"Shenyuan, Shenyuan?"

Bai Sang called out twice but received no response. She then turned to look at Mo Yuan beside her.

Mo Yuan's expression was solemn.

"It's changed."

Bai Sang asked, puzzled, "What?"

Mo Yuan slowly looked around, "The aura around us has changed."

The somewhat dull and faded buildings in front of me suddenly seemed to have been freshly washed, releasing their original colors.

Welcome to the Silent Manor of Ghost Stories. Difficulty: ★★★. Number of players: 1.

[Player has been detected to have a close relationship with the main characters of the ghost story. The difficulty of the ghost story has been automatically reduced. Current difficulty: ★.]

Most personality distortions originate in childhood. Protecting vulnerable seedlings is everyone's responsibility, and players bear an even greater responsibility.

[The game proactively reveals the rules for clearing the levels, eliminating the psychological trauma of the main characters.]

Bai Sang finally understood.

This ghost story was specially prepared for her and Shen Yuan, in an attempt to change Shen Yuan's personality.

She exchanged a glance with Mo Yuan, then stepped forward.

My body seemed to pass through a thin membrane, and the flowers, plants, and trees in front of me seemed to be suddenly injected with vitality, swaying in the wind.

Voices and footsteps came at the same time.

"Why are you with Teacher Mo? Young Master needs your help."

The old butler, who was coming towards them, gave Bai Sang a sharp look.

Bai Sang looked at the old butler's dark gray robe and suddenly realized something, then looked down at her own clothes.

She wore a drab gray dress and had no other decorations on her body.

Beside her, Mo Yuan was dressed in a well-tailored suit, with shiny leather shoes and hair.

"I'll go right away."

When he spoke, his voice was no longer Bai Sang's slightly cold and aloof voice.

The voice was somewhat soft, and somewhat hesitant.

But the butler's look made Bai Sang feel very uneasy.

"Young Master is in the back garden, go and take a look."

After Bai Sang spoke, the butler added a sentence.

"Mr. Mo, this way please. Our wife said she would like to discuss the young master's recent studies with you."

Mo Yuan glanced at Bai Sang without showing any emotion, then smiled and said, "Let's go then."

Bai Sang walked into the garden and saw Chen Yuan standing by the pool, completely soaked.

At this moment, Shen Yuan looked to be only seven or eight years old. He stared blankly at the pool in front of him.

Hearing Bai Sang's voice, he slowly turned around.

"Change your clothes."

His voice was hoarse, and his face had a strange flush.

Bai Sang stepped forward and placed the back of her hand on his forehead.

"You have a fever, go home and rest."

Shen Yuan's eyes were pitch black, like bottomless ancient wells.

"I need to go back; Teacher Mo is going to give me a lesson later."

Bai Sang was direct: "You can't concentrate in class right now."

Shen Yuan closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again.

"Xiao Bai, you're acting a little different today."

Bai Sang: ? ? ?

What did he say?

What the hell is this newbie?

“In the past, all you would say was to tell me to study hard and not let my wife down.”

"You'll also say that I should listen to my wife more, and that she would never harm me."

After hearing these words, Bai Sang looked at Shen Yuan expressionlessly.

"If you want to hear it, I can tell you again now."

Shen Yuan suddenly grinned, but his smile seemed a little awkward.

"Don't you know whether I want to hear it or not?"

Bai Sang smiled gently.

"I'll go tell your wife to go home, take your medicine, and rest."

Shen Yuan agreed.

"The lady is meeting guests in the living room now. I live in the room at the end of the corridor on the north side of the first floor of the guest building."

Bai Sang was stunned for a moment.

A young master lived in the guest building, in a room that didn't face the sun.

This shows how well he was treated.

Bai Sang did not leave; she escorted Shen Yuan back to his room.

Looking at the room in front of him, which contained only a bed made of bricks and planks, Bai Sang remained silent for a moment before turning and leaving.

Behind him, Shen Yuan watched Bai Sang's retreating figure, his lips pressed tightly together.

Main building living room.

"Teacher Mo, I wonder how my good-for-nothing son is doing in his studies lately?"

Her fingers, painted with bright red nail polish, slowly moved toward Mo Yuan.

Mo Yuan sat up straight, picked up the water cup, but did not drink it.

"Mrs. Chen, your stepson is really not very talented."

As soon as Mo Yuan finished speaking, the woman in front of him paused, a hint of relief flashing across her face.

"Then I'll trouble you, Teacher Mo, to teach me properly. If you're not good at literature, then teach me something else."

"Being a romantic and talented man isn't bad either."

The woman's voice was sweet and delicate. Seeing Mo Yuan withdraw his hand, she was not annoyed and simply picked up her water glass and drank some water.

"By the way, Teacher Mo, please don't teach us any of those martial arts moves. Our family can't stand them."

Mo Yuan smiled faintly.

"I don't know where Mrs. Chen got her confidence in me. She thinks all I know is how to fight with knives and sticks."

The woman stood up, her figure accentuated perfectly by the form-fitting cheongsam.

"I'm a woman, how would I know about these things? I just wanted to be with Teacher Mo..."

Her gaze swept over Mo Yuan's body, pausing briefly on a certain spot.

"I wonder when Teacher Mo will be able to grant me this little wish?"

[Holy crap, what's that stinky woman looking at?]

Even my sister Sang hasn't seen it, and you still want to?

[Mo Yuan probably wouldn't be interested in this kind of person, would he?]

This woman is definitely no good; that scoundrel should tear her apart.

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