Disciples with unknown origins should not randomly pick them up

"This is not a backyard, this is a maze."

Lu Yinxi wiped his sweat for the [-]th time tonight. When he came, he was still a pretty little girl in a green skirt, but now he was tired like a dog.

This oiran is too weird, since he came in from the back door of the Yingchun Tower, he didn't know how many turns he had to make, thanks to Ning Wenlun who could remember it.

If Xiao Mo came here, it would probably be enough for him to not be able to get out until next year.

Tsk, I forgot to remind Jing Hongshen to look at Xiao Mo.

"Shuang Luo has always been a very mysterious person."

Ning Wenlun lowered his head and judged the direction, "However, you have lived here since you were a child, and you took me to know this road well."

Lu Yinxi froze for a moment, then realized that Ning Wenlun was talking about the original owner of this body.

"You have a good relationship with him."

"How should I put it, in fact, I'm not very popular in Yingchun Tower..."

"You are a big boy, the guests will be scared by you when you pick up the guests."

Ning Wenlun gave Lu Yinxi a slap on the head angrily.

"Don't talk poorly, be careful that I will throw it to you to pick up customers."

Lu Yinxi was still afraid to pick up the guests. He had seen the small movements of those guests when he was sitting outside drinking a little wine.

Men are really not a good thing.

Ning Wenlun walked forward quickly: "It is precisely because it is troublesome to enter, so if you know the way to enter, the defense inside is very low."

"She is an oiran, why do you need so many precautions, can it be interesting to build a big maze for her?"

"What do you think, it's not easy to be an oiran these days. This labyrinth is tricked. You see, it's all spells, and there are many tricks."

Lu Yinxi thought about how powerful it was, and looked at how it was drawn. He was not too fond of these Qimen Dunjia. He exchanged some books in the library for exchange, but he couldn't understand them.

Thinking about it, he used to find physics difficult when he was bored reading textbooks. Now that physics has to be coupled with spiritual power, it is even more difficult to understand.

But when he took a look at the yellow talisman, he realized something was wrong.

What kind of blindfold is this.

This is the talisman paper for suppressing demons!

Well, could this oiran be a monster?

Well, rounding it up, isn't he also a devil?

"Hua Hua, wait a minute!"

Lu Yinxi grabbed Ning Wenlun who was about to go upstairs, and asked, "This Shuangluo, is he really my sister with this body?"

Ning Wenlun hesitated to speak, several times he wanted to speak and then closed his mouth.

Lu Yinxi wondered, did this mean her own sister, or did she not mean her own sister?

In any case, you must first know what kind of character you are facing.

At least he didn't feel that his body was in touch with the monster.

"Wait, I have to ask you first, did any strange things happen to my body when I was in emotional ups and downs, such as stripes, red eyes, horns, or even a different appearance? "

"...Huh?" Ning Wenlun was dumbfounded by this question, "What do you mean?"

"I think there's something wrong with this talisman. It's not a blindfold. It's used to suppress demons. So what the hell is this Shuangluo? Is it my own sister? What does she have to do with me?"

Ning Wenlun opened his mouth wide, and it took him a while to respond: "I, I don't know, I, I just know that Shuangluo is not your real sister..."

Lu Yinxi breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

"...She is your biological mother..."

Lu Yinxi spat out a mouthful of old blood.

"Birth mother?"

"Slow down!"

Ning Wenlun covered Lu Yinxi's mouth, and hid in a nearby hut. Such an unremarkable hut was very clean and tidy. There were some tableware and toys that were obviously played by children. A small lantern was set up.

"Birth mother, are you serious?!"

Lu Yinxi felt strange when he came. He was already over 20 years old. Since Shuangluo was the original owner's older sister, she should be more than a year older than him.

It is said that the oiran is a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old girl, and it is the season of blooming. Naturally, Shuangluo has something special, so she can still sit firmly in the oiran's position in her 20s.

It would be a different matter if it were his biological mother.

Calculated, Shuangluo must be in his 30s and almost [-]s!

Is this still an oiran?

Then how beautiful she should be, how well maintained she should be.

Lu Yinxi thought it was over.

This is not justified by demons.

Ning Wenlun took it for granted: "The reason why Shuangluo became the signboard of Yingchun Tower is because she is a myth of immortality. Even in her 30s, she is still as young and tender as a girl, and her conversation is better than that of a little girl at that age." It takes a lot of maturity for everyone to pursue her so crazily."

"Then—you used to stay here with 'me', have you ever felt any unusual aura? Even a little bit?"

Ning Wenlun thought about it, but still shook his head: "I actually don't pay much attention to her, I came here just to find you."

Ning Wenlun lowered his head and smiled slightly.

Lu Yinxi understood immediately.

Hey, another little one, who returns women's clothing, when he is free someday, he will order a pair of mandarin ducks, and make a pair for the beautiful boy.

What to do, the big guy in women's clothing has to make a monster, this attribute doesn't seem to be popular for a long time, he doesn't have a blueprint.

There was movement upstairs, and Lu Yinxi hurriedly pulled back the flying thoughts.

Now is not the time to think about these things. If Shuangluo really had something to do with Mo, maybe the disappearance of those girls really had something to do with him.

Even the girl screams that often appear in his psychological shadow have a reason.

"Does Shuangluo live upstairs? Is there any way to see her room?"

"Yes, there is. There is a mirror, you can stretch it up and try."

Ning Wenlun fetched the mirror familiarly, and handed it to Lu Yinxi. Lu Yinxi was quite satisfied with this prop, so even if the other party noticed it, they would have a chance to run away.

It's just that after the mirror was slowly stretched up, there was a thick fog in front of the window, making it impossible to see the inside clearly.

Lu Yinxi held his breath and focused his attention. He listened first and heard a small chatter.

"Shuangluo, if you don't pick up customers like this, we won't be able to open the Yingchun Building."

There was no response from the house, and the madam seemed to be standing outside the door on the other side, sighing helplessly.

"Hey, if you have the chance, you should come out more often. At your age, you will still have many benefactors if your beauty fades and nothing happens."

After the madam finished speaking, the footsteps went away, Lu Yinxi couldn't hear what Shuangluo said for a long time, and felt a little anxious, and the fog in front of the window couldn't be blown away.

Suddenly his heart moved.

Can't blow it away, can't he suck it away?

So he took a deep breath, and said that most of the dense fog had been sucked away, and the fog was mixed with poison as expected, but it was not a serious problem to him, just a little dizzy.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at the situation inside the house.

I saw night pearls shining in the four corners of the room, a piano was hung on one side, and calligraphy and paintings were hung on the other side. At first glance, it was a precious collection. A woman was sitting in the middle of the room. A bronze mirror half a person's height in front of her was reflecting her face.

The woman's hair is extremely long, with white tails, as if the first frost has just fallen. Her five fingers are white and bloodless, her waist is extremely thin, and her figure is graceful.

But Lu Yinxi saw it, and almost vomited it out.

The face reflected in the bronze mirror could hardly be called a human face.

The madam probably thought that Shuang Luo was depressed because of her aging face, so she didn't pick up the guests.

But in fact, Shuangluo's face, not to mention old, had large pieces of rot on it, and black water seeped out, dripping on the white skirt in front of her.

But Shuang Luo was still smiling, sticking the carrion back to his face as if nothing had happened.

she chuckled softly.

"Baby, have you come back to see mother? Mother misses baby so much."

The author says:

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