Infinite flow: I have a trick! I have a trick for fighting ghosts

"Nanyu, you also read history?" Shangguan Qingye widened his eyes, his voice full of excitement.

Nan Yu nodded slightly, his expression calm yet with a subtle complexity.

He not only reads history, he also traveled through time from the Chinese era.

As for the history before China, it is something that everyone learns since childhood.

Therefore, Nanyu's understanding of history is certainly a hundred times clearer than Shangguan Qingye's.

His heart carries the memories of that era, and the picture of history slowly unfolds in his mind, with every detail extremely clear.

But what era did the things in this box belong to? Nanyu pondered silently in his heart.

Can we really determine the era to which a story belongs based solely on a love knot and the concept of favoring boys over girls?

"Is this Qiao Yang the young master of the Qiao family?" Jia Li, standing aside, suddenly asked.

When everyone heard it, they immediately felt that it made sense.

Which young master could be so talented? He must have spent money to go to school.

I just don’t know which young master of the Qiao family this is.

"Hey, do you still remember that weird story about the Qiao family that Sun Gou'er told you?"

Li Mingjie suddenly spoke. His voice broke everyone's contemplation, bringing their thoughts back to the time when it rained just now.

The story told by Sun Gou'er now emerged clearly in everyone's mind.

"Isn't this too similar? The young master married a beautiful wife, but she couldn't have children. In the end, she was bullied to death by many people. Isn't this about the woman in the diary?"

"So the eldest young master is Qiao Yang." Shangguan Qingye said in shock.

"It turns out that knowing a person's face but not his heart is a sadomasochistic thing. No man is a good thing. He abandons his wife just for a child. How affectionate of him." Jiali sneered.

"Hey, don't say that. What if there is some hidden secret?" Li Mingjie retorted.

"The eldest young master is so talented, he must know the consequences of feudal society's erroneous ideology of favoring sons over daughters. But why didn't he tell his parents that having a boy or a girl is the same?"

"Or is it that beneath the surface of Qiao Yang's radiant and loving wife lies a twisted person?"

Wang Jiaxue on the side seemed to say something incredible.

With a "pop", the red light on the fourth floor disappeared instantly, and the entire villa was plunged into pitch darkness.

The sudden darkness startled everyone.

"Damn, what's going on?" Shangguan Qingye said hurriedly, his voice full of panic and anxiety.

"It's not that I feel like this is a bit like an escape room... cough."

Li Mingjie touched his nose. There was a hint of sarcasm in his words, but he couldn't hide his inner nervousness.

"Wen Zishang, how are you?" Nanyu called softly.

"It's okay." Wen Zishang replied, then walked towards the crowd.

Li Mingjie looked in the direction of Wen Zishang and activated "Perspective".

From Li Mingjie's perspective, the vase girl in the bottle had two bloody tears in her dark eye sockets, which dyed the blush on her cheeks black.

The vase girl looked like she was both scared and excited, which left Li Mingjie puzzled.

When Wen Zishang approached, everyone huddled together, alert to everything around them.

The fountain was still gurgling, and the crisp sound of water seemed particularly abrupt in the silent darkness.

The next moment, a red light appeared in the corridor on the second floor of the house, and everyone looked there.

There were two people standing in the corridor on the second floor, a man and a woman.

The woman was wearing a red dress similar to that worn by women in the Qing Dynasty, had a hairstyle similar to that of women in the Qing Dynasty, and had a pretty face, very much like the wife in Qiao Yang's diary.

Standing next to the woman was a man wearing a suit from the Republic of China period, gold-framed glasses, and a gentle and elegant demeanor. That must be Qiao Yang.

"I...what era is this clothing from?"

Li Mingjie spoke in a low voice, Shangguan Qingye pondered the history in his mind, trying to find the answer.

"Clothing from modern China." Nanyu answered everyone's questions.

Qiao Yang upstairs gently touched the woman's head, his voice low and doting, as if it could melt people's hearts.

"Sisi, this is for you. I made it myself. You will look very beautiful when you wear it."

His eyes were full of love, and in his hand he held a beautifully crafted peach wood hairpin. The delicate patterns and exquisite carvings all showed his care.

Qiao Yang gently inserted the peach wood hairpin into the hair of the woman named Sisi, his movements as gentle as if he was protecting a rare treasure.

Sisi is naturally beautiful, and she is even more breathtakingly beautiful when she wears the hairpin.

Her face, illuminated by the red light, looked like a beautiful painting.

The delicate facial features, fair skin, and the peach wood hairpin exude a classic and charming temperament.

She lowered her head slightly and smiled shyly. The beauty of that moment seemed to make time stand still.

"Damn, is this woman the taboo that the skull mentioned?"

Li Mingjie spoke in a low voice, his voice full of shock and confusion.

The red light disappeared again, and then appeared on the sandalwood table where books were placed. Something strange and terrifying happened.

Qiao Yang was actually pressed down on the sandalwood table by his wife Sisi.

Sisi was still wearing red clothes and a peach wood hairpin on her head. Her beautiful appearance formed a sharp contrast with the cruelty at the moment.

She held a boning knife in her hand, and the next moment, under the puzzled, stunned and shocked gazes of everyone, she chopped it down.

Qiao Yang let out a painful roar, and the sound echoed in the silent space, making people shudder.

Qiao Yang's head was chopped off.

She held Qiao Yang's head, which was rolling on the sandalwood table, in her arms, and blood instantly soaked her red clothes.

At this moment, Sisi was crying and laughing, so beautiful that it made people feel scared and their hair stood on end.

"Having a wife like this, what can a husband ask for?"

Sisi held the head with its eyes open and repeated these words blankly.

Her voice was hollow and desolate, as if it came from endless despair.

Seeing this, Li Mingjie dared not look any further. He lowered his head and looked at his toes, his heart filled with fear.

He was scared. The skeleton had said that anyone who said the name would bring disaster. He had the ability to see through things, but he was still looking directly at people. If they saw him, he would be dead.

Sisi glanced around the Qiao residence, her cold gaze seeming to be able to penetrate all the darkness and fog.

Under the cover of this gaze, everyone dared not breathe, and their hearts seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand.

Her gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the darkness and see everyone clearly, which made everyone feel an unprecedented fear and uneasiness.

Fortunately, her gaze only lingered for a moment before she looked away. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but the tense atmosphere still lingered.

Sisi placed Qiao Yang's head on the sandalwood table. The head with its eyes still open and the exquisite sandalwood table formed a strange and terrifying picture.

Then she dug out Qiao Yang's heart and ate it piece by piece.

Nanyu was very familiar with this operation because he had eaten his brother in the same way.