Dressed As the Younger Brother of Four Pet Sisters and Crazy Demons

When did she say she wanted to?

"It's also a good time to see how far you have regressed in two years."

...

ten minutes later.

Li Qinian crumpled up the rice paper and threw it into the trash can.

"I'm not good at calligraphy. If you really like teaching people to practice calligraphy, you might as well become a professor in a university."

Lou Chengxiao closed his eyes and rested his mind, without any surprise on his face, as if he had expected the present scene a long time ago.

Li Qinian simply didn't bother to pay attention to him, took out his phone and played a few games.

Lou Chengxiao heard the sound effects of the game, opened his eyes and glanced at her, but didn't say anything.

In the next two days, Li Qinian was growing vegetables and fishing again. He was a good and passionate young man, and he was tortured into a little old man.

"I'm going out in the afternoon, you stay in the villa and don't run around."

Li Qinian was eager to send this great god away, so the little chicken pecked at the rice and nodded in agreement.

In the afternoon, the setting sun shines on the water, casting a layer of golden light, and the green hills in the distance remain unchanged and full of greenery.

She moved a small bench and sat by the pond by herself, fishing in her hand, but suddenly there were many voices in her mind...

"Nian Nian... look at the setting sun across the way, it looks like a big sesame cake, is human food delicious?"

"Nian Nian, this strange old man released the fish he caught again."

"Niannian, stop fishing, let's sneak away, it's so boring here..."

"Nian Nian, shall we fight the Landlord?"

The long wind blew across the lake, the ripples slightly opened, and all the sounds in her mind disappeared again, only cicadas and birds were left in her ears, pulling her back to reality.

She pursed her lips, her breath a little low.

The person who likes to complain about Lou Chengxiao the most is not her, but 438.

Every time when fishing by the lake, 438 is always the first one who can't bear the loneliness and keeps chattering in his mind.

Whenever this time, she would fish while fighting the landlord with him in her mind for the sake of pastime.

two years.

In the past two years, the system prompt in my mind has never sounded once.

If it weren't for the progress bar of the frozen favorability value, she even suspected that this was just an illusion of hers.

Her relationship with 438 is not like the system and the host, but more like an old father raising a child.

This silly system can always lose the chain at critical moments. It is a timid and useless little crying bag, but this little crying bag will bravely stand up when she needs help.

"Nian Nian, wait for me to come back to protect you..."

438's soft and soft milk voice echoed in her mind again.

"Xiao Sanba, where are you..."

Li Qinian looked at the lake and suddenly lost interest in fishing.

She put away her fishing rod and prepared to go back to her room.

When passing by the stairs on the second floor, she paused slightly.

In the deepest part of the corridor is a red rusty iron door.

Lou Chengxiao was not at the villa this afternoon, and he even left with the housekeeper Lou.

It's 3 pm now, the servants are resting in their rooms, and there is no one in the whole villa...

Her feet seemed to be nailed to the ground.

The last time she came to the villa, she almost opened the door, but Lou Chengxiao was furious.

What is hidden behind this door...

With her fingers curled into fists, she put the fishing tools in place and walked towards the iron gate step by step.

Want to go in?

A voice yelled in her heart.

go in.

go in...

The voice in my head is getting louder.

She gently raised her arm, and her white knuckles landed on the door lock.

There was a lock on the iron door.

It wasn't any special lock, and it only took her two or three minutes to open it.

But... do you really want to open it?

The bottom line of morality has become the silk thread that ties her up, and breaking into the forbidden area of ​​the protagonist's house is not good no matter what...

But this person is Lou Chengxiao.

Lou Chengxiao, who built Killer Island with his own hands.

Thinking of the children on Killer Island, Li Qinian immediately made a decision in his heart.

She found a leftover wire in the repair room and went up to the second floor again.

After about three minutes, the door lock made a crisp click.

The iron gate opened.

Breathing slowly, she reached out and pushed the door open.

"Crunch—"

The iron gate, which had been in disrepair, protested and struggled.

The world behind the door is dark and narrow.

It took Li Qinian a while to adapt before his eyes accepted the darkness in the room.

"It's not a secret room..."

The doorway is a long corridor, stretching straight forward, and under the condition that you can't see your fingers, you can't see the end of the corridor at all.

Without any hesitation, she closed the door and walked in.

The passage was very quiet, and she could clearly hear her heartbeat and the rustling of her clothes.

In such a bad and dark environment, normal people would never have the desire to move forward, but Li Qinian's steps were regular and orderly, and the look in his eyes never changed.

After walking for about ten minutes, a faint light finally came from the other end of the passage.

Li Qinian slowed down.

At the end of the passage, there is actually a square secret room. A transparent skylight is built above the secret room. Natural light shines from the skylight, which happens to illuminate the only long table in the room.

Seeing the things on the long table clearly, her eyes moved slightly.

this is……

tablet?

The reason why she was puzzled was because there was nothing engraved on the black and red wooden sign.

No ancestry, no surname, no age.

She was able to think about the tablet because there was a small incense burner in front of the ranking.

There were three incense sticks in the censer, but none of them were lit, and the ashes filled the burner.

From the looks of it, the person who placed the memorial tablet hadn't come to clean it for a long time.

She looked down further, glanced over the censer and landed on the bottom table.

On the wide long table, there is only a small wooden fish and a small wooden mallet for knocking on the wooden fish.

The wooden fish on the table is a circle smaller than the normal size wooden fish, as if it was used by children.

The person who died was a monk?

Li Qinian's eyes were fixed on the wooden fish, she couldn't help stretching out her hand...

The touch is very delicate.

The surface of the wooden fish is polished very smooth, and it can be seen that the original owner used it a lot.

The incense burner was covered with ashes, but the wooden fish was well protected, and the surface was not covered with dust.

After getting this answer, doubts flashed in Li Qinian's eyes.

Was it Lou Chengxiao who came in to clean?

He set up a mourning hall, but he didn't clean the memorial tablets. Instead, he only cared about the wooden fish on the table. Logically speaking, shouldn't the memorial tablets be more important than the wooden fish?

She stared at Jianzhi on the table, her heart moved, she couldn't help but put it in her hands, and gently pressed:

"Boom—"

The crisp and clean sound of wooden fish sounded.

It was obviously a pleasant sound of a wooden fish, but it hit her heart like a thunderbolt!

Suddenly, it was as if a stone weighing several thousand catties was pressed against her chest, making her suffocated and breathless.

Why is she so uncomfortable...

Her facial features were twisted together, her black eyes fixed on the wooden fish in her hand.

Why?

"Boom—boom—boom—"

She seemed to hear more wooden fish sounds.

The wooden mallet used to knock wooden fish, the proper noun is Qianzhi.