He's spoiled rotten; that wolf cub knows how to flirt and be affectionate.

Chapter 270 The Battle for Spirit Bones 31

The woman's face was pale, her pupils were wide open, and she stood frozen in place for a moment. Her body went limp and she almost collapsed. She staggered towards the stairwell, and the sound of her footsteps echoed as she climbed the stairs.

With the woman gone, the strange occurrences in the basement disappeared.

Fang Tinglan and Qu Yi walked up one after the other.

The moment I stepped out of the basement, the scene before me changed again, from a brightly lit bar to a minimalist-designed house.

It looks more like a family's home.

Qu Yi looked around but couldn't find Fang Tinglan.

"grandmother!!"

A girl's clear, childlike voice rang out. The little girl, dressed in a white princess dress, looked only five or six years old, and her smiling face resembled a beautiful and lovely sunflower.

The elderly woman with gray hair hugged the girl who rushed towards her, smiling kindly.

"My dear, you seem very happy today."

"Mmm! The teacher gave me a little red flower."

As Qu Yi was watching, the scene before her eyes changed again.

It was the same villa, the decor was unchanged, and the girl was crying loudly in a down jacket.

"Grandma!! I want Grandma, waaaaaah!"

"Sweetie, Grandma is sick and resting. Let Grandma rest well."

"Really, really?"

"Yes, Mom promises, just like Mom told you Dad would come back. Didn't Dad come back last month?"

"But Daddy is gone again."

“Dad just went to work in a faraway place, and he’ll be back soon.”

The scene flashed again, and then everything went black. After my eyes adjusted, I realized it wasn't completely dark; there was a dim yellow light from a wall lamp, and the light wasn't strong.

It looks to be about 30 square meters, not very big, very damp, and piled with clutter.

The mixed smells weren't very pleasant.

Looking up, in the dimly lit space, an old woman sat on the ground, emitting an unpleasant odor, as if she had soiled herself, her gaze blank.

After a while, her gaze gradually focused, and she turned to look around before running fearfully toward the stairwell.

Go up the stairs and bang on the door.

She cried and screamed.

Exhausted, her legs gave way, and she grabbed the wall for support. But the basement was too damp and the walls too slippery, and she fell down the stairs, landing on the ground in a strange position.

She didn't know how much time had passed before she opened her eyes. The intense pain made her scream and wail. She struggled to sit up and dragged her deformed legs up the stairs.

She knocked on the door.

a bit.

Two times.

Three times.

In the dim light, fear and dread spread, and the breathing grew softer and softer...

Weak fingers slid off the door panel.

The scene shifts, and Qu Yi finds herself in a space that is neither too big nor too small. She is curled up, which feels quite restrictive, and there is a strong smell of alcohol.

It looks like a large wine jar.

Just as she was about to break the wine jar and go outside, she heard footsteps. She stopped and listened carefully to the sounds outside.

He stopped in front of her and remained motionless for a long time.

As she wondered who it was, the lid was opened, and light streamed in.

"finally."

Fang Tinglan's voice was tinged with laughter.

"Got you."

Qu Yi looked up, but his face was backlit and not very clear.

He pulled her out of the vat, and Qu Yi lost her balance and fell into his arms, the intoxicating smell of alcohol on her instantly enveloping both of them.

Fang Tinglan sniffed and chuckled, "A sister who smells of alcohol."

Qu Yi glanced at him.

What happened to you just now?