The idiot went crazy again today

Chapter 8

The garden of Yufu is magnificent, with lush vegetation and pleasant fragrance.

The servants dragged the half-dead little child through the flowery garden. The child's immature skin was scratched by the gravel on the ground, and mottled bright red flowed down the ground.

Luo Yunhuan activated his spiritual consciousness and followed the servants of the Yufu through the garden of singing birds and fragrant flowers and the exquisite and elegant corridor to the main hall.

A middle-aged man in brocade clothes, a brocade hat, and beautiful jade was sitting at the head of the hall, sipping tea slowly.

Luo Yunhuan knew at a glance that this person was not a cultivator.

Although he is well maintained, his skin is delicate and fair from a distance, but it is hard to hide the traces of the years, and wrinkles visible to the naked eye have appeared on the brows, eyes and nose, but at first glance, he looks handsome and elegant.

The head steward of the Yu Mansion stopped at the door, gestured to the servants behind him to stay where they were, swept the dust off his body, and stepped into the hall with his sleeves covered.

"Patriarch, the younger one brought the child and waited outside the door. What orders does the Patriarch have?"

The man in brocade clothes and jade crown did not respond quickly, but slowly finished drinking a cup of tea in his hand, and then Shi Shiran said: "Since you are here, bring it in."

His voice was darker and colder than his face.

Luo Yunhuan frowned slightly, although she didn't know the reason, she suddenly felt disgusted with this person.

The steward spoke, his voice was still steady, but he could not bear it: "Patriarch, the child was thrown in the woodshed for several days, and the servants of the family humiliated him in every possible way, even the young masters and ladies... At this moment, his body is so filthy that it is difficult to see it. , for fear of staining the eyes of the Patriarch."

The head of the house glanced at the steward, although his expression did not change, his eyes were not sharp, and he didn't say a word, but the steward's heart and back were chilled for no reason, and he hurriedly responded: "Patriarch calm down, it's the villain who talks too much. Little man, go and call that child in!" As he spoke, he raised his head and clapped his hands, and the servant waiting outside the door immediately brought in the half-dead toddler, who was covered in filth and filth, and walked into the room covered with expensive embroidered red carpets. Throw it on the ground.

The child's fragile bones hit the hard ground, making a small but crisp sound.Luo Yunhuan's cultivation base is profound, her hearing and eyes are clear, she can hear clearly, and she seems to be able to feel the other person's severe pain across the thin cracks of time and space.

Luo Yunhuan deeply closed her eyes helplessly.

"Chi'er..." the well-dressed man on the seat said lazily, "Have you thought it through? Are you willing to hand over the Yu Clan's secret book on controlling ghosts?"

Luo Yunhuan was startled, her eyes widened suddenly, and she looked at the glamorous and majestic head of the family in disbelief!

Ghost Control!

The legendary forbidden technique cheats?

Sure enough, he was not mistaken, just now in the ghost house of Yufu, that weird child really used the forbidden technique of controlling ghosts!

Luo Yunhuan never expected that the legendary ghost-controlling technique, the first of the three forbidden arts in the world, is related to the famous Yumen family in Zhongzhou, and in this Yumen branch mansion on the outskirts of Zhongzhou, a poor and helpless young boy dressed in rags She is pregnant with a rare treasure!

"Uncle, Chi'er, Chi'er really don't know what ghost control is..." The little boy who fell to the ground made a voice as small as a small animal.Yu Qingchi didn't understand why his uncle, who had been fond of him a few days ago, changed his face and turned his attitude towards him 180 degrees in just a few days.

He was originally the son of a rich family. Although he was young, he had been a slave and servant since he was born, and he was never tired of food and clothing. The belongings were looted.Because he was young and hid under his mother without being discovered, he escaped to death until he was taken away by his uncle Yu Qianqiu who heard the news one day later.

A few days ago, Yu Qianqiu was very kind to him, holding his hand with a big warm hand, kindly letting him treat Yufu as his new home.

Yu Qianqiu's children also treated him very affectionately, the older brothers shouted loudly, and rushed to deliver any novelty and delicious food to his house.

Yu Qianqiu's wife, Mrs. Sui, was also very kind to him, caring for his health and caring for him in every possible way, and healed all the physical and psychological injuries he suffered after witnessing the slaughter of his relatives.

Unexpectedly, in January, the family's attitude towards him changed drastically.

Yu Qingchi thought about it carefully, on the day when the Yu family's attitude changed drastically, Yu Qianqiu first summoned him on the grounds of concern...

The illusion Luo Yunhuan was in suddenly changed, and everything around her was like ripples in flowing water, centered on the little child, rippling around. Time and space seemed to be distorted, and the surrounding scenery also changed slightly.

Luo Yunhuan looked intently, and saw that this was still the hall of the Yu Mansion before the catastrophe happened, and the Patriarch of the Yu Family and the little boy named "Chi'er" were still in front of him, but they were dressed differently at this time.

Yu Qianqiu, dressed in brocade, rubbed the golden oil drop Jianzhan in his hand, with a gentle and loving face: "Chi'er, are you used to living in the mansion these days?"

Yuqingchi was sitting at the bottom wearing a well-tailored brocade robe, his smooth and long black hair was simply tied behind his head with a headband, his complexion was ruddy, and Yuxue was cute, much better than what Luo Yunhuan had seen before difference.

