After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

Being controlled by others is not Li Shiliu's style, so she smiled silently and said, "Your disguise skills are quite powerful.

No one noticed it for so long.

By the way, what are your fake breasts made of?

It used to shake..."

Is this the focus now?

Nanyang Yao felt that the blue veins on the top of his head were beginning to become uncontrollable.

This woman is a liar who is trying to change the subject.

While teasing me with her mouth, her free hand was not idle, touching my thigh,???...

"My lady, you really hurt my heart..."

Nanyang Yao's other free hand quickly pressed down Li Shiliu's hand on his thigh. The touch under his palm was delicate and soft, just like a piece of fine cream, but what Li Shiliu held in her delicate palm was the dagger that she had almost stabbed Tong Wencai, the dandy boy, through.

"As a girl, don't be so cruel.

It’s not good to brandish swords and guns all the time…”

"I want you to manage."

With both hands restrained by the opponent, Li Shiliu gave up using force.

Using your own weaknesses to attack the opponent's strengths is a sign of mental illness.

"Tell me, who are you?

What is your purpose for lurking in Li's mansion?"

“Do you think this is the place to talk, Miss?

Even if you want to interrogate me, you should at least go to another place. This place is not safe at all."

As soon as Nanyang Yao finished speaking, noisy voices were heard not far away.

"Enemy attack..."

"Enemy attack..."

The three patrol soldiers who had gone to check another place earlier had already discovered their companions who had been knocked unconscious by Nanyang Yao and Li Shiliu.

While shouting "enemy attack" he blew a whistle.

Suddenly there was chaos and confusion...

Li Shiliu and Nanyang Yao looked in the direction of the sound, and through the wall, they vaguely saw the flickering flames gradually gathering.

"follow me."

Holding Li Shiliu's hand, Nanyang Yao walked along the edge of the corner of No. 11 Shilang Hutong, a desolate haunted house.

Not long after walking, Li Shiliu felt Nanyang Yao in front of him suddenly brake. He stopped and looked up. Wasn't this the toilet?

The layouts of most officials' residences in Yuanjing City are not much different. Seeing Nanyang Yao leading her to the toilet, Li Shiliu looked puzzled and spoke hesitantly.

"You... need to pee?

How about I wait for you at the door?"

With a slight twitch of his lips, Nanyang Yao ignored Li Shiliu's question. Instead, he held Li Shiliu's hand tighter and pushed open the tightly closed door of the toilet.

With a creaking sound, the door was pushed open with all the force. Surprisingly, there was no strange smell inside.

Nanyang Yao, with a normal look on his face, pulled Li Shiliu, who had a conflicted expression, into the room, then slammed the toilet door shut with his backhand.

"That's not good. After all, there are differences between men and women. Our relationship is not good enough for us to go to the toilet together."

Li Shiliu was a little shy for once.

"Miss, don't you notice anything wrong?"

The boy's voice had a hint of laughter in it.

"Something is wrong..."

Li Shiliu lowered her head and thought, and suddenly an idea came to her.

“There’s something wrong with this toilet…

No. 11 Shilang Hutong is the most famous haunted house in Yuanjing City. No one has lived there for more than ten years. When Tencent auctioned it some time ago, it also conducted an on-site inspection and found that the house had fallen into disrepair after years of neglect, and even the houses were in a dilapidated state.

Why is the outhouse in this haunted house more solid than the main house?"