Chapter 333 Return to Yesterday 14
The things happening in the Song family are really too weird. It might be okay if it happens once or twice.
How many times has this happened today?
Moreover, several children who were brought here by several families have now gone to unknown places.
It is said that they searched for a whole day but didn't see anyone.
No one dared to stay in a place like this for too long.
They all left the Song family quickly, either by car or by taxi.
Gradually, only a few guests who could not sit down or had to leave stayed at the Song family's house.
But they all stayed in their own rooms well-behaved.
Lingyao and the others were naturally still there, and in such an atmosphere, Lingyao actually played chess with Song Huaian.
At the beginning, Lingyao was playing very seriously, but later she noticed that Song Huaian pursed his thin lips slightly after she won.
Then he began to secretly let him take two steps at a time.
Lingyao herself was almost moved.
She is so kind to baby Caishen.
Thinking back to when she played chess with the Immortal Emperor, she didn't give in at all, and that made the Immortal Emperor so angry that he blew his beard and glared.
But there was nothing we could do about her.
After all, she is immortal and the sharpest knife in the Three Realms.
In the end, they could only find an excuse to fine her, although Lingyao never paid it back.
Lingyao's thoughts drifted away.
When she came to her senses, she found that Song Huaian had picked up the chess piece that she had just deliberately put under the water and put it in her chess box.
Her thin lips were pursed even tighter than before.
Lingyao glanced at Song Huaian, not understanding what the God of Wealth was doing.
Put the chess piece back to its previous position.
However, it was quickly picked up by Song Huaian.
He raised his dark eyebrows and looked at Lingyao.
A very mature expression appeared on the boy's face, with his brows slightly furrowed.
"Don't let me."
Okay, that's clear.
Although he is small, he is not easy to deceive.
What to do? Lingyao had to use all her strength.
Seeing that Lingyao was no longer distracted and was playing with him well, he did not let him off.
The boy's thin lips sank a little deeper into his cheek.
But the smile was barely noticeable.
Dong Mao, who had been watching from the side, suddenly clenched his fist to his lips and chuckled.
His eyes fell on Lingyao's pure and cold face, who was looking at the chess piece seriously.
This Lingyao tasker is mysterious and powerful, but sometimes he seems quite cute.
Fortunately, nothing strange happened after that.
It allowed the few people who were just tense to relax a little.
Dark clouds floated in the night sky and swallowed up all the white clouds. Finally, not a drop of white was left in the sky, which was completely occupied by black clouds.
Dong Mao told Lingyao the plan.
Lingyao did not express her opinion, although she was not going to use the method Dong Mao suggested to take advantage of Song Huaian's trust in her to sneak into the mourning hall.
Because Lingyao thinks it is unnecessary.
She can go in by herself.
The clock struck twelve at midnight.
The few people left in the house all abided by the rules and stayed in their rooms.
Although Dong Mao and his companions could not go in.
But they asked Song Qinghe for the rooms closest to Song Jia Lingyao.
No one dared to live in these rooms.
In addition, Dong Mao and his companions had saved them many times, so Song Qinghe naturally had no objection.
He even sent someone to clean the room where Dong Mao and his companions lived again.
The warm and respectful reception was much better than the wariness I had when I first met those people.
Especially for Lingyao, he even arranged Lingyao in the best room in the Song family, which was different from the other people.
Song Huaian was kneeling in the mourning hall, and his aunt who was kneeling in front of him was muttering something from time to time.
The speech was so fast and unclear that Song Huaian couldn't hear it clearly.
He felt the vast and boundless darkness alone.
The dark eyes were almost hidden in the pitch-black darkness.
The half-open window was blown against the wall by the wind, making a loud bang.
It seemed a little scary in the silent room.
A gust of wind blew by, and Song Qinghe couldn't help but hug her arms and rub them, shivering with cold.
After the wind passed, the only two candles in the room went out with a bang.
Song Qinghe exclaimed, "Huaian, are you there? Don't be afraid, your aunt is here."
Song Huaian's eyelashes paused for a moment, and he responded faintly.
"Don't move. I'll go light the candle again." As her voice rang out, there was the sound of clothes rubbing against each other and footsteps.
But before Song Qinghe lit the candle, Song Huaian felt something in the air suddenly hammering towards him.
The wind rushed towards him as the other party moved.
Song Huaian dodged to the side, clenched his fingers and tensed his forehead, waiting for the other party's next move.
However, only a few muffled groans and the sound of flesh hitting bones were heard in the air, and then there was no more movement.
"What's that sound? Huai'an, are you okay?" Song Qinghe finally lit the candle.
Then, in the dim candlelight, she saw Lingyao standing behind Song Huaian and looking at her coldly.
Lingyao pushed the person she was holding to the ground as easily as throwing away some garbage.
The voice was neither hurried nor slow: "Are you still going to pretend, Miss Song?"
Song Qinghe looked at her with a look of horror and confusion: "Ms. Ling, I don't know what you are talking about?"
With a click, the lights in the house came on.
Dong Mao stood by the door and looked at the people in the center.
"Now that we've come to this, there's no need for any rituals. After all, this isn't a wake ceremony, it's a killing ceremony."
Seeing Dong Mao and Zhu Zhenzhen, Sun Heng and others standing behind him, the fear and confusion on Song Qinghe's face gradually subsided.
Finally, that beautiful face revealed her true cold nature.
She chuckled, "I didn't expect that you would find out."
Dong Mao also laughed and said, "That's right, it's hard for Miss Song to personally have someone clean the room for us, but the incense in the room will be wasted."
"I didn't realize you had such a capability." Song Qinghe looked at them with disgust in her eyes.
He looked at Lingyao with a little more fear.
In fact, Dong Mao almost forgot about Song Qinghe at the beginning.
After all, Song Qinghe was present at almost every accident, and as Song Huaian's aunt, she seemed to be the only person at the entire banquet who was truly kind to Song Huaian.
Until Lingyao told the three of them not to stay in the room prepared by Song Qinghe any longer.
After a slight confusion, he soon realized that something was wrong.
Why is Song Qinghe almost always present when something happens?
Moreover, these accidents did not actually cause serious consequences such as death.
At most you'll get hurt.
The purpose of the other party making so many noises was not actually to actually take action.
Instead, he wanted to scare away the many guests.
After everyone has left, it will be much easier to take action.
But Dong Mao didn't understand Song Qinghe's motives for doing these things.
Because of the shares? According to what he understood, Song Qinghe never attended the company's meetings.
Moreover, she knew nothing about management, and almost all the company affairs were handled by her husband Zhang Jianguo.
That is why Dong Mao listed Song Qinghe's husband Zhang Jianguo as a key suspect.