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Zhao Manyi's eyes were wide open, and her eyeballs were shaking violently. She held her head tightly and tightly pulled her hair tightly, her nerves were tearing and tearing her apart.

The hope in my heart was completely wiped out.

Zhao Manyi was about to be driven out of her insanity and was about to be completely driven crazy, screaming in pain, "Then who are you, who are you!?"

Yun Jiaojiao kept shouting in her heart and went crazy.

But they couldn't stop her mouth.

She had a showdown with Zhao Manyi when her real identity in her previous life died.

Wei Wei also said jealously: "Although they are all called Yun Jiaojiao, they really have the same name but different fates. Why should I grovel for my livelihood, have no dignity, and wag my tail at those damned stinky men every day? Why do some people have nothing to worry about when they are born rich?"

Zhao Manyi stepped back and fell to the ground, completely at a loss, and matched the information in the dream. The old woman who occupied her daughter's body in the dream was 38 years old when she died.

Zhao Manyi suddenly suffocated and realized in horror that the dream, no, it's not a dream, it's all real.

Where is her real daughter then? !
Thinking of the image of her eight-year-old daughter covered in blood and crying helplessly for her mother to save her, Zhao Manyi opened her mouth and her face was full of collapse and despair.

"Do not……"

Yun Jiaojiao saw that the situation was not good and wanted to leave, but Zhao Manyi had already got up from the ground and rushed towards her with teeth and claws.

"Where is my daughter, what did you do to my daughter, give me back my daughter!!!"

The two were entangled together, and in the panic, Yun Jiaojiao's face was hurt several times by Zhao Manyi. The pain made her gasp, and the pain made her so angry that she burst out with brutal strength, pushing Zhao Manyi to the ground.

Then he roared ferociously like a Rakshasa, "You still want to find your daughter? Okay, then I will tell you mercifully that she is dead! She is dead!! Dead!!!"

"You'll never find her!!"

"You want to see your daughter, don't you? You can die now. You can be reunited with your daughter after you die!"

After yelling, Yun Jiaojiao finally felt a lot more carefree, looking at Zhao Manyi with undisguised viciousness.

Hearing Yun Jiaojiao say that her real daughter died, Zhao Manyi broke down again and again, "You are talking nonsense, my daughter is not dead, my daughter is not dead!!"

"She was locked up by you!!"

She was still waiting for her mother to rescue her.

Yun Jiaojiao: "I locked her up? Then where do you say I locked her up? Can I find you?"

Yun Jiaojiao is now being backlashed by luck, so naturally everything she says is the truth, everything is the truth.

The real Yun Jiaojiao died a long time ago.

Died at the age of eight.

She was indeed locked up at first, in a dark corner of this body.

But one body cannot accommodate two souls, so the soul of eight-year-old Yun Jiaojiao was swallowed by the system.

And Yun Jiaojiao, who came through rebirth, became the new owner of this body.

This body belongs to her completely.

The reason why Zhao Manyi saw Yun Jiaojiao covered in blood was because Yun Jiaojiao's soul was being devoured, and it was riddled with holes like a honeycomb.

Zhao Manyi didn't think about it, no matter how she counted, Yun Jiaojiao would have to have it this year.

Why did she still see Yun Jiaojiao, who was eight years old?

Because the real Yun Jiaojiao died at the age of eight, she had been dead for ten years.

She was also forgotten for a whole decade.

"If I can find it, I will definitely find my daughter."

"As long as I drive you away, as long as you drive this monster out of my daughter's body, my daughter will come back!"

Zhao Manyi got up from the ground again, eyes full of madness.

Seeing this, Yun Jiaojiao dodged again and again, and at the moment Zhao Manyi was about to get close to her, she caught a glimpse of the vase next to her, quickly picked up the vase, and then slammed it on Zhao Manyi's head.

"Bang—" There was a violent shattering sound, and pieces scattered all over the ground.

And Zhao Manyi lay down on the ground covered in blood.

Life and death do not know.

Seeing this scene, Yun Jiaojiao swallowed her saliva, and didn't even try to find out whether Zhao Manyi was alive or dead.

She also kicked Zhao Manyi, pointed at Zhao Manyi and cursed.

After scolding enough, he said: "You asked for this, you asked for it all."

"Don't eat a toast and eat a fine drink."

"Your daughter has lived with you for eight years, and I have called you mother for ten years. After ten years, even raising a dog has developed a relationship. You actually want to drive me away cruelly?"

"Do you think your daughter can come back after driving me away?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Enough of laughing, Yun Jiaojiao immediately went to pack her things, she didn't dare to stay too long, she took a backpack and ran away in a panic.

……

Zhao Manyi did not die, and no one found her passed out on the ground.

The situation of the Yun family is not optimistic, the servants and security guards all resigned and left.

The villa was empty.

Extreme suffocation, emptiness, pain and despair flooded Zhao Manyi like a tide.

Thinking of something, Zhao Manyi stumbled up from the ground and went to the warehouse.

There are many objects from Yun Jiaojiao's childhood piled up there. Because of the commemorative significance, Zhao Manyi is reluctant to clean them up, so they have been kept in the warehouse.

There were so many and miscellaneous things in the warehouse, Zhao Manyi searched desperately for a long time with blood all over her face.

Finally found a fluffy doll.

This puppet is surprisingly the one held by eight-year-old Yun Jiaojiao.

The blood on Zhao Manyi's hands stained the doll, and the blood on her face also dripped on the doll.

The puppet at this time even reproduced the appearance in the dream.

Zhao Manyi hugged the puppet tightly, crying and laughing nervously as she said that she had found her daughter.

Zhao Manyi left the dark and dim warehouse with the doll in her arms. As she walked, she sat down weakly.

She has nothing left.

She regretted it.

Zhao Manyi unconsciously glanced at the fruit on the table, and there was a fruit knife next to the fruit.

Her gaze began to focus, and finally her crimson eyes stared at the fruit knife motionlessly.

After a long time, her lips began to squirm, and the whole body seemed to be left with a desolate and rotten shell, and the voice overflowing from her mouth was as ethereal as a gloomy wandering spirit.

She muttered to herself.

"To solve the problem from the root, to solve the problem from the root..."

……

……

Yun Xianghuan stood alone on the rooftop, looking into the distance, the moon is dark and the wind is high tonight.

Yun Xianghuan took out a bamboo flute, brought it to his lips, and began to play it.

Accompanied by the slow, melodious, dreamlike, ethereal sound of the flute, Zhao Manyi quickly tidied up her image and cleaned up the mess on the ground.