! If I wasn’t being polite, I would have chased you out!”"You—" Mí Luò's eyes widened.To tell her to roll out No one would dare to say that to Fairy Mi Luo.Her status doesn't seem low, I think she sh...Standing in Mrs. Yan's living room for the second time, with no one else present, it felt even more somber and oppressive.

After the case of a person falling from their building, neighbors gossiped and the police put a seal on the door and instructed the security guard to pay special attention to this household.

The problem is that this family has experienced a series of tragedies in a short period of time: an elderly person passed away, and someone jumped to their death. Even the security guard couldn't avoid these events, so how could anyone possibly have been there at night to provide care

It's better not to come, so as to avoid being tainted by negative energy and harming those who are unrelated.

As soon as Jiang Qiyun appeared, the animal spirits in the house scattered everywhere, hiding in all sorts of cracks and corners, afraid to come out.

First, I carefully examined Mrs. Yen's room wearing gloves. She seemed to be a well-educated woman, and her house didn't contain any surprises.

Books, diaries, notebooks, mostly lesson plans and PPTs. She seems to be a teacher as well.

Under her bed lay a drawer of yellowed diaries, each labeled by year. I skipped over many years in the middle and went straight to those from her high school years.

I expected to find some things about my mother in her diary, but after flipping through several books, I was a little disappointed.

My mom's stuff was just a few passing mentions, I suppose Mrs. Yan didn't have much of a relationship with my mom. It's my dad's content that's recorded quite a bit more.

This old geezer, he was quite the ladies' man in his younger days. According to Mrs. Yan's diary, he was a prominent figure back then, handsome, unrestrained, and well-off.

In that era, he would probably be the top choice for a husband in a spring dream.

It's a pity my dad is clueless—or perhaps he's just too shrewd. Either way, he seems incredibly mysterious in the eyes of these classmates.

He seems like an ordinary student, but there's a mystery about him. He disappears without a trace when he turns around.

Mrs. Yan's high school diary was finished, I looked at Jiang Qiyun, he was holding a history book in his hand and reading.

“Are you interested in these history books too” I leaned over and took a look. It was a vernacular historical record.

"History as seen by ordinary people is bound to be different from what we see. The river of history takes away so much... how can later generations possibly understand Most of it is conjecture and deduction." He put the book back, took my hand, and led me towards the rooftop.

Just like the male owner of this house, who has passed away, we can only infer everything about him.

"Mr. Yan is a teacher, and teachers are generally more meticulous in their work and definitely leave behind many records," I said with confidence.

It would be best if I could find some records about my mother, although hope is slim.

"The rooftop is soaked with blood, the soil is stained with resentment, and the house is like a tomb. Living here for long makes one's mind unstable and their body frail... To be able to live in such an environment for decades, there must be something hidden." Jiang Qiyun swept his gaze across the rooftop with displeasure.

The honest staircase, just a ladder to the rooftop, Mr. Yan sealed off the ladder leading to the roof with anti-theft railings, effectively monopolizing the entire rooftop.

The roof has flower beds on all four sides, with a circular flowerbed in the middle and small trees planted as well.

His self-built hut was cramped and claustrophobic, filled with glass bottles containing specimens, sealed boxes holding skeletons, and stuffed animal skins propped up...every nook crammed full.

Even under the single bed were three wooden chests, which he had made himself. The nails and planks were a bit rough, making them look rather bulky.

The first two wooden chests were indeed heavy, but the one placed by the bed was incredibly light! I could easily lift it.

Two clanging noises came from inside the wooden box, it was broken! Had I smashed all the bottles and jars inside

"What's in here..." I quickly opened the lid.

There are no specimens displayed here, but instead there are electronic incense candles placed in the four corners of the box.

Electronic incense candles are not uncommon, after all, nowadays people mainly live in apartment buildings. It's not always possible to use real fire to burn incense when paying respects to ancestors. So, with the times, electronic incense candles have been developed. As long as you plug them in or put batteries in them, they can stay lit continuously.

