Nan Yuanman knew it was impolite to vomit at someone else's house, so she quickly covered her mouth with her chubby little hands.
But the stench of the rotting flesh was so overwhelming that she tried to resist, but couldn't help herself and masturbated again.
Lou Yuqi and Meng Qingwan thought Nan Yuanman was unwell. One hurriedly dragged her to the bathroom, while the other followed behind, asking, "Yuanman, what's wrong? Is your stomach upset? Should we go to the hospital?"
Nan Yuanman waved his hand, rinsed his mouth with the paper cup Lou Yuqi handed him, and shut off his sense of smell before he felt alive again.
She looked apologetically at Dong Yuanxiang, who also looked worried, and said, "Auntie, I'm sorry..."
Seeing that her complexion was alright, Dong Yuanxiang laughed heartily: "What's there to apologize for? This just proves that Auntie's cooking skills are excellent; it even made the eldest son of our little building vomit."
Nan Yuanman paused for a moment, then quickly nodded in agreement: "That's right, they all smell delicious!"
It's better for her to know that he smells good than to know that he smells bad. Let this beautiful misunderstanding continue.
"Come, come, have some warm water. I'll get you some rice." Dong Yuanxiang invited Nan Yuanman and Meng Qingwan, who had recovered, to sit down.
As soon as Nan Yuanman approached the dining table, he saw wisps of black energy emanating from the dishes on it.
In her eyes, the meat and vegetables shrouded in black mist were rapidly rotting, and the stench she had just smelled was coming from these vegetables!
These dishes are no longer edible!
Nan Yuanman, who had just sat down, lifted her little bottom again and called out to the mother and son who were about to enter the kitchen, "Auntie, you don't need to serve rice! I'm not hungry yet, I just want to eat some snacks."
"Snacks? Perfect! Auntie has prepared some cookies and cakes for you. Let's have some afternoon tea!" Dong Yuanxiang was slightly surprised, but she could understand. After all, kids this age love to eat everything except rice.
She and Lou Yuqi couldn't leave their guests to eat alone, so they simply brought out the caramel pudding, mousse cake, and baked cookies they had made.
Then I made four more cups of delicious and refreshing fruit tea.
Nan Yuanman first looked at the cookies and cakes she had brought out, and after confirming that there was no black aura on them, she couldn't resist picking up a box of mousse cake and taking a big bite.
After the sweet and fragrant little cakes were eaten, Nan Yuanman's cravings finally subsided. The two adults chatted politely while the two children ate in silence.
The world is vast, but eating is the most important thing. Fill your belly first, then go catch the ghosts. Anyway, once she arrives, the evil ghosts can't escape.
Meng Qingwan naturally saw the dolls on the shelves in the open room and asked curiously, "Did you buy all the dolls in that room for Xiaolou?"
"No." Dong Yuanxiang said a little embarrassedly, "Those dolls are all mine. Xiaolou doesn't like those fancy toys. He's like his dad, he likes Ultraman and stuff like that."
Nanmanyuan pricked up his little ears to eavesdrop.
When she first entered the room, she sensed a faint eerie atmosphere permeating the room filled with dolls. She was just thinking about what excuse she could use to sneak into that strange room when the opportunity came unexpectedly.
Nan Yuanman blinked her big, watery eyes and asked, "Auntie, I really like the doll you gave me last time. Can I go inside and take a look?"
"I've never seen so many dolls before! I promise you, I won't break them!"
Meng Qingwan: "??"
She looked at Nan Yuanman with a strange expression. When did the little dumpling start liking these dolls? She and Feng Congqian had prepared a whole room for her in the manor, but she had never seen her go in to play.
All he does all day is hold that little red, no, red and black coffin in the garden and plant crops, or he diligently draws talismans. He doesn't care about those dolls or anything like that. How come he likes other people's dolls as soon as he visits their homes?
Could it be... that other people's dolls are more attractive?
Lou Yuqi also assured Nan Yuanman, "Mom, don't worry, I'll keep an eye on the eldest!"
