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The rest was a small intestine path paved only for two people, and there were bushes around it, and the vehicle could not enter at all.

The driver of the Su family stopped the car, rubbed a layer of cold particles on his arm, and turned around and asked, "Miss, it's here."

This Mr. Jiang is really a weirdo! He has a wealth of wealth, and he can choose the entire building in Shanghai. However, he has to live in such an old house that I do n’t know how many years old and how many people have died.

Just driving through this long and narrow forest, he felt a chill flow from the bottom of the foot all the way to the heavenly cover, as if something invisible by the ear was blowing him.

Alas--

He shuddered, shaking his lips, "Miss, shall we go back? Mr. Jiang, he really lives here? I haven't heard of the small one, and there is no personal shadow in this place, with a ghost It looks like home ... "

"Okay," Su Kui interrupted him, pushed the door to get off, and said, "Go back first and tell my father not to worry about my safety."

After all, he shook the door of the car, turned around and walked down the asphalt road, stepped on the stone path, and walked towards the old house with a gloomy look.

The surrounding water gurgled, surrounding the house, and the humidity was even worse.

The driver was so shocked that he jumped out of the car and shouted a few words. He watched Su Kui without a shadow. He decided to wait in the car for half an hour. If there was no one in the house, he would take the lady back. .

Although this place is murky and scary, he holds the salary of the Su family. If something goes wrong with Su Shuai's palm, his family can't afford it.

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Su Kui came out in a hurry, wearing only a lotus-green dark cheongsam and a lotus-colored waistcoat outside. A bunch of letters sent by Jiang Liao were all taken by her in her hand. She also blamed the body for being too weak and stepping on the middle heel leather shoes. When he walked to the door of the old house, his calf was sour.

She changed the letter in her hand and raised her hand to buckle the copper ring on the door.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk--"

After a few sounds, Su Kui waited quietly for a moment, but nobody answered behind the door. She raised her eyebrows, Jiang Litong wouldn't give her the wrong address, so what's the matter now?

Or his own quirks have also infected the people in the house? Dive into the shallows, travel alone?

Knocked a few more times, still no one. She pressed her lips gently and the door opened with a creak.

Su Kui was stunned, and Jiang Libao had such an identity, and there must have been many enemies. Unexpectedly, he was so big that he didn't even look for a janitor, he didn't know if he was too conceited, or didn't care about life or death at all.

Pushing the door and stepping into the threshold, Su Kui saw that there was a rocking chair outside the porter's door, only to realize that there was still a guard in the house.

It ’s just this guard—

A piece of silver silk, a wavy waist, skin like an old bark dying from water loss, dressed in a silver-gray gown, covered with a black gown, and crooked on the recliner to take a nap.

Just before Su Kui knocked on the door, the movement was so big, but looking at the old man's appearance, the little pitiful sunshine above his head still rested peacefully, dozing off.

Su Kui smiled slightly, without disturbing, and walked past the old man with light hands and feet.

This house was at least an official's house during the monarchy. Inside the pavilion, the winding path leads to the quiet. Although for historical reasons, these buildings are covered with an old veil.