Oh my god, this is a bolt from the blue! A true heiress of metaphysics!

Afterwards, Shi Xiaxia went to a corner and waited quietly for a while.

Sure enough, a short while later, Zhao Wu and Su Zhizhi walked out of the courtyard, arm in arm, and returned to their room.

After confirming that they had left, Shi Xiaxia went back into the courtyard.

She carefully set up the formation and cleverly concealed it using talismans.

Once everything was ready, she left the courtyard satisfied and returned to her room.

Time flew by, and soon it was evening.

At this time, the streets outside became unusually lively, with half of the guesthouse guests out sightseeing.

Meanwhile, several other people had already returned to the courtyard and were enjoying a relaxing soak in the hot springs.

Shi Xiaxia chose a spot with a wide view to sit down, where she could clearly observe everything happening inside the building, as well as the people soaking in the hot spring in the courtyard.

Song Wude was having a pleasant conversation with one of the middle-aged passengers.

At this age, the topics this middle-aged man talks about most are nothing more than family and work.

Through their conversation, Shi Xiaxia learned that the middle-aged man had a son and a daughter, and his family life was happy and fulfilling.

He came here mainly to handle work matters. After the matter was settled, he used public funds to stay here for two days to relax and rest.

Then, Shi Xiaxia joined their conversation, smiling as she looked at Song Wude and said, "Boss, you're not young anymore, where are your wife and children?!"

"Yup!"

The middle-aged traveler also looked puzzled: "You run a guesthouse here, so your wife and children must be here, right?"

Song Wude's eyes unconsciously darted elsewhere, a hint of guilt showing on his face.

Then, he gave a bitter smile and sighed, saying, "Alas, perhaps this is my fate! My wife and I have been married for many years, but we have never been able to have a child."

Because of this, she was depressed all the time. As for me, I thought it was fine not to have children, so I took her on a trip to help her relax and clear her mind.

Who would have thought that my wife would have an accident on the way!

At this point, Song Wude slowly lowered his eyes and continued without changing his expression: "Since then, I really don't want to go back to that place full of painful memories."

So I sold all my possessions, came here alone, and opened this bed and breakfast. Since then, I've never had the thought of starting a new family.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged passenger looked regretful and said with emotion, "Boss, you are truly a sentimental person."

Song Wude simply shook his head slightly and did not say anything more.

Then, as if trying to change the subject, he brought up other things and chatted warmly with the middle-aged passenger.

Shi Xiaxia, on the other hand, kept her eyes fixed on Song Wude the whole time.

Just as he mentioned his wife, he subconsciously raised his hand and touched his neck.

As Song Wude spoke, Shi Xiaxia noticed a pendant around his neck.

Could this pendant be connected to his wife?!

However, Shi Xiaxia felt that it was unlikely.

Based on Song Wude's facial features, it can be inferred that he murdered his wife, and afterwards, he received a windfall.

If nothing unexpected happens, he probably murdered his wife to collect insurance money.

Logically speaking, Song Wude should have cleaned up all the items related to his wife.

Otherwise, every time he sees her, he will recall memories of his wife, so the thing he wears around his neck is definitely not his wife's, but it is related to her.

As for why they don't throw it away, it's probably because they want to but can't!

Song Wude noticed Shi Xiaxia's strange gaze and seemed a little uncomfortable. He subconsciously turned around and faced away from Shi Xiaxia.

This reaction further reinforced Shi Xiaxia's thoughts.

As time passed and night fell, the tenants who had gone out for sightseeing returned one after another, bringing their belongings to enjoy the hot springs.

Su Zhizhi and Zhao Wu were among them, along with a young couple.

Judging from the way the boy looks at the girl, he has a deep affection for her, but it seems he hasn't expressed it yet.

The four of them chose a pool and began to enjoy the hot spring.

They chatted and laughed as if the conversation between Su Zhizhi and Zhao Wu had never happened.

Shi Xiaxia observed everyone discreetly, without joining their conversation.

As time went by, Shi Xiaxia noticed that the ghostly and spirit auras were getting stronger and stronger.

She turned to look at Song Wude and was surprised to find that a strong yin energy was emanating from his chest.

This yin energy made the surrounding air feel cold and damp.

"Why is it suddenly so cold?" Su Zhizhi hugged her arms tightly and couldn't help but shiver.

"Then let's go back."

The girl traveling with me smiled and suggested, "We're going to Baishui Mountain in a couple of days. It would be such a shame if we couldn't go because we're sick."

"Okay." Su Zhizhi nodded: "Then let's all go back, and then we'll play games together."

After saying that, the four of them walked out of the hot spring pool and prepared to return to their respective rooms.

Just as the four were about to leave, one of the tourists suddenly asked, "Is the Baishui Mountain you're going to the one with the thousand-year-old banyan tree?"

"Yup!"

Su Zhizhi turned her head and answered with a smile, "It's that Baishui Mountain. We heard that the Baishui Banyan tree there is very effective, so we want to go and pray to it."

The middle-aged passenger couldn't help but laugh: "You young people actually believe in this kind of thing?"

"I wouldn't say I believe it." Su Zhizhi waved her hand with a smile, her eyebrows curving and her lips curving upward, revealing two cute little dimples.

After the four left, the remaining people continued chatting, their topics revolving around trivial matters of life and work experiences, in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.

Shi Xiaxia's gaze was subtly fixed on Song Wude, observing his every move.

As time went by, the yin energy emanating from Song Wude grew stronger and stronger, as if the surrounding air was enveloped by this chilling aura.

The others gradually felt the chill, and they unconsciously rubbed their arms, saying, "Isn't it supposed to be this cold at night? Is it going to rain?"

Upon hearing these words, Song Wude's expression turned slightly awkward. He tried to conceal his unease, but he couldn't completely hide his inner fear.

"Giggle giggle..." A soft baby laugh came from Song Wude.

The voice was crisp yet eerie, like a call from the netherworld.