The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 480
"Yan Sanhe."

Xie Zhifei caught up and looked down at her pale profile, "Let's go sit in the carriage first."

Yan Sanhe said nothing and walked very quickly.

After both feet stepped out of the threshold, the tightness in her chest disappeared immediately. She then raised her head and said, "No, just wait here."

Xie Zhifei glanced at Zhu Qing, who immediately brought a round stool from the concierge.

"Miss Yan, sit down."

The churning in his stomach was not suppressed so quickly, and Yan Sanhe sat down unceremoniously.

Xie Zhifei lifted up his robe, sat on the threshold, and looked straight at Yan Sanhe: "How did you realize that the Zhu family had a formation?"

Yan San pointed to his heart: "I don't feel comfortable here."

"Now, are you feeling better?"

Yan Sanhe nodded.

Xie Zhifei saw that her lips were a little dry and cracked, "Should I have someone get you a cup of hot tea?"

"Need not."

"A little drink will make you feel better, Zhu Qing?"

"Yes."

Xie Zhifei looked at her and whispered, "If we can't hold on, let's withdraw first and come back tomorrow. Anyway, we've been here for two months, so there's no rush now."

The care in the words is as dense as a spider web, so thick that people can stick to it.

Yan Sanhe couldn't look directly into the man's eyes, so he nodded and turned his face to one side.

When Zhu Qing brought the tea, little Mr. Pei also came over, imitating Xie Zhifei's example, and sat down on the threshold.

"Yan Sanhe, why can't we realize the formation?"

Yan Sanhe took the tea cup and took a sip, "Because I am a goddess."

"The goddess is amazing."

Little Mr. Pei looked at Yan Sanhe with admiration, then slowly raised his chin with one hand and said doubtfully:

"It's strange. Why do the Zhu family use so many formations when they have nothing to do? Are they all used to ward off evil spirits?"

"How do you know it's a blocker?" Yan Sanhe asked.

"I didn't have time to tell you."

Mr. Pei covered his mouth and whispered: "I heard that there was some kind of array set up in Mr. Zhu's room to ward off evil spirits."

"It should be more than that simple."

Yan Sanhe's face was serious, and the discomfort just now was so strong that she had to exit quickly.

Little Mr. Pei rubbed his arm against Xie Zhifei: Brother, from now on, it seems that we have to come to the Zhu family less often, and if we do come, we have to bring a consecrated Buddha amulet.

The brother ignored him again, his eyes falling on Yan Sanhe's fingers holding the tea cup.

The fingers were bluish-white, indicating that she was squeezing hard.

Why are you squeezing so hard?

"What are you looking at?"

Mr. Pei failed to catch Xie Fifty's eyes twice, and he was very dissatisfied with the tacit understanding between the two. He rubbed his elbow hard, and it happened to rub against the sore tendon of Xie Zhifei's arm.

He gasped in pain.

"Pei, no matter how gentle or severe it is, be careful and I will whip you."

At this moment, Yan Sanhe suddenly pointed at the threshold under their buttocks.

"There is a formation on this threshold."

Little Master Pei was first frightened by Xie Zhifei, and then when he heard Yan Sanhe say these words, his butt suddenly bounced up as if it was stuck on a nail.

"boom--"

His head hit the door frame, and countless stars appeared in front of his eyes. He screamed "Hey, hey, hey," and said weakly:
"What's wrong with the Zhu family? There's a formation on the threshold. Thank you fifty, help me quickly. Quick!"

While Xie Zhifei stood up and supported him, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief: It turns out that she was so nervous because she discovered the formation on the threshold!

At this time, footsteps came from the door.

Xie Zhifei turned around to look at the visitor and explained to Yan Sanhe in a low voice.

"The person my sister-in-law is supporting is Master Zhu's wife, Mrs. Mao. When Master Zhu was alive, he was very henpecked."

Yan Sanhe stood up slowly, and when his eyes glanced at Zhu, his brows suddenly furrowed.

