dinner.

The Jiang family's house is silent.

At the dinner table, Zhang Ke saw Jiang Lan in a daze and scolded Yuan Xinghan sarcastically: "Lan Lan, it's not me that the one named Yuan is really not a good thing. He actually asked the Taoist priest to treat Uncle Jiang! He also made the aunt so angry. Humph!"

The old lady put down her bowls and chopsticks and raised her face. She had lived so much that she had never been criticized by a junior. She was too arrogant!

"Lanlan, if you hadn't asked your father to support Yuan Xinghan, would he have achieved what he has now? A person like him has been thinking about art and art all day long. Hum! He lived in his 30s and only made some money a while ago. He still wanted to marry you? I think only he could think of such stupid things as asking Taoist priests to come to his house."

Since she broke her face, the old lady no longer concealed her harshness. Jiang Lan has not married yet. It is absolutely impossible to say that it has nothing to do with Yuan Xinghan!

Jiang Lan lowered her head and said nothing.

This afternoon, she was really angry, and the anger came from heartache. She believed that Yuan Xinghan was kind-hearted, but her approach was too naive.

Jiang Lan didn't know what Yuan Xinghan was thinking, so she would invite a Taoist priest to treat her father. If this spread, she would probably laugh out loud!

However, after Jiang Lan calmed down, for some reason, Qin Kun's eyes popped out of her mind.

The confidence and even arrogant expressions in those eyes seemed to be right.

It seems that his words are the truth!

Where did he get his confidence?

Jiang Lan was suspicious and felt it was a bit ridiculous. She should quickly forget about such unpleasant things.

"Mom, I'm full, will I bring food to dad?"

"Okay." Jiang Lan, who was born in her 30s, has always held it as a pearl in her palm. She served the old man with a good meal and then gave her the food basket.

"There is snow on the ground and the road in the backyard is slippery. Be careful not to fall. Your dad is asleep in the study. Remember to remind him to take medicine."

Jiang Lan walked through the backyard with a food basket and came to her father's room.

As a woman, Jiang Lan is more sensitive. Jiang Lan doesn’t like the layout of the backyard, and always feels it is shady. This area is far away from the downtown area, and the people live in older people, which are extremely quiet at night.

Jiang Lan always thought that it was pretty good to live in the community before, but it was a bit desolate.

Pushing open the door, Jiang Lan saw a shadow on the chair in the darkness.

"dad?"

Jiang Lan shouted, and the shadow suddenly turned to her side. Jiang Lan found that it was a pair of blood-red eyes.

"ah--"

The food basket fell to the ground. In the room, an old man turned on the light and looked out the door: "Lanlan?"

Jiang Lan was sweating coldly, feeling a little shocked.

What happened just now? What did she see?

The old man sat up tiredly and rubbed his waist. Jiang Lan came to her senses and helped the old man well.

"Lanlan, what's wrong?" Jiang Boxiu touched his beloved daughter's face.

Jiang Lan said: "No, nothing, I tripped."

"Haha, I've become more and more sleepy these days. Where is Xinghan?" Jiang Boxiu asked when he saw the food being brought out, put on his clothes.

"He, he's gone." Jiang Lan did not mention the afternoon incident.

Jiang Boxiu nodded: "You are too old, it's time to consider your own affairs. Xinghan made a big splash at the Pioneer Art Exhibition this time. Those paintings educated the apprentices of the coastal school and the Yangzhou school to give us the long face of Linjiang."

Jiang Boxiu was a little proud when he mentioned Yuan Xinghan. After all, he was half of his master.

Jiang Boxiu talked endlessly about pioneering paintings, critical spirit, and Yuan Xinghan's works. Obviously, he loved Yuan Xinghan very much.

After listening for a while, Jiang Lan suddenly asked, "Dad, how are you doing in the past few days? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Jiang Lan looked at Jiang Boxiu carefully. Obviously, there was a little hope in her eyes, and she wanted to ask for something to prove.

After eating, Jiang Boxiu hit his legs and said, "I always have nightmares, sweating, I feel tired and sleepy during the day, my limbs are sore and weak, and my appetite is not good. I seem to have decreased my vision these days..."

After listening to it, Jiang Lan was shocked: It was exactly the same as what Qin Kun said!!!

Isn’t my father sick, but...being possessed evil?

Jiang Lan felt her voice tremble a little: "Dad, then, will you dream of...well, dream of a woman?"

When Jiang Boxiu heard this, he frowned: "Who told you?"

Jiang Lan said: "No, no one..."