In the middle of the box, there was a small brass base. On top of the base sat a small object.

This little thing looks so familiar!

I reached out and took it. Wasn't this the Shen family's Du You Xiao Fa Tan!

"Why would there be things from the Shen family" I hastily unfurled the small talisman. Over time, the paper had become damp and sticky. When I unfolded it, it tore, but I recognized the runes inside immediately. It was indeed a small talisman from the Shen family.

“These specters should be afraid of this formation,” Jiang Qiyun raised an eyebrow and said, “Uncultivated animal spirits are very simple. If they die here, fear the formation, and fear the user of the formation, it’s understandable that they would only dare to cower in this little house.”

"Could Mr. Yan really be a disciple of the Shen family It doesn't seem likely... I didn't see any furnishings typical of a Taishang Xuanmen household in his home." I muttered.

Jiang Qiyun slightly raised his head and looked at the crowded small table, where there was a laptop.

"Could there be some clues inside that thing"

I tried to open my laptop, but it required a password. However, I found an old U disk in the corner of a drawer—so old it was falling apart. There was a piece of paper taped on top with transparent glue: 1980-1995.

Based on my dad's age, he would have been in high school in the late 80s or early 90s, so there might be some content about that era on this record.

I held the USB drive in my hand, and suddenly I heard a click of a door lock!

This just happened house, who would come Plus the police put up a seal.

Jiang Qiyun raised his hand to cover my mouth, and with a muttered incantation, cast a barrier around us, pulling me into the corner of the house.

A cellphone's light flickered on the ceiling, and a shadowy figure crept forward, bending low—it was Ms. Yan's brother!

This guy, my mother is still in the hospital being rescued, she's about to die, how come he doesn't stay by her side

This man's hair was disheveled, his eyes bloodshot, and his wide-open gaze held a look of near madness.

He rummaged through every corner of the room, mumbling to himself, "Where...where..."

This man searched for ages but couldn't find him. He was on the verge of madness and wanted to smash things, but the specimens in the room were fragile, so he dared not make a mess. He could only vent his anger by grabbing a pillow and smashing it wildly on the bed!

"You won't give it to me, you won't give it to me! You old geezer! Even if you die, you won't give it to me—" He gritted his teeth and glared with fury.

Is he crazy! His father passed away and his mother jumped from a building, but he's completely indifferent and just searching for heirlooms at home

Rip—

A ripping sound echoed through the room, tearing his pillow to shreds. Cotton flew everywhere and a small, transparent envelope secured with tape tumbled out.

His bloodshot eyes gleamed with greed, like he'd discovered some treasure. He held the small envelope in his hands, his mouth twitching as he pulled out a smile.

As if guilty as charged, he glanced back at the outside of the cottage and then quietly closed the door behind him before turning and fleeing.

I saw a faint "thread" behind him, like a plastic ribbon, and turned back to Jiang Qiyun in confusion.

"That was a tracking spell left behind by a living person's soul, Da Bao should follow him." Jiang Qiyun finished speaking and walked out of the hut.

The man had already run downstairs. On the balcony, I saw a dark old van with its lights off outside the building's gate. That was Dabao's car.

"I'll go give him a heads up, wait for me here." Jiang Qiyun seemed puzzled by this event too. His figure vanished before my eyes; he must have gone to inform Da Bao.

I looked at the messy room and carefully backed out.

Darkness fell.

This was a neighborhood of old-fashioned buildings right in the heart of the city, yet under the midnight wind, it exuded an air of a desolate graveyard.

I rubbed my hands together and, lowering my head, took out the small talisman for exorcising spirits. I was going to set up a small formation on the roof to send these animal ghosts to peace.

Just as he bent over to place the first one, a sudden chill ran down his spine.

"Hee hee…"

Suddenly, a voice startled me, and I turned my head around abruptly!

"Ahhhh!!!"tated for a moment, but in the end he let go of his hand and did not take out what was in his pocket.He zipped up his jacket and said with a sigh, "Well then, since the Mu family has broken their word...