Psychic Queen: Beware of ghosts in the harem

314 Chapter 1 There are ghosts playing tricks [-]
He just wanted to know why he was able to detoxify, or find out from her blood whether he had completely detoxified.

Or... he wants to use his own blood to continue experimenting, to see if she is Baitang himself?

After all, a mole can be faked, but not blood.

Bai Tang suddenly found it ridiculous, this is ancient times, and DNA testing is not possible, so what are you afraid of.

How well they can test medical equipment.

Unless... using other methods, such as spells.

Some spells require blood.

Baitang remained silent, but she thought that Duan Tianling didn't need her consent.

Because whether she agrees or not, he will take her there.

After dinner, Baitang stood in the backyard of the Qiu Mansion.Duan Tianling and Qiu He seemed to be discussing these matters in the study, but that had nothing to do with him.

She was sitting on a stone bench in the backyard, resting her head on her hands.

The coolness of the night invaded, and she couldn't help but tightened her clothes.

The only problem now is whether Duan Tianling will be in the same room with her at night.

If not, how could he tell Qiu He why the husband and wife have different rooms.

She held her head, these things are really annoying.

"The white girl..."

The old steward's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

The old voice was a little trembling, like a person in his seventies and eighties who couldn't stand still, and walked unsteadily.

"What's up?"

Baitang turned his head, the old steward lowered his head slightly, the wrinkles on his forehead were extremely deep.

"It's windy outside, Miss Bai should go inside early to rest."

Baitang stared at him, "Did you say it, Young Master Qiu, or Young Master Duan?"

"Miss Bai, go into the house early and rest."

He is still the same sentence, repeating mechanically.

Baitang glanced at him strangely, but the old steward stood beside him motionless.

There was no one in the whole backyard, only a few rows of towering trees, whose branches and leaves were gently shaken by the wind, making a rustling sound.

The moonlight cast down, and the branches on the top cast huge shadows on the ground, like a tangled net, netting the whole place.

The steward's face was in the shadows, and the exposed forehead was particularly pale.

Put your hands on your sides, with protruding blood vessels and loose skin.

(End of this chapter)