Who is my upstairs

Chapter 65 Murals
Li Shaohuang put Yang Xiaofan on the sofa in the living room, and poured her a cup of hot water. After Yang Xiaofan drank the hot water, he felt a warm current in his lower abdomen, so he let out a breath slowly.

After calming down, she planned to apologize to Li Shaohuang.Li Shaohuang moved back after living abroad for so many years, maybe he is not as familiar with the situation of Li's ancestral house as she is.

If Li Shaohuang really didn't know about this matter, I really wronged him too much.

"Sister Xiaofan, I'm really sorry, it's all my fault. I didn't know the situation in the house, so I let you move in." Li Shaohuang apologized before Yang Xiaofan, and the tone of apology was very sincere.

Yang Xiaofan shook his head, although she didn't blame Li Shaohuang, she still had lingering fears about what happened just now, so she drank a few mouthfuls of warm water, Yang Xiaofan felt a warmth in her stomach, and then slowly calmed down.

Li Shaohuang was lowering down to help Yang Xiaofan look at the bruises on his feet, the bruises faded a lot after a day.

In the silence, Li Shaohuang gave Yang Xiaofan a gentle massage with a cigarette in his mouth, and asked vaguely, "Are you still having nightmares? Sister Xiaofan?"

"I slept soundly last night, I didn't have any dreams." Yang Xiaofan recalled, since the basement was sealed, he no longer had the dream of suddenly appearing in the cemetery after falling asleep.

In this way, the chance to meet Fu Yufang in the dream was also lost.

Li Shaohuang frowned, "It seems that your nightmare may also be related to the Yin Qi in the basement. I will take those two clay pots to the United States now. If you continue to have nightmares, please call me."

Yang Xiaofan's feet have gradually recovered their intuition, and their sense of touch is much more sensitive than before.

For a moment, the bone-cold feet could clearly feel the temperature of Li Shaohuang's fingertips, instead of just feeling numbly that Li Shaohuang's hand was pressing on his feet.

These few times of kneading are simply too real!
After being rubbed by a handsome boy, Yang Xiaofan felt his body irritated like an electric shock, blushing, and quickly withdrew his feet.

On the contrary, Li Shaohuang propped his head with both hands frankly, leaning on the sofa, with a cigarette in his mouth, his gaze was fixed on the ceiling of the living room.

The crystal chandelier on the ceiling is bright and gorgeous.

I just don’t know if there are murals from the ancient tomb hidden behind the white plaster on the ceiling?

These shady activities were quietly hidden in a house. Now that they are seen again, how many unknown secrets of the predecessors will be revealed?

Finally, Yang Xiaofan spoke slowly, breaking the silence: "Shaohuang, in fact, you did nothing wrong. I just reacted too violently. By the way, since your ancestors were tomb robbers, the bones in the yard Could it be..."

"The tomb robber who went out from Li's house." Li Shaohuang seemed to have accumulated too many troubles in his mind, and deliberately let himself relax on the back of the sofa, the cigarette in his mouth burned to the cigarette holder and he didn't notice it.

"Cough, cough..." Li Shaohuang choked a few times, sat up, his eyes were deep, "Sister Xiaofan, do you really hate me now?"

"No." She answered quickly, just like what Yang Xiaofan thought in her heart, she thought Li Shaohuang was a good person, even if her ancestors were tomb robbers, it had nothing to do with the current Li Shaohuang.

"Really..." His tone was a little weak, as if he didn't believe it.

If the headless corpse outside the door really belonged to the ancestors of the Li family, then the one who killed him was probably also the Li family.For the funerary goods in the ancient tomb, or to hide the secrets in this house?
Yang Xiaofan originally wanted to comfort Li Shaohuang, but inexplicably figured out a clue in his mind, if Li Shaohuang's ancestors were tomb robbers, then the bones of the tomb robber in the garden might also belong to the Li family.

Next to the corpse in the garden, there are also burial vessels buried in the ancient tomb, so in the ancestral home of the Li family, the mural hidden under the wall ash, could it be this sentence that was stolen from the ancient tomb before his death? of?In the end, because he has too much wealth, he will be murdered for money!

Yang Xiaofan didn't know that his thoughts coincided with Li Shaohuang's, so he asked: "Shaohuang, did you say that the mummy that just fell from the ceiling came from the same ancient mural as the mural in the room? Was it stolen from the tomb? I think... the horrible incidents in the house should be related to what the bone did during his lifetime, maybe it brought out these things that should have been left in the ancient tomb..."

Looking out of the dark window, Li Shaohuang spit out the cigarette butt, squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then took the broom from the bathroom, and climbed up the cabinet quickly.

He stood on top of the tall cabinet, poked the handle of the broom on the wall above the ceiling a few times vigorously, shaking off a few pieces of dust.

The gap drawn by Li Shaohuang seems to be painted with colored paintings, but I can't see what it is, I just feel that it is a white thing with red streaks on it.

"Sister Xiaofan, go to the broom room and get the engineer shovel." Li Shaohuang seemed to have encountered some important discovery, and ordered Yang Xiaofan to get the engineer shovel on the second floor.

Yang Xiaofan only saw the broom room on the second floor, and felt that the brooms inside were full of piles. He had never seen an engineer shovel in the broom pile.

But Li Shaohuang ordered, she still complied, trotted up to the second floor, opened the broom room, took out all the brooms inside, sure enough, in the corner of the room, there were two shovels with German carvings on the handles.

This German, Yang Xiaofan learned a little when he was an elective course in college. After so many years, he only knows what German looks like, but he can't understand a single word.

The quality of the engineer shovel is really good. I can't say it. Regardless of the size, it is not light in the hand. It should be made of fine steel.

The injury on Yang Xiaofan's foot was not fully healed, so he limped downstairs with the engineer's shovel on his shoulder.

Li Shaohuang downstairs, relying on the broom handle in his hand, was stunned to clean up a large piece of mural on the ceiling. The pictures on the mural were a bit weird.

A huge eyeball, bloodshot all over the inside, and a stream of blood trickling out of the eyeball slowly.

The engineering shovel in Yang Xiaofan's hand fell out, and it drew an ugly pothole on the wooden stairs, and slid down the stairs.

The shovel of the engineer shovel was very sharp, it almost fell on Yang Xiaofan's foot, if he hit his foot this time, it would probably make a big hole, and he would not be able to walk for two or three months.

That eyeball, what Yang Xiaofan has seen, was the first night of living in Li's ancestral house, it was silently spying on everything that happened in the house outside the window.

Maybe, at this very moment, he was watching the house from outside the window.

She suddenly discovered that so far, the things that appeared on the murals seemed to have also appeared in Li's ancestral house!
"Sister Xiaofan, what's wrong?" Li Shaohuang looked down at Yang Xiaofan, and then at the eyeballs on the mural.

Although the eyeball is weird, it is just painted on it. Compared with some western styles, it looks much softer.

Yang Xiaofan shouldn't be so frightened by a painted eyeball!
I saw Yang Xiaofan walked down the stairs quickly with his head down, picked up the engineering shovel on the ground and handed it to Li Shaohuang, "I saw that eyeball outside the living room window, and it looked exactly like the one on the mural. Things, will they come out to make trouble?"

(End of this chapter)