The mother and daughter approached and stood still. Mao held Yan Sanhe's hand without saying a word and choked with sobs: "Girl, I have longed for the stars and the moon, and I have finally brought you here."

Yan Sanhe coldly pulled out his hand and said to Zhu in a rather dissatisfied tone: "Why are you so thin?"

Zhu was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes became hot.

Last time the third child didn't see her for a long time, he said the same thing, and his tone was a little harsh and a little bit complaining.

But Zhu knew in her heart that this was the truth.

She forced a smile and said, "I never expected that, Miss Yan, you..."

Your little girl's family can actually transform thoughts and demons.

Zhu still heard the four words "transform thoughts and demons" from Xie Erli's mouth. After being shocked, she thought about it carefully and found that everything had been foreshadowed.

Why did she only go to the master's study when she arrived at Xie's house?

Why can she live in Jingsi Residence?

Why do old ladies and masters treat her with enthusiasm that is both flattering and cautious?
Why does she often disappear mysteriously for many days?
It turns out that this girl is no ordinary girl.

"By the way, my brother and the others are withdrawing. My mother was afraid that Miss Yan would be impatient, so she took me and came first."

Mrs. Zhu looked at the woman beside her: "This is my mother."

Yan Sanhe nodded to Mao and said, "Why are there so many formations in the mansion?"

Mrs. Mao sighed: "To be honest, girl, I only found out about the formation in the mansion today. The rules of the Zhu family are to pass the inheritance from male to female. There are many things that women are not allowed to know."

"Not only do I not know, but I can't ask any more questions. If I ask my brother, they won't tell me."

Zhu emphasized again, "This is a rule passed down from generation to generation of the Zhu family."

Yan Sanhe nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Miss Yan."

While observing Yan Sanhe's expression, Mrs. Mao said cautiously: "Look at our house..."

Yan Sanhe interrupted coldly: "Let's wait until someone sees it before talking about it."

For a while, no one dared to speak anymore, and they didn't know what to say. They could only wait dryly.

Time passed little by little.

Fortunately, he didn't wait long, Xie Erli left and returned, followed by a man in gray, who was Zhu Yuanzhao, the second master of the Zhu family.

There were so many people standing at the door, and Zhu Yuanzhao saw Yan Sanhe at a glance.

He stepped forward and saluted: "Miss Yan, come in and try again."

"This is the second master of the Zhu family." Xie Zhifei explained in a low voice.

No need for Xie Zhifei to explain, Yan Sanhe also knew that this man was the second master of the Zhu family, who looked quite similar to the third master of the Zhu family.

Time is the healer of all wounds.

In two months, Zhu Yuanzhao seemed to have no change except that his face turned gray and his eyes darkened.

Of course, Yan Sanhe has never seen him like before.

She crossed the threshold and stood for a moment. She didn't notice anything unusual, so she nodded to Zhu Yuanzhao: "Lead the way."

Zhu Yuanzhao said no more, turned around and left.

Yan Sanhe followed him for a few steps, turned around and said to Mrs. Zhu, "Sister-in-law, don't follow me. Help my wife to wait in the main hall."

Zhu was taken aback.

Yan Sanhe: "The yin energy is heavy."

Places with heavy Yin energy are not good for children and the elderly.

Mrs. Zhu knew that Yan Sanhe's words were directed at her mother, and her heart warmed again, "Mom, let's go this way."

As soon as Mr. Pei heard that he was angry, he quickly grabbed the corner of Xie Zhifei's clothes and squeezed hard.

The bodies of two boys have the most yang energy, and Amitabha Buddha has no taboos.

Xie Zhifei glanced at the hand on the corner of his clothes and wanted to curse, but thought it would be better to save his saliva!

The group of people walked in silently, not seeing a single servant along the way. It was obvious that the Zhu Mansion had cleared the situation.

When I walked to a courtyard, I saw a person standing under the white lantern at the entrance of the courtyard, with hands behind his back.

The man was thin and tall, and it seemed as if the wind could blow him away.

Yan Sanhe stopped again without any warning.

(End of this chapter)