But Zhao Lan was still a beat slow.

She widened her cloudy eyes in despair and watched the jar shatter into pieces in despair.

Then the light that enveloped the jar disappeared in an instant.

The dark room returned to darkness.

Zhao Lan stared at the dark room in horror.

Right now, even just now, there were people in this room.

And this person hasn't left yet, but she doesn't know who he is. A boundless fear rises from the bottom of her heart.

Zhao Lan stood at the door of the dark room, her heart beating wildly and her face ashen, as if she would faint at any moment, but she forced herself to hold on.

She can't fall down, this family still depends on her.

At the same time, Feng Anchen saw his mother lying on the ground. His brows furrowed, but he had no time to think. He quickly stepped forward and helped Zhao Suqin, who was lying on Zhao Yahe.

After a careful check, he found nothing wrong and then put Zhao Suqin on the sofa.

At this time, blood was flowing from the corner of Zhao Yahe's mouth and she had already fainted.

This time, Feng Anchen kicked without mercy.

It seemed that he didn't want Zhao Yahe to survive at all, so no one knew what Zhao Yahe did in those few minutes in the bedroom.

And Feng Anchen woke up so quickly, it was obvious that his imprisoned main soul had returned to his body.

Shen Mingxi knew everything that happened today.

She was shocked but accepted it.

I don’t know if I will meet him in the future, but Shen Mingxi knows that her life does not seem to be peaceful. But so what? What’s wrong with having such ability to protect her lover, family and friends?

Just now, Shen Mingxi wanted to discuss it with Xiao Jinli and wanted to leave some evidence in the end.

But then he thought, the four daughters of the Zhao family are all alive, except for Yun Mo who was murdered, and that was several decades ago, so on the surface, neither Zhao Lan nor Zhao Feng had any casualties.

Even if such a thing exists, it is nothing more than feudal superstition and can be criticized and educated.

At most, they would be detained for a few days and then released. For them, it wouldn't cause any serious harm. Besides, Zhao Lan would definitely put all the blame on herself and it wouldn't affect Zhao Feng in the slightest.

Instead of doing this, it is better to deal with them little by little. Today is the beginning, and the temperature in the room has finally dropped.

There is only one door.

After the explosion, the cold wind outside quickly filled the house.

All of this actually happened within just a few minutes, but these few minutes were enough, and the temperature now dropped below zero in an instant.

As a housewife, Du Li finally reacted and hurriedly lowered the curtain hanging on the door.

In the north, in order to make the house temperature higher and get through the cold winter, most families will hang a large door curtain on the door. Some door curtains are made of canvas with cotton inside. If the conditions are good, they are even made of a very windproof blanket. Then they are nailed to the wall or door frame. After the door curtain is lowered, the room will feel much better.

Feng Anchen looked at the scene in the room with a sinister gaze, and then suddenly he had a feeling and walked quickly towards the bedroom of the old lady of the Zhao family.

At this time, Zhao Suqin behind him also woke up. She was confused at first, but after a few breaths, she suddenly pressed her head and fell softly on the sofa again. She seemed to have a headache, and it seemed that a lot of things were overwhelming her mind.

After a few more breaths, Zhao Suqin's eyes suddenly became clear again, but her face was gloomy.

She remembered, she remembered everything.

She suddenly stood up from the sofa and looked at the Zhao family's living room. She saw the terrified Du Li carrying the unconscious Zhao Yahe on the ground to the sofa opposite her.

Looking at Zhao Tianci standing there stupidly, he heard the old lady Zhao's terrified and shrill roar.

Then she saw Zhao Feng standing motionless at the door, and she also saw her little son.

She remembered everything. She was not Zhao Susu from another world. She was Zhao Suqin.

She and her three older sisters were not Zhao Lan's biological children. They were all swindled or stolen by Zhao Lan from various places. She didn't know who her biological parents were or where they lived, but she knew that Zhao Lan was not her biological mother.

She didn't know whether her three sisters knew it, but she herself remembered clearly that she was stolen by Zhao Lan when she was five years old.

Her memories before the age of five are already very vague, but she knows that her mother was a gentle and beautiful woman who always held her in her arms. She had a book in her hands and would read poems to her in a soft voice that she could not understand but felt were very nice.

There was a faint floral scent in her arms.

The woman's face has become blurred, no one knows where her home is or where she lives, but this scene exists in her memory.

However, after Zhao Lan brought her back to the Zhao family, she used poisonous insects and talismans to separate their souls, and she has forgotten everything since then.

She just thought that Zhao Lan was her biological mother, and she would do whatever she asked her to do, as obedient as a puppet. Even if she asked her to take a knife to kill someone, she would rush forward without hesitation.

For some unknown reason, her main soul went to another world and allowed her to experience another life.

But it was incomplete after all, so she had to go through it one experience at a time. Now everything was pieced together. Zhao Suqin gritted her teeth, picked up a set of tea set on the coffee table and threw it down hard.

Next are the vases on the table and the antiques in the treasure cabinet.

If it was hers, she would keep it, and if it was not hers, she would smash it to pieces.

At this time, Zhao Suqin's eyes were already red.

Zhao Lanshi and Zhao Feng had not noticed the incident in the living room. When Zhao Feng heard a crackling sound behind him, he turned around and was startled. At this time, Feng Anchen also came to him, grabbed his shoulders and pulled hard, then threw him away. He staggered and held onto a rosewood armchair, barely avoiding falling down, but his legs hit the chair and he screamed in pain.

He really wanted to call him a little bastard, but he swallowed the words back when they came to his lips. He looked at Feng Anchen with horror, whose face seemed to be frozen with ice.

What a mess. What is going on?

His legs actually felt a little sore.

To be honest, the room was really bustling right now. Feng Anchen rushed to the door of the dark room, looked at the broken jars, and then looked at this eerie and mysterious dark room. He suddenly touched his ear and said in a hoarse voice, "Xiaoxi, are you here?"

(End of this chapter)