Qiao Mian didn't feel it, but he was inexplicably frightened at that moment.

It's like something big is about to happen.

Thinking back to what the Hehuan Sect had said, Qiao Mian couldn't help but feel worried.

She put something in that body. If the ancestor asked about it, she could just follow the clues to find the mass grave and everything would be fine.

But she could never have imagined that the woman who was crushed into pieces by the pressure was not there at all.

Instead, Gu Xinjiu arranged him to stay in the quieter outskirts of the forest.

"Mother, I'm leaving now."

Now that the goal has been achieved, there is no need to stay here.

“Squeak—”

As soon as the door was opened, Qiao Yue's face suddenly turned gloomy.

"What are you doing here, a servant?"

She didn't pursue the matter, but the man came to her house.

If it weren't for the deliberate instigation of this lowly maid, she wouldn't have eliminated her substitute at this critical juncture.

"Ms. Yue, I..."

Tao Yingxue smiled awkwardly, clutching her washed-white clothes tightly with both hands and not daring to make a sound.

"I came to see Hajime, nothing else."

The woman spoke in a slow and stammering manner.

"See that bitch?"

"She's dead, don't you know?"

"Tao Yingxue, the former eldest daughter of the Tao family, has actually been reduced to a position worse than a servant."

Qiao Yue's face was full of disdain, and her eyes were full of contempt.

"What did you say?"

“She’s dead???”

"Impossible, how could she die?"

"Impossible~"

The woman seemed to have been hit by something, screaming and not even caring about etiquette.

"Hypocrisy! If you hadn't intentionally guided me, I wouldn't have wanted to deal with that vixen so early."

"You guys, kick this servant out!!"

"Don't let me see that disgusting face again."

Tao Yingxue was dragged away, her eyes full of disbelief.

"roll!"

"How can a servant like you enter the Gathering Spirit Peak casually?"

The person opposite wiped his hands in disgust and threw the white handkerchief on the ground.

The woman seemed oblivious to the contemptuous looks from the crowd as she kept repeating, "That's impossible! Could it be that the bracelet on her hand is just similar, and Ah Yi isn't the owner of the Salted Fish Hotel at all?"