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"Bang..."
A loud noise echoed throughout the house, and the old man's glowing eyes, along with the deep wrinkles and frighteningly pale face, were fixed on Xia Xiaoyu with a fierce glare. It seemed that he was filled with endless hatred towards her.
"Don't you dare say my daughter's name!"
The old man roared, his face changing colors as if it would turn blue one moment and white the next.
"She is your daughter?"
At this, Xia Xiaoyu was completely stunned. Her eyes seemed to be filled with shock instead of fear.
Suddenly, she recalled something: the homeroom teacher had said that after Wang Xiaojia went missing, her parents never came to look for her.
Not that they didn't come looking, but rather that her entire family was dead?
"You despicable city people, whether it's you or my Xiaojia, you all deserve to die..."
The old man's face was so pale it was indescribable, and his tone was sharp and eerie, drifting into Xia Xiaoyu's ears like the tide.
"How did she die?"
Despite feeling immense fear inside, Xia Xiaoyu gathered her courage and asked loudly.
"Ugh..."
At this moment, when Xia Xiaoyu asked, the old woman and the elderly man both began to cry, though there were no tears. Their cries were erratic, and Xia Xiaoyu now fully understood what it meant to hear ghostly wails.
"She did it for me, she did it for my illness. This dutiful daughter of mine did all this for our family..."
The old man's crying sent chills down Xia Xiaoyu's spine, but all she felt was terror and helplessness.
Xia Xiaoyu sensed that a coldness was creeping over her entire body. She dared not move or speak too loudly; being in this haunted house made her very afraid...
"Uncle San, let's kill her and imprison her soul here, so she can stay here forever like us..."
The big man's face turned dark purple, filled with evil and eeriness as he glanced at Xia Xiaoyu. His eyes filled her with immense fear.
"I won't kill her easily..."
The old man also stopped crying, his dead fish-like eyes now fixed on Xia Xiaoyu, glaring at her.
"She hired help..."
Before the big man could finish his sentence, the old man let out a chilling laugh that rippled like waves. "He can't come in here; he can't enter this place..."
Xia Xiaoyu's heart sank at those words. Yes, they were ghosts. Could Xu Qian come in?
Suddenly, Xia Xiaoyu felt a sense of despair wash over her, slowly eroding her once resolute heart...
"You don't really hate eating sticky rice, come on, have a little..." The old man's face regained its pale color, but it was now filled with more evil and fear as he spoke to Xia Xiaoyu.
As the old man finished speaking, the old woman moved like a machine, stiffly picking up the sticky, foul-smelling meat from the table and slowly reaching it toward Xia Xiaoyu.
"Just eat a little..."
The old woman's voice was thin and sharp, yet more terrifying than anything else. She shuffled her stiff feet, gradually moving closer to Xia Xiaoyu.
"Don't come any closer..."
Xia Xiaoyu stood up and quickly said.
Her feet involuntarily stepped back, but after just two steps, she bumped into the wall.
"Just eat a little..."
The old woman continued to shuffle forward, her hoarse voice slowly approaching.
"Get away! Just go away..."
Xia Xiaoyu waved her arms and knocked away the foul-smelling meat that the old woman was extending toward her.
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