ems to be getting more and more depressed every day.When we first met, he was arrogant, wild, domineering, and a little bad. He liked to play the villain and scare me.When I went back to the Wuzhuang...This ancient cobblestones paving the ground is very heavy. If it wasn't for my father's "talent" (family tradition of the Mu family) listening to the sound of the phone hitting the stone slab with a subtle abnormality, we might not have found this problem.

After all, we never thought we'd have to pry up these century-old stone floors.

I immediately went over the history of the house in my mind—it was now under my brother's name.

Before this, my uncle learned that the house belonged to a friend of Grandfather's who entrusted it to him during wartime. Later, when the new government was established, Grandfather even went to Beijing specifically to handle the matter of the house.

What kind of person was that friend What was their name Are they still alive Do they have descendants

We didn't investigate these matters further because, first, this place is only our temporary residence. Even if we stay for six months, we won't be living here for ten or eight years; second, Grandfather has been in charge of this house for many years and no one has ever come to claim it. The house has always been vacant before this.

If there's trouble at the mansion, the first suspect is always Lao Su, who spends his days beating up dough.

He was the estate manager here, the mansion had always been in his hands, and it was easy for him to do whatever he wanted.

Lao Sao ran into the house and asked what was going on. I said somewhat unhappily, "My father found that someone had hidden a magical formation underground. This house is very unsafe. If it weren't for the formation and someone guarding it, maybe everyone in the house would be harmed in their sleep."

Old Joe was dumbfounded for a long time before he came to his senses, crying out in protest: "Miss, this has absolutely nothing to do with me! Since I took over this house, the floors have always been made of bluestone slabs. I haven't touched a single stone!"

"These are all old houses, even a floor tile is an antique, how could I possibly pry it up to play with! Many years ago when I remodeled the water, electricity and heating, and installed a three-dimensional bathroom... I didn't touch the floor when doing these things! I have no idea at all!"

I nodded and said, "Don't worry, it wasn't your fault. This house is so old, who knows what happened here in the past"

Lao Su was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat. He saw me sitting close to Jiang Qiyun and probably guessed who I was.

He plopped down onto the ground before Jiang Qiyun, bowing deeply: “Uncle by marriage, you are a discerning man who understands right from wrong. As an ordinary person, I am fortunate to even be touched by your celestial energy – it's the result of eight lifetimes of good deeds. If I were to harbor any ulterior motives, I would surely be struck down by five thunders!”

Pfft…

"Uncle, I'm kneeling to you, just give me a word..." I held back a laugh.

This is a term used in folk customs. In general, maidservants call young ladies "Miss." Since the mistress is of higher status, after marriage, the servants from her maiden family naturally address her husband as "Master."

Lao Su's mouth was dry. At this moment, he panicked and didn't know how to address Jiang Qiyun, whose face was as cold as ice. He could only call him "Brother-in-law".

"Right and wrong, merit and demerit will be judged by the heavens. The world is full of people deceiving others, and ultimately deceiving themselves. Karma dictates its own retribution. You don't need to worry about explaining yourself." Jiang Qiyun, after calling him "Master," added those words with a sense of respect.

Lao Su whispered and hid himself halfway, not daring to speak another word.

He must be truly innocent, otherwise he wouldn't meekly stand there at this moment. He should have already figured out a way to escape.

Quan Heng quickly returned to report: "Your Majesty, a total of seven unopened gates were found in the courtyard and the east wing, arranged in a seven-star pattern. There is a trap hidden here, it seems to be an interdimensional portal!"

"Jiang Qiyun frowned.

The passageway between realms, could it be related to the hidden secrets of King City God's street

"Qiyun, my brother said that there was once a little ghost trying to peek into the house, but it fled because someone was guarding it. Could it be that it's here to check out the methods"

Since we moved in, this old house has become quite lively with many people and a variety of spirits. It would be very difficult for anyone to try anything under our noses.

This method should have been available to us before we checked in.

I called home late at night and dug my grandpa out of the "grave." I even imagined Paper Man Aunt Zhang running around in the empty house with her phone. That's so creepy...

The old man grunted and asked, "Girl, what business do you have so late"

"Grandpa, who gave you this mansion in the Imperial Capital!" I asked bluntly.

"Huh What are you asking this for"

"This… we found something amazing here."

After hearing me finish my story, Grandfather frowned and said, "Spell"

When he was young, his grandfather almost died from sifting for sand to survive. After narrowly escaping death, he was saved by an old Taoist priest. He followed the old Taoist priest from then on. After the old Taoist priest passed away, he became a bandit and lived off the land in the chaotic world.

Later, seeing the country's situation in turmoil, he washed his hands of all involvement and hid himself away in a small village under an assumed name, protecting himself, his family, and the treasures he had amassed.

When he followed the old Taoist priest, there was also a young boy by his side, younger than him. This young boy was the original owner of this house.

After the old Taoist priest died, two half-grown children didn't know where to go and had no choice but to fend for themselves. Later, when the political situation stabilized, the grandfather received land deeds and other things sent by the children, entrusting him to take care of the house.

But this person later disappeared without a trace, and their whereabouts are unknown.

When he was young, Grandfather never cared about emotions or human life. In that turbulent world, it was not easy to survive. Later, after meeting Grandmother, his heart began to change. As he grew older, he became especially nostalgic for old friends, so he asked Lao Suo to look after the house.

This house has been vacant for years, so it wouldn't be surprising if some ghosts or demons popped up. However, the emergence of seven formations, arranged in a seven-star pattern, truly caught Jiang Qiyun's attention and raised his guard.

What's going on Is there anyone else coveting the Purple Forbidden Palace in the Nine Heavens

This is the landlord's estate, even family members wouldn't dare touch a single brick, yet there are still scoundrels in the mortal realm who covet it

Hearing this, the old master pondered for a moment and said, "Well then... I'll go myself."

"Grandfather, what is the name of that child Perhaps we could ask the Underworld to check his life story Or see if he has already passed away."

"Well, I remember his name was Yang Zhizhen. That sounds like the name my master gave him... There might have been a given name too... called 'Yang Xian' Back then, people changed their names all the time, so I don't know if he always went by that."

Jiang Qiyun returned to his room and summoned two underworld officers, instructing them to look up Yang Xian, Yang Zizhen, and Yi Xianyang. Because the war had caused chaos in the Book of Life and Death, he gave the two officers a day to complete their search.

"Could it be the same person" I asked, following Jiang Qiyun.

"Maybe, we can just take advantage of the situation...vacate this house first and let your family go back home."

"Well, our plan anyway is to go back after the Lantern Festival."

After I had made the arrangements with my dad, I suddenly realized something.

Where's my brother

"Dad, you didn't call my brother"

“He got punched! That little bastard said to come back immediately!”

It's been so long, why hasn't my brother come back yeta step, goosebumps erupted on the back of my neck.A swollen and pale face floated in the air, in the hazy moonlight like a thin fog struggling to gather together.The face pulled a strained “smile” at...