A Useless Person's Rise to Power: The Demon King's Addiction to Pampering

Feng Lingfu muttered a sentence in a low voice, glared at Feng Jiutian, and then left with Feng Xiangyu.

Feng Jiutian lazily raised his eyes, yawned, turned around, closed the door, and went straight to bed to sleep.

The matter of the old man was considered closed, but Feng Jiutian could not forget what happened during the talent test and kept thinking about it.

Feng Jiutian turned over, but still couldn't fall asleep. He sat up and called out to Qingzhi.

When Qingzhi saw the large entourage of Feng Xiangyu and Feng Lingfu, she thought her young mistress had been frightened, so she ran over.

Where did my mother live before?

Feng Jiutian looked at Qingzhi, who was panting heavily, and asked.

"Madam?" Qingzhi was taken aback, seemingly not quite understanding why Feng Jiutian would suddenly ask this question.

However, she quickly replied, "I heard from the old nanny that the lady originally lived in the desolate Xiaoxiang Garden in the East Garden."

"Xiaoxiang Garden?" Feng Jiutian repeated it several times, his eyes gleaming. "Come on, take me there!"

Feng Jiutian doesn't have many memories of this mother.

It was only said that after the original owner was born, she ran off with another man. Feng Xiangyu was furious, and Xiaoxiang Garden was sealed off from then on.

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Because Minnan Xiaozhu was too remote, it took quite a while to get to Xiaoxiang Garden. By the time we arrived at Xiaoxiang Garden, it was already dark.

"Miss, it's already so late, are we really going to go in? Perhaps we should come back tomorrow..."

Looking at the dilapidated and abandoned Xiaoxiang Garden, Qingzhi felt a little scared.

I heard that when the lady was alive, she loved bamboo very much, and there was a large bamboo grove planted outside Xiaoxiang Garden, which looked quite eerie at night.

"If you're scared, stay outside."

Feng Jiutian glanced at Qingzhi, whose body was trembling slightly, and walked past her into Xiaoxiang Garden.

As soon as the dilapidated wooden door was pushed open, a creaking sound came out abruptly in the night.

Feng Jiutian kicked aside the branches at his feet and, taking advantage of the dim light, carefully surveyed the courtyard.

It's clear that the courtyard is very well-arranged.

If it weren't for the dust that had settled there and the lack of cleaning, it wouldn't be in its current dilapidated state.

After observing the layout, Feng Jiutian went straight into the main room.

After waving away the spider web, Feng Jiutian walked around the room and then subconsciously walked to the bedside.

The entire room was covered in dust, but strangely enough, the bed was spotless!

Soon, a dark glint flashed in her eyes.

Feng Jiutian wiped the dust off the bedside with a handkerchief, then reached out and carefully touched it inch by inch. Sure enough, there was a protrusion in the eye of the bird carved on the headboard.

I pressed down hard, but there was no movement for a long time.

Just as Feng Jiutian was wondering, a silver needle suddenly shot out from the bird's eye, and Feng Jiutian's finger was cut and bled when she was not paying attention.

Feng Jiutian looked down at her finger; the blood flowing out was red, so it seemed the silver needle wasn't poisoned.

At that moment, the eyes of the bird by the bedside suddenly emitted a faint light.

Feng Jiutian narrowed his eyes, reached out and pressed the bird's eye, then immediately withdrew his hand to prevent what had just happened from repeating itself.

A mechanical clicking sound rang out.

Feng Jiutian became alert and noticed that the bird's eyes were slowly sinking downwards.

Then, the stone slab she was standing on suddenly began to move to the sides.