Although Dong Yuanxiang hadn't known Nan Yuanman for long, she liked this cute little girl very much and could tell that she wasn't a brat. She immediately agreed, "Sure."
She stood up: "Auntie will take you to see them, and I can also tell you the stories between Auntie and these dolls."
Nan Yuanman nodded happily and followed, "Okay, okay!"
The room where the dolls are displayed is about 50 square meters, with seven or eight shelves inside, each displaying dolls dressed in beautiful clothes.
Some dolls are made of ceramic, some are made of special materials, and some are made of fabric. Each doll is dressed in beautiful and clean clothes and sits on the shelf in its most comfortable posture.
Upon entering the room, the first thing Nan Yuanman sensed was not the yin energy hidden within, but rather…
There are so many spirits in this room.
Nan Yuanman's gaze fell on the antique-style BJD doll placed alone on the table. She could sense that there was a spirit there that was about to dissipate.
Dong Yuanxiang noticed Nan Yuanman's gaze, carefully picked up the doll on the table, and said, "My hobby is rather unique. I usually like to collect dolls. I bought these dolls after I became financially independent."
“Some of them are designs I made myself and then had others design them. This doll is one that I designed and customized myself. Her name is Biyu.”
“She has been with me since I started working, almost ten years now. It’s just that there was an accident. She accidentally fell off the shelf and got damaged.”
Nan Yuanman looked at her and said, "Auntie, you must love these dolls very much, right?"
“Of course, these dolls are all my children.” Dong Yuanxiang smiled and said, “If I didn’t have to go to work to earn money, I would love to spend all day in the dollhouse dressing up my children.”
Lou Yuqi couldn't help but say jealously, "That's right, every time Mom has a holiday, she only kisses me for two days. The rest of the time she's dressing up her dolls."
Sometimes he would act crazy and make the dolls call him "brother," or he would call the dolls "brother" or "sister."
What could he do? He could only spoil his mother.
Nan Yuanman opened her mouth slightly and then closed it again. She didn't say anything and continued to look at them slowly one by one, listening to Dong Yuanxiang introduce their origins to her.
She truly loves and cherishes these dolls, knows their origins like the back of her hand, and even has a story behind each doll she designs.
It's as if... they are truly living in this world.
Just as they were about to reach the innermost part of Nanmanyuan, the laptop on the table suddenly turned on, the music app popped up again, and a hissing sound came from the speakers, startling Meng Qingwan, who was leaning against the desk listening to a story.
Before she could see what was going on, a clear and cheerful child's voice came from the laptop again: "Mud doll, mud doll, a mud doll, it has a nose, it has a mouth, but the mouth doesn't speak."
She's a fake doll, not a real doll. She doesn't have a dear mother, nor a father—!
"Smack!"
Another doll fell from the shelf, and the music playing on the computer was suddenly turned off. A tiny voice reached Nan Yuanman's ears: "Help her..."
Nan Yuanman looked up at the sound and saw a tiny spirit, no bigger than her thumb, crawling out of the doll that had fallen to the ground. The spirit knelt on the ground, timidly pleading, "Help Mommy..."
As soon as she finished speaking, a wisp of evil, yin energy drifted out from the corner, domineeringly binding her completely, as if it wanted to crush her.
Nanmanyuan: "!!"
She pulled out her copper coin sword and slashed at the thin, thread-like yin energy, ruthlessly severing it.
A sharp scream suddenly rang out inside the room.
Dong Yuanxiang, who was about to pick up the doll that had fallen to the ground, stopped in her tracks and looked in the direction from which the sound came with a look of horror: "What, what is that sound?"
"Auntie, don't be afraid. She's just a mischievous brat. I'll take care of her for you!" Nan Yuanman stood in front of Dong Yuanxiang with a copper coin sword in hand, his chubby face earnestly reassuring her.
Dong Yuanxiang wondered if she had misheard.
What did she just say was in the dollhouse?
ghost? !
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