The black-bellied emperor: the only enchanting princess

Chapter 71 Haunted House
At night, the three masters and servants were driven out of the house, and the inn was not allowed to stay. With the night wind blowing, Mo Qingcheng suddenly thought.

"I remember that among my mother's things, there is a house in the west of the city."

When Mo Qingcheng said this, Linglong also remembered, nodded immediately,

"Yes, but because the house is relatively dilapidated and the place is remote, it has been put on hold."

It took half a stick of incense to go from the inn in the capital to a house in the west of the city.

"We have arrived."

The coachman looked at the house that Mo Qingcheng was going to, and hurriedly opened his mouth.

"Miss, I didn't say that Madam was kind-hearted back then, and many of us have received favors, so I still want to persuade you, it's better not to live in this house."

Mo Qingcheng and Xiaoxi looked at the coachman together, and before Mo Qingcheng gave orders, Xiaoxi had already spoken.

"Uncle, why do you say that?"

The coachman glanced at the gloomy house in fear, and opened his mouth cautiously.

"Because the house is haunted, people in the neighborhood moved away."

Haunted?

Mo Qingcheng looked back at the gloomy house, with an unpredictable smile on her lips. She didn't believe that there were ghosts in this world, and besides, wasn't she also a ghost from another world?
Both Xiaoxi and Linglong were a little scared. Looking at the dark and gloomy house, they felt a little timid.

Mo Qingcheng turned her head, blessed the coachman, and said gratefully.

"Thank you uncle for telling me, but I don't believe there are any ghosts, Linglong, give me an extra tael of silver."

The coachman worked really hard today, and he kindly reminded himself that although it was because of her mother, she was still grateful from the bottom of her heart.

Hearing this, Linglong stepped forward and handed one or two or three coins to the coachman.

The coachman looked at so much money, reminded him again, and left in a hurry.

If it wasn't for Mo Qingcheng's mother's sake, he would never have come to this street.

Seeing the coachman disappearing like the wind, Xiao Xi spoke with some palpitations.

"Miss, do we really want to live in?"

"of course."

After speaking, he pushed open the old door and walked in.

The courtyard was completely dark, but luckily Linglong and Xiaoxi were holding lanterns, which could illuminate everything around them.

Along the way, Mo Qingcheng walked in calmly, while Xiaoxi looked left and right, Linglong followed behind Mo Qingcheng, feeling the strength of Mo Qingcheng, she was a little calmer.

The door of the room was very old. When Mo Qingcheng opened the door, he found that the room was clean and tidy. He knew that someone lived here.

It turned out that it was not haunted, but someone pretended to be a ghost.

"Small, miss, it's so clean here."

Xiaoxi followed Mo Qingcheng into the room, lit the candles, and couldn't help but sigh.

Linglong also took a look at the room. Apart from being a little cleaner, it wasn't even the slightest bit popular.

"Miss, here, there really aren't ghosts here!"

Mo Qingcheng's finger landed on the table, but his eyes were on the stool beside him, where there were still traces of footprints.

Mo Qingcheng glanced at the window, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Xiaoxi, Linglong, you guys go to clean up and go to sleep! I'm very tired after a busy day, you go out!"

Hearing this, Xiaoxi and Linglong backed out, and bravely walked towards the next room together.

Mo Qingcheng sat at the table, the table full of age atmosphere was wiped clean, Mo Qingcheng glanced at the window, and spoke lightly.

"Since everyone lives here, why not sit down and talk."

(End of this chapter)