Chapter 421: Deep Mansion (Part 9)

"Of course I won't let you do it alone." The ghost girl cast a coquettish glance at him in the bronze mirror: "Don't you still have me? I will do my best to help you."

When Yu Huo heard this, his eyes lit up immediately: "Can you defeat that bug?"

The ghost girl opened her mouth, a guilty look in her eyes: "It's about the same."

Seeing her guilty look that threatened to overflow the screen, Yu Huo narrowed his eyes and questioned, "Really?"

The ghost girl smiled and said shamelessly, "I have half a pound of cotton, and he has eight ounces of steel bars."

Yu Huo suddenly felt disheartened.

Seeing his disappointment, the female ghost wanted to say a few words of comfort, but before she could say anything, her expression suddenly changed, and lines like the surface of water appeared on the bronze mirror.

It looks like it's about to disappear.

"Hey hey hey! That guy is almost back. If you need anything, just find a mirror. I'm going to slip away first..."

Yu Huo waved dryly at the other party, complaining in his heart.

He slipped away before we even faced each other head-on. He's definitely not someone you can rely on.

He walked out of the house while sighing. When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and looked back at the bronze mirror on the table.

Bronze mirrors in this dynasty were very expensive. Except for the people of status in the palace, the servants who wanted to look in the mirror could only look at their reflection in the washbasin.

If I leave like this, it will be very difficult to see that female ghost again next time.

Not to mention the issue of the other party being unable to defeat Yuan, the fact that she was a ghost hired by the master was enough to prove that the other party's strength was at least not inferior to Sister Qin.

It is totally incomparable to the headless male ghost and Xiang Ganfei. Who knows, they might come in handy someday.

Yu Huo figured this out, turned around, quickly picked up the not-so-big mirror, and put it in his arms.

Fortunately, he was quick enough and finally collapsed into the chair before the door of the side hall was pushed open.

Before he could catch his breath, a man holding a guqin walked in and gave him a light glance.

"Your face is so red, what did you do wrong?"

Yu Huo blinked his eyes and pretended to be calm: "When I do something wrong, I don't blush, I am very calm."

Yuan stopped walking while holding the guqin, his expression hard to describe: "...Then under what circumstances would you blush?"

Yu Huo pointed at the candle flame: "It's too close, it's hot."

Yuan curled his lips, put down his guqin, reached out to feel the temperature of the candlelight himself, and concluded: "How can you feel hot when you sit on the chair?"

Yu Huo nodded as a matter of course: "I was so sleepy that I just fell asleep on the table for a while."

The man in front of him stopped talking, stared at him for a few seconds, then pointed to the wing on the right: "Go to sleep if you're tired. You'll live here from now on."

Yu Huo looked at him in surprise: "Don't servants live in the back room?"

"It's cold over there. There's a brazier in the wing." Yuan took two steps closer, lowering his eyes to glance at the young man's slightly red face. His voice was inexplicably tinged with a hint of joy: "There's also a gift from me in the wing."

Yu Huo felt the cold breath falling on his ear and tilted his head uncomfortably: "Gift?"

Noticing his discomfort, the man stopped moving closer and chuckled, "Yes, a gift. Consider it my token of my sincerity towards our upcoming collaboration."

Yu Huo frowned slightly, and caught a glimpse of the other person's raised red lips out of the corner of his eye.

At this moment, Yu Huo suddenly thought of roses: beautiful, dangerous, and conceited...

Perhaps it was because she was too beautiful that he couldn't say no.

Of course, Yu Huo did not agree with the other party. He just coughed lightly, suppressed the strange restlessness in his heart, left the side hall and walked towards the empty room not far away.

Almost immediately after he left, the candlelight in the side hall suddenly went out, as if the man had disappeared along with it...

Without the contrast of candlelight, Yu Huo felt that the moonlight enveloping him was a little cold.

He withdrew his gaze, reached out and gently pushed open the wooden door of the wing room.

The next second, a head fell from the sky. Yu Huo looked at the long black hair falling in front of him and his eyelids twitched.

I saw a lock of Xiang Ganfei's hair tied to the beam of the house, and his head was swinging alone in the room.

"Why are you here?" Yu Huo asked.

Xiang Ganfei tutted in anger, "How dare you say that! You invited me here and didn't send me back, leaving me with nowhere to go but wandering around the yard. And then I ended up right in front of that guy, and then he forced me to clean up, and then he just dumped me here!"

"That one?" Yu Huo raised his eyebrows in confusion, guessing, "Is that Yuan?"

Xiang Ganfei remained silent.

Yu Huo understood that an ordinary ghost like Xiang Ganfei didn't even dare to call Yuan's name, which made him even more vigilant towards Yuan.

At the same time, the accusatory look towards Xiang Ganfei instantly turned into sympathy, and he was even a little speechless: "You are not the so-called gift, are you?"

"What gift?" Xiang Ganfei swayed in the air, as if suddenly remembering something. A strand of his long hair fell down and rolled up something on the table. He quickly handed it over: "By the way, that person asked me to give this to you."

The messy hair swept through his palm, leaving behind three thin white cards.

Yu Huo took it and took a look at it. He saw that the card was pure white, with only three black Song-style words written on the front - Review Card.

Still three!

Three...all given to him!

On the other side, after the musician left, Park Min-sook's sleepiness also subsided a lot.

The room was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. She couldn't help but look at Mrs. Ding, who had stopped talking. Her face was shrouded in candlelight. She didn't smile or blink, like a sculpture without a soul. Seeing her like that, she felt a chill in her heart.

Perhaps sensing her emotional change, Mrs. Ding suddenly turned her head and met her gaze.

Park Min-sook's pupils dilated instantly and she shuddered subconsciously.

Mrs. Ding's eyes revealed confusion, and when she tilted her head, her neck felt like a rusty bearing, making an unbearable "clicking" sound.

"Tell me, am I ugly?"

Her neck seemed to be connected by only a thin layer of skin and flesh, and it looked like it was broken when viewed from the side. Park Min-sook was terrified and could not speak and could only shake her head desperately.

But Madam Ding didn't feel anything was wrong with herself. She was completely different from her gentle self just now. She pressed on aggressively, "I'm not ugly? Why hasn't the master stayed overnight for the past three years? Why has he lived in the West Garden every day?"

How could Park Min-sook know? She froze in her place, her lips trembling as she tried to think of a solution.

Before she could figure out what she had done wrong, the female ghost in front of her suddenly smiled sinisterly: "You are lying to me."

'Clang!'

The door of the main hall was blown open by the cold wind, and the candle in the room suddenly went out. Park Min-sook felt goose bumps all over her body.

Accompanied by the strange sound of bones colliding, Park Min-sook quickly retorted in a hoarse voice: "No, I didn't lie to you!"

In the darkness, she looked at the vague shadow and walked towards the door step by step.

Just when she finally reached the door and was about to turn around and run, the sculpture-like face suddenly appeared in front of her. Under the hazy moonlight, it seemed as if covered with a layer of cold frost.

The female ghost blocked her way and questioned her in a sharp voice.

"Then why doesn't he stay here? Why!"

Accompanied by a shrill scream, Park Min-sook's eyes blurred and she fell into a chaotic and thick darkness.