I was just playing tricks, how come I became Bai Yueguang

Chapter 708: Guarding and Stealing

Moonlight leaked in through the gaps in the old wooden lattice windows, slanting across the faded windowsill. The air was filled with a cool scent of aged wood mixed with night dew.

Jiang Huashan curled up in the armchair, her left hand supporting her cheek, her fingertips unconsciously fiddling with the red dates in her palm.

At that time, the starlight fell into Shen Guiling's eyes, and his eyes were full of her.

"call--"

Jiang Huashan held her forehead and closed her eyes. The more she tried to get these messy fragments out of her mind, the clearer the image of them relying on each other in the secret room became.

Just now, she suddenly realized that Shen Guiling closed her eyes but did not cover her ears?

"..."

Jiang Huashan took a deep breath and could only comfort herself in her heart.

Garlic bird, after venting, her mood was obviously much better, and the brain fog that had been obscuring her mind suddenly disappeared.

My great-grandmother’s death was destiny, while my grandfather’s death was a man-made disaster. Destiny cannot be violated, but man-made disasters can be eliminated.

Although it is unknown why the play suddenly returned to normal, it is obvious that it wants to influence her through the death of her grandmother, and she must not be bewitched.

*

At that time, on the other side of the old house.

After being reminded by Shen Lanxi, Shen Qingyu immediately followed him out. When he stepped into the second door of the inner courtyard, Jiang Huashan accidentally avoided him.

He walked all the way to the inner courtyard, but when he didn't see Jiang Huashan, he couldn't help feeling suspicious. After thinking for a moment, he walked towards Shen Yuan's room.

Unexpectedly, I heard someone shouting for help halfway.

Although it was a male voice, Shen Qingyu was afraid that Jiang Huashan was implicated, so he immediately followed the sound and went over.

"What are you doing?!"

When Shen Qingyu ran to the corner of Langyuan, he was stunned by the scene before him.

A group of people hid in the corner, punching and kicking the person in the sack. They were beating hard when they were suddenly scolded by a voice.

The group of people originally wanted to take action, but when they saw Shen Qingyu's face clearly, they immediately fled.

"..." Shen Qingyu had a strange look on his face. Although he didn't care about the affairs of the Dark Hall, he still knew the tattoo symbols of several Dark Halls of the Shen family.

No wonder, even though the old house was heavily guarded, there were still people who could commit crimes in this gang. It turned out that they were stealing from the inside.

Shen Qingyu immediately became interested. The Dark Hall’s move must have been the intention of the Third House. I wonder who the unlucky guy is in this sack?

"Ouch, my waist! My nose! Help! Help! Help!"

The beaten man had a sack on his head. He moved on the ground like a maggot for a long time before crawling out of the sack. In the dim moonlight, Shen Hang's face looked half-dead.

Shen Qingyu raised his eyebrows, pretended not to see it, and turned away.

"Don't... don't go!! Ouch! Qingyu~~save me..." Shen Hang held his old waist, looking like he had been tricked and was no longer recognizable.

Shen Qingyu secretly cursed, frowning and looking at Shen Hang, "Uncle, why are you here for no reason?"

"Oh, I... I was drunk and came to relieve myself, but I didn't expect to be ambushed by a group of thieves. Qingyu, help me up and go find them. Those thieves must not have gone far..."

Shen Qingyu waved his hand, "Forget it. The world is getting worse and worse, and people's hearts are no longer as they used to be. If you find someone and frame me, who will I go to seek justice?"

"You..." Shen Hang was almost mad to death, gritting his teeth, "Am I that kind of person?"

Shen Qingyu, "It's hard to say."

Just as he finished speaking, Shen Yuan on the other side heard the noise and walked out of the room.

As soon as he saw the scene in front of him, he immediately jumped up and down in anger, pointing at Shen Qingyu and cursing, "Qingyu, even if you are angry, you can't hit your uncle!"

"..." Shen Qingyu was so angry that he laughed, "So it's true that a fever can make you mentally retarded? Tsk, I don't want to bother with you."

He rolled his eyes and turned away.

Just as he reached the first threshold of the inner courtyard, Shen Qingyu suddenly paused, and his right foot, which had been raised high, retreated.

There is a toilet in the outer hall of the old house, so why should Shen Hang go to the inner courtyard room?

But the strangest thing is Shen Yuan's attitude. That silly dog ​​usually wants to stay away from all the troubles, so why is he taking the blame today?

Shen Qingyu narrowed his eyes slightly, turned around and returned to the inner courtyard.

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"Ouch!"

Shen Qingyu walked hurriedly and just as he turned around the inner courtyard porch, he suddenly bumped into a black shadow.

Shen Yuan screamed and almost fell to the ground.

Shen Qingyu frowned, took a step back, and stared at him up and down, "What are you doing sneaking around?"

Is there any son in the world who would talk to his father in such an attitude?

Shen Yuan's eyelids twitched with anger. "I just heard your uncle explain that it was Dad who wrongly blamed you. I was afraid you would be sad, so I wanted to go out and explain to you."

Shen Qingyu found it funny to listen to what he said. When had he ever been sad because of Shen Yuan's fart?

"Where's Shen Hang?"

Shen Yuan was powerless to correct Shen Qingyu's constant use of his power to threaten his elders' lives. He gasped, "He felt ashamed of being beaten for no reason. I asked him to leave through the side door. By the way, what are you doing back here?"

Shen Qingyu glanced at Shen Yuan and raised the corner of his mouth. "Nothing. I thought since I've been wrongly accused, I might as well come back and prove the crime. It just so happens that I've wanted to beat him up for a long time."

Shen Yuan, "..."