When the three of them arrived, it was already late at night.
"A sinister atmosphere pervades the air. Chang'an, shall we go back?"
Yao Qianshu hugged himself, as timid as a chicken.
Lin Chang'an didn't know what to do next either, he just waited for Lin Wanwan to do her thing.
But the little guy turned his head for a long time, but she didn't move.
"I overheard my mother saying that my father brought tribute here, but why haven't we seen any tribute?"
"Could it be eaten?"
Yao Qianshu was only six years old. After hearing Lin Chang'an's words, his eyes darted around.
But as I looked around, I suddenly saw a familiar figure.
On top of the small hill, a child wearing a soft pink dress and with two little pigtails is sitting on it, pounding and lifting it with her feet.
He pointed and said, "Chang'an, look at that child, doesn't he look so much like your sister?"
Lin Chang'an rolled his eyes.
Like her sister?
That's his sister, okay?
"Yeah, it looks so much like one! Could it be a ghost?"
Yao Qianshu's face turned pale instantly, and he was so frightened that he immediately hugged Lin Chang'an.
"Wow--"
"There's a ghost! Run! Brother Chang'an, I'm not coming here!"
“My father is still waiting for me to continue the family line; I can’t just die here like this.”
Lin Chang'an almost died laughing at him.
Suppressing a laugh, he said, "Well, why don't you call her and see if she answers?"
"I...I...I don't dare. Quick, let's go!"
His hands were shaking as he pulled Lin Chang'an and ran backward with all his might.
Running and running.
He suddenly realized something.
"Brother Chang'an, where's Wanwan?" He stopped and turned around to ask.
Lin Chang'an smiled and stretched out his hand, pointing to the child not far away, who was digging at the grave mound on the small hill.
"Well then~"
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