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"The cemetery is filled with gloomy energy, so of course it's cold." Yuan Xuanlang replied calmly.
"I...I seem to be...targeted by a ghost..." Lin Yuan became even more desperate after hearing this.
"What! There's a ghost!" Yuan Xuanlang said in surprise, lowering his voice.
“Snap—”
"Junior brother, don't scare me anymore." Mu Yunxi patted Yuan Xuanlang's hand that was on Lin Yuan's shoulder.
Lin Yuan's blood rushed to his heart, and he tried his best to suppress the rise and fall of his chest, like a kitten about to explode.
"You..." Lin Yuan's eyes were sparkling.
Seeing this, Yuan Xuanlang hurriedly stroked Lin Yuan's back to comfort her, "Junior sister, I'm sorry, I'm the annoying one. Go back first and settle the score with me later..."
If he said that again, he would really attract the ghost.
"Okay, let's bury the coffin quickly." Lin Yuan let out a breath and gave Yuan Xuanlang a glare.
The three of them hurriedly buried the coffin and returned to the inn.
Lin Yuan returned to the house, covered her chest, felt her heartbeat return to normal, and her mood calmed down.
She breathed a sigh of relief, secretly thankful: "Fortunately, fortunately the disease did not relapse. Meeting Yuan Xuanlang is simply eight lifetimes of bad luck. Humph! I will settle the score with him tomorrow."
Perhaps because she had been tense for too long, Lin Yuan fell asleep immediately.
Fairy-like clear clouds came into Lin Yuan's dream, and she felt that she had flown to a large house with a tall gate and a small courtyard with a tightly closed door.
She walked through the thick and high walls naturally, as if it was something she had always done and nothing special.
Flowers and trees are intertwined and flourishing, and the sycamore tree casts a mottled shadow in front of the window.
A delicate five-year-old child was looking out the window with a sad face. Suddenly, he saw a fairy-like sister walking towards him on a light. He was startled and asked tentatively, "Who are you?"
Lin Yuan wanted to say her name, but her mind went blank. She had no name.
Recalling the past, she shook her head: "I don't know either. Some people call me girl and fairy lady, and some monsters call me little monster. I don't know who I am either."
The child opened his obsidian eyes and smiled sweetly: "Sister must be a fairy who has come down to earth."
Lin Yuan smiled happily, thinking that the child was really cute and that she could play with him. In the next few days, she brought the child all kinds of small toys and delicacies, such as sugar figurines, candied haws, and bamboo dragonflies...
The child was hesitant at first: "Sister, mother said we can't eat food from strangers."
Lin Yuan thought for a moment, "But sister is not human, your mother didn't say that you can't eat the food of fairies."
Both of them thought this was correct and happily savored the food.
"Haha..." Lin Yuan laughed. The bright sunlight pulled her out of her dream. She rubbed her eyes, stretched, and felt relaxed. "Sweet dreams!"
Lin Yuan recalled the appearance of the child in the dream, but it was vague. Dreams are usually like this, so Lin Yuan didn't care much.
Lin Yuan washed up and opened the door, only to see Yuan Xuanlang leaning against the door, with the corners of his slightly upturned mouth drooping instantly.
Yuan Xuanlang jumped in front of Lin Yuan, grinning playfully, "Junior sister, I was wrong last night. I have no complaints about spanking or scolding you."
After all, he had been lectured by his senior sister for a long time since he woke up in the morning.
Lin Yuan had a plan in mind and chuckled, "Okay, that's what you said."
After saying that, she stood on tiptoe, raised her hands, and used the dog-stroking method to comb his hair, three circles to the left, three circles to the right, and the silver flower hollow hair crown was crooked.
From this distance, the young man in front of him had eyebrows like ink painting, temples as if cut by a knife, and although his eyes were as gentle as the morning light, deep inside they hid a mist that Lin Yuan could not understand.
Lin Yuan suddenly realized that she was less than an inch away from him. This distance was too ambiguous, so she stopped her sinful little hand, shifted her gaze, and proudly put her hands behind her back: "Well, I reluctantly forgive you."
Yuan Xuanlang looked at Lin Yuan, with an uncontrollable smile on his lips, but he tried hard to suppress it, like a laughing cat. His amber eyes were clear and innocent, and the corners of his eyes drooped slightly, making him look even more harmless.
Yuan Xuanlang chuckled and thought to himself, "Junior sister, do you know whether your behavior just now was beyond the rules, or whether it was simply for the sake of momentary pleasure?"
He cast aside these useless thoughts and said, "Junior sister, be magnanimous—come and eat."
Lin Yuan followed him to eat. She was in a good mood and was jumping and skipping as she walked.
She silently praised: "The dog-stroking method is good, not very harmful, but extremely insulting. Although my senior brother is thicker than the palace wall, I just feel good."
After dinner, the three of them discussed that since the murderer was dead, they should look for Liu Ziyu’s wife Qin Lan’er.
After going around in circles, the three of them returned to the door of Qin's mansion and knocked. A servant opened the door a crack, peeked in, and when he saw it was a stranger, he was about to close the door.
"Hey," Yuan Xuanlang blocked the door with his foot, "Tell Miss Ling that we know about Liu Ziyu's situation and came here specifically for this."
After hearing this, the servant let Yuan Xuanlang and others into the Qin Mansion.
Inside the Qin Mansion, white curtains and white window paper were everywhere, not a trace of red. The servants were sparsely present, their expressions apprehensive. No one could have guessed that this place was decorated with lanterns and that a happy event was about to take place.
"Have you heard? The Qin Mansion is in trouble. Miss Qin killed the disciple of the Mutian Sect elder. It's definitely not going to end well..."
"Yes, let's escape quickly before the Mutian faction launches an attack."
The maids' gossip reached his ears.
Entering the hall, Qin Lan'er dismissed the servants. Her face was haggard and pale, but she still had the air of a mistress of the house. She smiled politely and said, "Tea, everyone."
Yuan Xuanlang: "Thank you, but Miss, I believe you already know the purpose of our visit. Let's not mince words. Do you know the cause of Liu Ziyu's death?"
Qin Lan'er paused, covered her eyes with a handkerchief and wiped away her tears, her voice slightly sad: "A fellow disciple was jealous and accidentally killed someone."
Lin Yuan frowned, thinking: Isn't this guy just pretending to be confused? He even committed "accidental killing" and turned his elbow outward.
Yuan Xuanlang: "Official documents are for the emperor to see. We are disciples of Elder Yikong of the Jinghu Sect. If the young lady knows something about the inside story, I can help her with some research."
Qin Lan'er's pupils shrank slightly when she heard this, "Elder Yikong?"
"It's my master." Yuan Xuanlang raised the corners of his lips slightly.
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