After rebirth, the little junior sister’s salty life

Night fell quietly, and the ink-black night enveloped the earth, as if a huge black curtain covered everything. Only the curved moon hung in the sky, emitting a faint and cold light.

At this quiet moment, there was a slight sound of the door opening suddenly, breaking the tranquility of the night. In Ye Zhao and Zhuo Yi's room, a figure slowly walked out. The figure looked a little sneaky, walking cautiously, as if he was afraid of being discovered.

He looked around and carefully observed the movement around him. After making sure that there was no one else, he tiptoed toward the door. When he stepped out of the door, his steps were lighter, as if he was afraid of waking up something. Then, the figure quietly left the yard.

However, after he left, Ouyang Jingjing, who was originally lying on the bed, opened her eyes. She looked at the sleeping little girl next to her and said softly: "I'll follow over and have a look." After that, she gently got out of bed and put on her shoes, trying not to make any noise.

The little girl on the side didn't seem to be completely asleep, and responded softly: "Okay, don't alert the snake."

Obviously, they had already noticed the mysterious figure's actions.

Ouyang Jingjing nodded to express her understanding. She walked to the door, opened it carefully, then quickly stepped out and closed the door behind her. The darkness outside the door made her feel a little excited. She suddenly thought of the experience of scaring people a few days ago, and she couldn't help but have an idea. But she still took a deep breath, expressed her inner excitement, and quietly left towards that figure. The direction caught up.

Just after taking a few steps, she heard the sound of the door opening again, followed immediately by the sound of the door closing. Although the sound was not loud, it was extremely clear in this silent night. Ouyang Jingjing's heart moved and she carefully hid it in the darkness. When that person left, he quickened his pace, wanting to catch up with her as soon as possible.

Ye Zhao came to the door of Zhuo Mansion with an uneasy mood, thinking to himself: "This place has been destroyed, so it must be a sparsely populated place." As expected, the door of the mansion was not locked, as if he was waiting specially. His arrival.

He opened the door gently, fearing that a sound would break the deathly silence. After entering the courtyard, he slowly turned around and closed the door, as if he was worried about disturbing some unknown existence.

The sight before him made him feel sad. The once bustling courtyard was now deserted. The rockery pool was in dilapidated condition, the bonsai flowers were all withered, and the trees that had been carefully trimmed fell to the ground in random directions, and some were even cut in half. There were mottled blood stains on the wall, which had long since dried and solidified, giving off a creepy aura.

Although he was full of fear, Ye Zhao still mustered up the courage to step into the hospital. He randomly selected a room and reached out to push open the shaky door. The room was pitch dark, and it was hard to see anything. It reminded people of scenes from horror movies.

Because he was once deprived of martial arts, although he has now regained some training, he has not yet recovered to the point where he can see things clearly in the dark. Facing this endless darkness, Ye Zhao felt helpless and panicked. However, he knew that he had to face it bravely, so he took a deep breath and groped forward.

He gently opened the door and walked out of the room with light steps. Then, he walked cautiously towards other rooms, secretly praying for good luck. Sure enough, God seemed to hear his voice. This time, the room he was looking for turned out to be the room of the head of the Zhuo family.

After entering the room, he found that although it still looked dilapidated, it was better than the previous room. So he began to look around carefully, looking here and there, trying to find a place where the treasure might be hidden.

However, while he was concentrating on searching, Jingjing had already followed him quietly. Because the night was as dark as ink, her footsteps were so soft that they were almost inaudible, and the other party was completely unaware of her presence.

What's even more interesting is that whenever he turns around, Jingjing will quickly flash past his eyes and move behind him. This happened many times, but he didn't notice it. This scene is reminiscent of the game of cat and mouse, and it's extremely funny.

"Why have I been looking for so long, but there is still nothing!" Ye Zhao murmured to himself, his heart full of doubts and confusion.

He originally thought that as long as he found Zhuo Yi or his sister, he would be able to learn the whereabouts of the treasure map, but now it seems that is not the case. Since Zhuo Yi doesn't know, and neither does his sister, it means that the head of the Zhuo family did not give the treasure map to anyone else for safekeeping.

Then, there is only one possibility - the treasure map is still hidden in the mansion here!

Just as Ye Zhao was concentrating on thinking about this problem, suddenly, a doubtful voice sounded beside him: "What are you looking for?"

Perhaps it was because the night was so dark and deep that he could not clearly see the outline of the face of the person next to him. However, this sudden sound made his body stiffen suddenly.

At this moment, Ye Zhao's eyes were completely dark and he couldn't see his fingers, but human voices could be clearly heard in his ears. This strange and creepy situation really made him feel frightened and his heart beat faster.

"Why don't you talk? What are you looking for? Maybe I can help you find it. I have lived here for so long, and there is nothing here that I don't know."

Ye Zhao immediately ran out based on instinct. At this moment, his face was pale, his brain was frozen, and he couldn't think about anything. He only knew that he had to leave here quickly.

Jingjing stood there, looking at the fleeing figure, a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes.