Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

The woman held the teacup, not rising, but kneeling and moving forward.

After shuffling twice, she reached Sun Jiacheng's side. With just these two small movements, the hem of her mourning robe had already been quietly lifted a little.

Revealing a section of her fair calf.

When Sun Jiacheng reached out to take the teacup, he realized that the mourning robe the woman wore was completely different from ordinary ones.

It would be more accurate to say it was a thin white dress rather than a mourning robe.

The edge of the skirt was also trimmed with lace.

The woman was also not wearing shoes, her delicate feet only covered with snow-white silk socks, and the socks had also been pushed down to her ankles.

Sun Jiacheng glanced at her, feeling slightly relieved. He reached out and took the teacup, forcing himself to remain calm, and said, "Thank you, miss."

Then he drank the tea in the cup in one gulp!

Seeing him finish drinking, the woman smiled gently and said softly, "Did I frighten you just now, sir?"

Sun Jiacheng forced a smile, gathered his courage, and asked, "Miss... miss, why do the paintings in this room have no faces...?"

"Is this still the Wind Flower House?"

While he was asking, the woman poured him another cup of tea and handed it over.

Then she turned her head to look at the picture frame, sobbing as she explained, "This is my home, not some Wind Flower House."

"As for the painting, it was arranged by a fortune teller. My late husband drowned, and he was afraid his wronged soul would come knocking, so he had this painting drawn..."

The woman was still talking nonsense, but Sun Jiacheng was panicking!

If this wasn't the Wind Flower Club, then where the hell was he!? Could it be that he had really encountered a ghost?

Thinking of this, fear arose in his heart again. He looked at the woman warily and quietly moved back a little.

The woman held the teacup and moved forward a little, handing it over.

She said aggrievedly, "Sir, have another cup. It's so gloomy here, and I'm also very scared."

I'll let you drink some more! You coward!

Sun Jiacheng took the teacup, and the woman's little finger gently brushed against Sun Jiacheng's hand.

His heart trembled inexplicably. He took the teacup and drank it all again.

"May I ask your name, miss? Let me quickly burn incense, and after I finish burning incense, can I leave?"

"My surname is Nie, sir. You can call me Xiaoqian. Sir, please come closer, let me help you burn incense."

As she spoke, she turned around, facing away from Sun Jiacheng.

Looking at Xiaoqian's slender waist, Sun Jiacheng's breathing became a little heavier.

At the same time, he felt a little parched, as if his throat was on fire.

He had clearly just drunk two cups of tea, so why was he thirsty again?

He shook his head, quickly dispelling the distracting thoughts! Burning incense and leaving was the main thing!

Sun Jiacheng gritted his teeth and sat down next to Xiaoqian.

A wave of fragrance kept drifting to his nose, and for a moment he felt a little dazed.

Xiaoqian lit the incense and handed it to Sun Jiacheng.

Sun Jiacheng hurriedly took the incense and kowtowed three times loudly, then quickly inserted the incense into the incense burner.

He impatiently asked, "Can I leave now, sir!"

Hearing this, Xiaoqian raised her pretty face and looked at Sun Jiacheng with autumn-like eyes.

"Sir, can't you just stay here for a while longer... I... I'm scared."

Sun Jiacheng wanted to refuse, but a surge of excitement welled up in his heart, and he actually nodded as if possessed!

He immediately regretted nodding, his whole face bitter as he knelt on the spot, stunned.

Xiaoqian looked at Sun Jiacheng timidly and said, "Or... sir, have another cup of tea."

"Oh, good, good!"

For some reason, he only felt extremely thirsty now, his throat burning, so it would be good to have another cup of tea!

Sun Jiacheng took the tea and finished another cup.

Seeing that he had already drunk the third cup and still had no reaction, his whole body was tense and he knelt stiffly on the spot.

She couldn't help but frown!

Is this old guy really up to it?

Then she secretly reached for a thread next to the coffin and pulled it hard!

The picture frame in the mourning hall fell down with a "bang!"

Sun Jiacheng was startled! But the next second, he saw Xiaoqian throw herself into his arms!

His heart beat wildly.

Sun Jiacheng looked down and saw Xiaoqian looking at him with her watery eyes, the civilized and harmonious part below her neck.

The mourning robe had become a little disheveled.

Two long legs were presented before his eyes, and the loose silk socks had been kicked off unconsciously.

Revealing a pair of slender feet, the toes still curled up playfully.

"Sir, isn't this haunted...?"

Sun Jiacheng swallowed hard and couldn't help but press Xiaoqian's shoulders with both hands: "Accident! It's an accident! I have to leave quickly... If you're scared, let's go together!"

Xiaoqian said resentfully, "No! The vigil is not over yet, I can't leave."

After saying that, she pushed back hard, broke free from Sun Jiacheng's hand, and secretly pulled her sleeve hard!

The light of civilization suddenly bloomed!

After a scream, Xiaoqian hurriedly pulled her mourning robe back, turned her back and sobbed.

"Ah, this... Miss! I didn't do it on purpose!". Sun Jiacheng was at a loss, but the tea had already begun to take effect, and there was a feeling of inexplicable discomfort.

"I don't want to live anymore!!" Xiaoqian screamed, straightened up, and was about to crash into the coffin.

Seeing this, Sun Jiacheng rushed forward without hesitation to try to stop Xiaoqian.

If he hadn't pulled her, it wouldn't have mattered, but with this pull, the mourning robe seemed to be made of paper, and half of it was torn off with a tearing sound!

Sun Jiacheng stood on the spot dumbfounded, holding half a piece of torn cloth.

Xiaoqian quickly squatted down and cried.

Just as Sun Jiacheng didn't know what to do, he suddenly heard the faint sound of conversation from next door...

A flash of lightning suddenly crossed his mind!

Damn! So he was still in the Wind Flower House, and this Xiaoqian was actually acting with him!

No wonder this broken dress style was so special and the quality was so poor!

Realizing this, Sun Jiacheng was immediately furious and looked at Xiaoqian fiercely!

Then he rushed up in one step.

He grabbed Xiaoqian from the ground and pulled her up!

Then he slammed her hard onto the couch.

Xiaoqian screamed miserably, her eyes twitching a few times as she looked at Sun Jiacheng.

It's over! I drank too much tea, this damn thing almost killed me!

Sun Jiacheng walked closer to Xiaoqian with a ferocious smile, holding half a piece of torn cloth, his eyes red.

"Say! Are you acting!"

Fortunately, Xiaoqian was still professional, with a look of horror, she said, "Sir, what are you talking about!"

"This is my late husband's mourning hall, please respect yourself!!"

"Yo ho! Interesting! Didn't you want to commit suicide just now? Now it's not you anymore?"

"Still acting? Do you really think I can't see through it?!"

Sun Jiacheng heard the sound coming from next door and completely understood. He took the torn cloth and suddenly whipped it!

"Let me show you Sun's methods!!"

...

Outside the door, Wu Sheng and Xie Xian listened to the reaction inside the room and couldn't help but nod repeatedly.

"The effect is okay, our people are professional enough!"

Xie Xian asked curiously, "What is the theme of this room?"

"This is called A Chinese Ghost Story, the master changed it later! There is also an advanced version later, you can do a fox demon ghost or something."

"But I was afraid it would be too stimulating, so I didn't use it."

Wu Sheng sighed: "The master is a great talent! I'm far from it!"

Xie Xian immediately retorted: "Master Wu is already very powerful, aren't more than half of the themes here designed by you?"

Wu Sheng shook his head: "It's all thanks to the master's guidance."

"Alas, I don't know why, I always feel like I'm living in the master's shadow...."