Chapter 305 Returning Home

Zheng Xun was walking on the way to the mansion.

Xu Xi's phone was still connected, and he asked Zheng Xun what the fake agent said.

"He asked a lot, but I didn't answer any key questions."

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Zheng Xun never liked to talk too much about his personal affairs to outsiders, he didn't have such a strong desire to share.

"But he suggested that I add people to the guild, but I refused."

"He probably wanted to add 'his own people', and it was right to refuse."

"Yeah."

Zheng Xun's voice was listless and a little listless. Xu Xi told him to have a good rest after returning, and the agent's matter was not urgent. He would contact the other party and do it two days later, so it would be in time.

Zheng Xun responded, hung up the phone, and the gate of the mansion was just a few steps away.

The modeling lights at the door lit up dimly. No matter what the weather was like outside, it was always damp and cold on the slope.

Along the way, a lot of water droplets hung on his hair. Zheng Xun shook his head, went up the steps, and knocked on the door.

Before his hand fell on the door panel, the door creaked open.

It was pitch black inside the door, dead silent and peaceful.

Like a haunted house.

Zheng Xun walked into the haunted house calmly and changed his shoes in the dark. Behind him, the door closed again, and the light of the candle lit up in the air.

At first glance, the candlestick seemed to float in the air.

With the light of the candlestick, it was slightly brighter. Zheng Xun squatted down and untied his shoelaces.

There was a rustling sound above his head, as if something was crawling. The black hair hung down, and the tail of the hair fell on the top of Zheng Xun's head.

A pale arm stretched down, and the long nails were about to touch Zheng Xun's head.

"Yiyuan, Sister Nan, I'm back."

With a snap, the lights in the hallway were turned on, and everything around lit up.

He Yiyuan, wearing a black suit, stood two steps away holding a candlestick. Nanqiang, who was standing above him, turned over nimbly and landed on the ground. She was wearing a white skirt and black hair, and looked at Zheng Xun with a smile.

This was the first time Zheng Xun and Nanqiang had officially met. It didn't count because he hadn't seen her face clearly before.

Nanqiang looked pretty. Except for her skin, which was pale and pale, which was impossible for a living person, everything about her looked the same as a normal person.

No ferocious expression, no bloody face.

But...

She had a red lanyard hanging around her neck, and a small mobile phone was tied underneath. The lock screen of the mobile phone lit up, with a cold room, a flashlight on, and Nanqiang's gloomy face illuminated by the light.

—— A terrifying selfie from Sister Nan.

"Hello, Sister Nan."

Zheng Xun greeted her.

Sister Nan suddenly lowered her head, which surprised Zheng Xun. Her fingers clattered on the keyboard on the screen, and then the phone automatically played a voice message.

... It was still a macho voice.

"Hello! Zheng Xun!!"

The voice was so majestic that it seemed to disperse a lot of the negative energy in the mansion.

Zheng Xun's mouth twitched.

Nanqiang took back the phone, fiddled with it, and typed a few more words.

"I am Nanqiang."

This time it was a cute girl's voice.

"..."

As long as she is happy.

Nanqiang should not be able to speak, and can only communicate with others by typing and automatically playing voice.

Zheng Xun scratched his head, which was not quite what he imagined.

"You have worked hard, Zheng Xun, change your clothes and come to eat."

Yiyuan had prepared the food long ago. I don't know when it was ready, but when Zheng Xun sat at the table, it was still steaming.

Zheng Xun sat first, Yiyuan followed, and Nanqiang... Her way of moving was very special, as if she had no feet, and she slid over.

After sitting down, she folded her arms on the table and waited lazily.

The headless housekeeper, the long-haired female ghost, and the person.

A warm dinner.

Zheng Xun held the chopsticks and started eating. Although Yiyuan was eating, Zheng Xun glanced at the rice in the other person's bowl, which disappeared and was replenished, an invalid eating action.

As for Nanqiang, she was probably full from the takeaway and had no interest in the main meal. She kept poking the small tomatoes in the round plate with chopsticks, making it roll.

Yiyuan put down his chopsticks first and asked Zheng Xun how the copy was this time.

"Well," Zheng Xun puffed up his cheeks, chewed a few mouthfuls, swallowed the food, and then replied to Yiyuan, "It's okay. By the way, can't you see the live broadcast in the mansion?"

"What we see may not be consistent with what you experience."

Yiyuan poured a cup of green tea and placed it next to Zheng Xun, and said something meaningful at the same time.

"Hmm? Hmm..." Zheng Xun didn't think much, "Indeed. Yiyuan, I have something to ask you."

"Let's eat first, and then tell me in detail after eating."

"Okay."

Zheng Xun nodded.

Eating is important.

About half an hour later, Zheng Xun finished his meal and got up.

"I'll help you wash the dishes... ok?"

He looked up again and found that all the empty plates and cups on the table had been cleaned up, and neatly stacked on the tableware rack, with water droplets still hanging on the surface.

Yiyuan's magic.

I have to say, it's really convenient.

Nanqiang yawned. She didn't like to stay under the light for too long, it was bad for her skin.

She waved to Zheng Xun and pointed to the corridor outside. Zheng Xun nodded.

"Good night, Sister Nan."

He really understood what Nanqiang meant.

Nanqiang slid to the kitchen door like a boneless person, sank into the darkness, and walked along the dark wall.

Zheng Xun turned around, and Yiyuan's hands had a tray with a teapot and snacks on it.

"Let's talk on the first floor."

Zheng Xun came to Yiyuan's room again. It seemed that they always talked about important things here.

The top shelf of the mahogany bookshelf was replaced with a batch of new books, still history and romance novels.

There was also an open book on the small coffee table next to the sofa chair, upside down, with the cover facing up.

Zheng Xun glanced at it.

This time it was "Wuthering Heights".

Yiyuan put the book back on the bookshelf, and put the teapot and snacks on the coffee table. The tray had been changed by him.

He poured a cup of tea for Zheng Xun, and then for himself.

The two of them each occupied a sofa chair. There was only a table lamp in the room.

Yiyuan unbuttoned the bottom button of his suit, his hands naturally fell on the armrests, and his right leg rested on his left leg.

Compared with the elegant Yiyuan, Zheng Xun, who was spread out like a pancake, was very unruly.

Zheng Xun did whatever he felt comfortable with. He didn't want to drink tea, fearing that he would become more energetic the more he drank, and stare until dawn.

So he ate snacks, one piece after another.

Yiyuan noticed carefully and asked him if he wanted to drink something else. Zheng Xun shook his head.

"We talked about things here last time."

"Yes."

"But I didn't get a lot of useful information.

Yiyuan, I went through another big copy and got a lot of clues that seemed crucial. The clues were messy and I couldn't string them together.

I need your help. How much can you tell me this time?"

Like last time, Yiyuan was still rational.

"Zheng Xun, it depends on the questions you ask."

Zheng Xun was a little depressed.

Yiyuan looked considerate, but for some reason, even he felt a little alienated when he was with the other party.

Is it because... his identity is actually the rational Ten Yuan?

Forget it, ask first.

Zheng Xun began to ask questions.