"Thank you, Uncle, for your concern. Chi'er is living well, and her health is much better, without any discomfort." He said, respectfully got up from his seat, and bowed to Yu Qianqiu, who was standing upright.

Although Chi'er was young and suffered a sudden catastrophe, his etiquette was thoughtful, making it impossible to find fault.

Yu Qianqiu looked very satisfied, and then gently explained a few words, so that if Yu Qingchi had any needs in life, he could just ask the people who took care of him and waited on him. Home.

After Yuqingchi responded one by one, Yu Qianqiu paused seemingly inadvertently, and said softly: "Chi'er, uncle has made many visits and found out that the madman who slaughtered your mansion was probably because he coveted your home. The most precious treasure—"The Secret Scroll of Controlling Ghosts". I don't know where this book is now? You are still young, so you might as well entrust it to me. Make sure that the secret book that has been handed down by the Yu family for hundreds of years does not fall into the hands of evil crafters."

Yuqingchi's immature face was full of doubts. He thought for a moment, but he couldn't remember what the "Secret Scroll of Controlling Ghosts" was, so he frowned and said cautiously: "I don't know what the "Secret Volume of Controlling Ghosts" is about." What does it look like? Chi'er doesn't know that there is such a thing in the house."

Yu Qianqiu's hawk eyes became fierce in an instant, and he stared at Yuqingchi calmly for a moment, seeing that the latter's face was indeed full of confusion, and his expression of ignorance and ignorance did not seem to be fake, and he sighed, as if disappointed extreme.

Seeing Yuqingchi flustered, for some reason, there was a feeling of being closely watched by danger, and a chill ran down his spine.

"Forget it, after all, you are too young, maybe the eldest brother and sister-in-law didn't have time to tell you before they were alive, but the "Secret Scroll of Controlling Ghosts" is a thing passed down by the Yumen family for a long time, and it has been coveted by people from all walks of life for hundreds of years.

For nearly a hundred years, the "Secret Scroll of Controlling Ghosts" has been preserved in the Zhongzhou branch of the Yumen family, that is, in the residence of Chi'er.After the accident happened at the house, although I immediately took people to help, but it was still a step late.

When I arrived, Zhongzhou Yufu had already been slaughtered, and no one was spared except Chi'er.After I rescued you, I immediately sent people to search for the "Secret Scroll of Controlling Ghosts" in the mansion, but found nothing. I am afraid that this book will fall into the hands of thieves after all. I, Yu Qianqiu, am really ashamed of my brother and Yufu! "

Yuqingchi seemed to understand, and said ignorantly: "Chi'er really didn't know that there was such a thing in the family. Uncle doesn't need to blame himself. The matter has come to this point. It can be said that the fortune is so good. This secret book has been in my Zhongzhou Yufu for hundreds of years. Maybe it has nothing to do with it. The fate of the Yu Mansion is over, and it may be God's will to go to the next place, so there is no need to worry about it..."

Yu Qianqiu closed his eyes and nodded, as if he lost interest in "The Secret Scroll of Controlling Ghosts" and Yuqingchi in an instant, he didn't answer or speak, and just waved his hand to let him go down.

The illusion changed again, and the surrounding scenery spread out and distorted like ripples again.

When the illusion stabilized again, Luo Yunhuan stood in a small but exquisite courtyard.

The little Yuqingchi was sitting on the steps at the gate of the yard with his hands folded around his knees. It was almost late autumn at that time, and the cool evening wind made his thin figure shrink slightly.

"...Big Brother, Second Brother, and Third Sister haven't come to see me for a long time." The child murmured to himself in frustration.

At this time, people's voices came from outside the courtyard, Yuqingchi raised his head full of hope, and saw a group of sweeping boys passing by with brooms, walked up to him, glanced at him disdainfully, and hurried away .

Disappointed, he buried his little head back in his knees.

Luo Yunhuan noticed that his clothes were not as clean and tidy as the last time he saw them. Although they were still exquisitely crafted brocade robes, some stains had appeared on the moon-white placket and cuffs, and the child's long hair was not as shiny as before. It is not slippery, but slightly disheveled, tied casually by a hair tie.

Obviously this child has been neglected during this period of time, Luo Yunhuan was slightly annoyed, and vaguely guessed the reason for this.

"Hey, did you see that little boy over there?" The teasing laughter of the servants of the Yufu who had gone away came over.

Luo Yunhuan frowned and heard a boy's undisguised disdainful voice: "I thought it was the young master's new acquaintance, but I didn't expect it to be just a useless piece of trash! It was only a few days ago that the master and the The little masters are disgusted, and I only feel sorry for our brothers, and they still have to clean this remote broken yard..."

"I heard that he doesn't know where his baby is. What do you mean if it's not trash? Our master is really kind-hearted. He can still offer food and drink to this trash who doesn't know anything. If you want me to say early Some sweeping out of the house is..."

"Hey, so the master is the master, and you are just a servant, isn't it small..."

The malicious voice gradually faded away, Luo Yunhuan sighed, and noticed that the little child in front of him buried his head even lower, and his thin and thin shoulders seemed to be still trembling slightly.

The softest place in my heart seemed to have been punched hard, sending out bursts of dull pain. Luo Yunhuan stretched out her arms again, silently encircling the shoulders of Yuqingchi who was trembling in the autumn wind in the void .

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