Mu Shaoyi got into the car with a grateful look on her face. Miss Manluo is really nice. She must invite her to her home for dinner next time.

The wind is still very strong today. I wonder if Mu Shaoyi left the door open when she left. It was creaking and rattling in the wind, and the sound was getting into the room.

It was incredibly noisy.

Dou Shiliu's face turned cold. She got up, pushed open the door, and went out.

A gust of wind blew in his face, and Dou Shiliu shrank his neck, his cold eyes fixed on Mo Ling, who was tied up in the courtyard.

He stared at her coldly and indifferently.

The two of them—no, the human and the ghost—started staring at each other.

Mo Ling snorted coldly

Dou Shiliu shifted his gaze, left the courtyard, listened to the sound, walked over and slammed shut a door that had been blown by the wind.

Then he tightened his clothes, walked across the courtyard, and went straight into the room without even glancing at Mo Ling.

I went straight to sleep as soon as I entered the room.

She was in a warm and cozy bed, and not even the King of Heaven could wake her up.

The host is so lazy, the white ball is quite helpless.

For Dou Shiliu, a world without the great cannon fodder is utterly worthless.

It doesn't know why it went wrong; someone is probably behind it again.

When the world is finished, it will have to file a complaint.

...

When Manluo arrived, she was carrying something in her hands.

Mo Ling, who was bound between the trees, had a change in her cold eyes.

But there was nothing she could do; she could only watch helplessly as the woman passed by, her familiar face smiling as she brushed past.

Manluo pushed open the door with her slender hand and peeked inside; it was spotless.

His eyes fell on a ball inside the blankets.

Still sleeping?

No sooner had the words been spoken than a head peeked out from the rustling mass.

Dou Shiliu blinked her hazy eyes, raised her hand to rub them, and asked, "Why are you here?"

Manlu smiled and pushed the door open wider to make it easier for her to come in.

"I guess you haven't eaten anything, so would you like something to eat?"

Dou Shiliu looked at the food box on her phone, didn't refuse, nodded and got up.

There is a table in the room.

They ate inside, a few side dishes and two bowls of rice.

Dou Shiliu took a bite and thought it was pretty good; when you're hungry, anything tastes delicious.

"Should we go to the slave market and buy a few maids?"

She definitely needs a maid to clean her house.

Dou Shiliu nodded, "I'll change my clothes and wash my face."

Standing in front of the bronze mirror, Dou Shiliu tied her hair into a ponytail. Luckily, she was pretty enough, otherwise, her clothes paired with her high ponytail would have looked a bit ridiculous.

As Manluo and I left the house, Moling kept calling out to Dou Shiliu.

She pretended not to hear.

Did you dare to argue with her last night? Haha, you'd better keep her tied up.

So Mo Ling watched angrily as she left with Man Luo, without even giving her a second glance.

"!"

I'm so angry I could burst!

...

Only Manro and her group knew about this market, since it was still strictly regulated, and this was considered human trafficking.

Dou Shiliu selected a few who looked quick and efficient to buy.

The shopkeeper gave her a contract of servitude, and then they followed behind them.

Dou Shiliu glanced sideways at the three people in front of him.

"You go back first. I'll give you the address. Of course, if you want to run away, you'd better think carefully. There are monthly checks by the soldiers."

This was specifically set up for people who were not from Wencheng.

The group exchanged glances, then cleverly followed Dou Shiliu's address and left.

Dou Shiliu planned to wander around at this time.

After leaving with Manluo, she took her to a restaurant to eat famous dishes.

Dou Shiliu felt that this place was all about eating, drinking, and playing.

Manluo was clearly a regular here, and the owner had booked a special room for her.

The dishes were served quickly, and Dou Shiliu ate them at a leisurely pace.

Seeing the girl's elegant dining etiquette, Manluo smiled and asked, "Youran, where do you live?"

Dou Shiliu casually mentioned their town, and Manluo was a little stunned, clearly not knowing what kind of place it was.

My home is in a small town.

"Small place?"

Manluo was slightly surprised because of her knowledge, her courage, her wealth, and her upbringing.

Everything about her reveals her to be a pampered young lady from a wealthy family.

"Surprised?"

Manluo smiled and nodded, "That's certainly true to some extent."

Dou Shiliu took a sip of tea and narrowed his eyes: "What could be more shocking than escaping from your brother's mouth?"

Manluo smiled, "That makes sense."

The two had a very pleasant conversation.

After a few cups of tea, Dou Shiliu squinted and asked, "Do you have a story?"

Manluo was slightly taken aback, her slender eyes looking up at her. The coldness in the girl's eyes reminded her of someone.

"Oh……"

With a soft chuckle, Manluo raised her delicate face to look at the sky, murmuring to herself, "Yes, my story..."

"It's not very complete..."

Dou Shiliu listened attentively, his eyes fixed on the woman in front of him who was already in tears, quietly waiting for her to pour out her heart.

Manlu stared indifferently at the girl in front of her, at this moment she became one with the person in her memory.

Dou Shiliu knew that she was looking at someone else through her, but who was it?

It must be that wandering ghost from her house...

…

It was winter, and a light, fluffy snow was falling all around, turning everything into a white expanse.

The streets, usually bustling with people, were deserted as vendors went home for the Lunar New Year.

In a corner, a small, dilapidated corner that no one could see.

The young woman lay stiffly on the ground, her clothes tattered and her shoes nowhere to be found.

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