Jiang Boxiu smiled and touched Jiang Lan's head: "What did your mother tell you? This old woman said why didn't I serve me food today? It seems that I was talking in my sleep again. Not bad. These days, I have always dreamed of a woman sitting in front of the dressing table to comb her hair. She was very beautiful, well, just as beautiful as your mother when she was young, wearing a red wedding dress..."

Jiang Lan's heart had already jumped out of her throat. Next to the study was an antique room and a room on the west side of the backyard. Jiang Lan remembered that the dressing table that Jiang Boxiu had collected a while ago was placed there.

And the hidden ghost room mentioned by Qin Kun is also there!!!

"Dad, why don't you go to the front yard with me?"

Jiang Lan said, swallowing her saliva.

"If you don't go, I'll be in the study, and it's warm. By the way, Lanlan, go to the next door to take a look at my treasures. It's tide these days, don't let it go!"

Jiang Lan walked out of the study with blank mind. A gust of wind blew, and the bamboo leaves in the backyard sounded.

Jiang Lan stood at the door and heard a light humming sound from the room, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, as if it was the tone, but she couldn't hear it clearly.

Jiang Lan's palms were covered in sweat.

This house is the antique furniture collected by Jiang Boxiu over the years. He spent a lot of effort on this. The entire room was decorated in an ancient style and even electricity was not available.

"Lanlan!"

Suddenly, Jiang Lan was patted on the shoulder, which scared her to scream in a 'ah'.

Behind him is Zhang Ke, and Zhang Ke was also shocked by Jiang Lan.

"What are you doing!" Jiang Lan was extremely angry, and Mr. Zhang Ke smiled: "Sorry, you forgot to get the medicine. I'll send it to Uncle Jiang."

Zhang Ke walked into the study. Jiang Lan heard the chatting sound of him and Jiang Boxiu, and then she mustered up the courage to push the door open.

The dark room has a faint fragrance, which is the smell that only well-preserved wood will emit.

There was no light in the house.

Jiang Lan's heart was beating rapidly. She remembered that there was an oil lamp on the wooden table in the room.

But the table was a little far from the door, and Jiang Lan walked towards the table.

In the dark environment, Jiang Lan felt that the road was too long and she could hear her heartbeat at every step. Fortunately, she finally touched the table.

Jiang Lan breathed a sigh of relief when she lit up the oil lamp.

This is a room that is no different from ancient times. It is like traveling through time.

Wooden bed, screen, copper basin, dressing table.

On the table with a yellow flower-like texture, a faint oil lamp lit up, illuminating the field of vision, and the flames reflected on the bronze mirror of the dressing table, adding a little more light.

For some reason, when Jiang Lan saw the newly moved into the dressing table, she felt that it was a bit out of place with the layout of the room.

In the past, the room was arranged in an ancient study room. As soon as the dressing table came in, it turned into a boudoir.

And there are always some dark spots on the bronze mirror that always feel strange.

Jiang Lan did not look at the dressing table too much. The oil lamp was lit. She always felt something was peeking at her. The cold wind blew in from the crack of the window, and her neck was chilly. Jiang Lan wrapped her clothes and glanced around. There was no sign of moisture in the furniture in the room. Then Jiang Lan blew out the oil lamp and prepared to leave.

but……

When Jiang Lan walked past the dressing table, she suddenly ran into a stool.

What's going on? When the oil lamp just turned on, the stool was clearly placed under the dressing table...

Jiang Lan reached out to touch her and suddenly shrank back.

She was sure that just now, there was a person sitting on the stool!

In the darkness, Jiang Lan's mind was blank, tears were circling in her eyes, and she was extremely afraid dominated all sensitive nerves. Jiang Lan's spirit could no longer bear this stimulation.

Suddenly, the body turned around and grabbed Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan lowered her head, and in the dark, she only saw a pair of blood-red eyes.

His eyes were covered by his hair and he looked up at Jiang Lan. The blood vessels in his eyes were clearly visible in his hair.

It was not a pair of blood-red eyes, but the whites of blood-woven bloodshots!

The pupils turned up and from a distance, these eyes looked like they were bleeding!

"Can you not leave? Stay with me."

An ethereal voice echoed inside the house, and the man stood up and faced Jiang Lan.

"Ah—!!" The sharp screams pierced the tranquility of the backyard.

Jiang Lan's terrified voice made Jiang Boxiu and his wife and Zhang Ke both creepy.

"Lanlan! What's wrong?"

Zhang Ke took the lead and rushed into the next room, but saw Jiang Lan sitting in front of the dressing table, combing her hair.

Jiang Lan was wearing a red dress, long hair was draped over her shoulders, and her red lips were bright. Zhang Ke didn't notice anything wrong. He forgot that there was no light here just before rushing in.

"Zhang Ke, am I beautiful?" Jiang Lan smiled and looked charming.
Chapter completed!