Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Now looking at the bottom of the bed, he suddenly realized that the strange thing was half a line of words, which when combined with the bed, was complete.

"Who is so wicked as to let...the child sleep?" Wenshui was also extremely annoyed at this moment.

Although I am not superstitious, this kind of thing is not a good sign.

"At first, Yijue and Yichu lived here and felt very uncomfortable. The dragon and phoenix connected by blood appeared and almost killed them. I'm afraid it was closely related to this nanmu." Xiao Mohan's voice was slightly cold, and there was a chill.

He was exuding a coldness that would freeze the world three feet apart.

"Fuck." Wenshui listened and said nothing.

He turned around and picked up Xiao Yichu and Xiao Yiyan, took a few steps back, turned and walked out, and said, "I just said that when they were so young, they got sick for no reason and almost died."

"It turns out it's related. Han, let's find someone to burn it." Wenshui said. He was so anxious that he kicked it over.

Wen Shui kicked them twice, retracted their feet in pain, and said embarrassedly: "I will carry them out first."

"Yijue, follow Uncle Wen out." Xiao Mohan said in a deep voice. Xiao Yijue stood beside him, looked up at him, and then turned and left.

Watching them leave, Xiao Mohan closed the door, took a dagger, slit his fingertips, squeezed out the blood, and dripped it onto the bed.

Thousand-year-old nanmu was originally a good thing.

But it was integrated with the coffin and turned into a child's crib. Xiao Mohan even suspected that there was something strange about the bed.

"Han, what are you doing?" Wenshui carried the child to the guest room, then came back. When he saw Xiao Mohan holding a dagger and scratching his hand, he wanted to grab the dagger.

But he saw that the bed was stained with blood, and something was crawling inexplicably.

"Qian, what is this?" Wenshui came closer and saw something crawling.

Xiao Mo stared coldly, his silent black eyes filled with coldness, and he said coldly: "I didn't expect that the so-called curse of the Xiao family actually started from them."

He said, took out his handkerchief and wiped his fingers, then turned and walked out.

"Han, do you suspect that every curse in the Xiao family is caused by these things?" Wenshui raised his heels and asked.

Xiao Mohan remained silent and picked up his cell phone to make a call.

He and Wenshui stood on the balcony, both silent, obviously feeling very heavy.

"Ring" Xiao Mohan's phone vibrated, and he answered the call.

After a long time, Xiao Mohan hung up the phone, turned to look at Wenshui, held the phone harder, and said in a deep voice: "The carpenter is dead."

"A year ago." Xiao Mohan said.

Wenshui opened his mouth wide and said in disbelief: "Died a year ago? This bed was clearly ordered less than a year ago."

"The triplets are not even one year old yet. That means that the carpenter died before ordering this bed? And someone used his name to deliver this bed?" Wenshui asked.

He punched the railing, stamped his feet angrily and said, "Damn it, who dares to be so bold?"

"Wenshui, please check them carefully to see if there are any abnormalities in their bodies. I will never let the so-called curse continue to happen to them." Xiao Mohan said in a deep voice.

The Xiao family curse is a poison that controls the hand meridians of the body.

This kind of poison is instilled into the body since childhood, causing it to be absorbed since childhood. It becomes dependent on certain parts of the body, which leads to illness.

"I'm going now," Wenshui said, turning around to leave.

But he was pulled by Xiao Mohan. He looked at Wenshui and said, "The poison on Hei's body is not simple. Although Yao Shengming was arrested, he probably doesn't know much."