In her memory, she was so tired that she kept spinning in circles, but in fact, she had already passed her fourth uncle's house where she was supposed to go, and arrived at the old house unknowingly.

He Xiaoman grasped the key to a problem, her eyes lit up, that ancestral kitchen knife!

The predicament of hitting the wall was solved unintentionally when I accidentally dropped the kitchen knife on the ground.

He Xiaoman continued to stroke along the line of the kitchen knife.

The reason why he failed to hang himself was because the kitchen knife fell to the ground and he woke up in a daze...

"Bitch, you dare to cut me, that's my knife, and you still..." It was obviously the voice of an old man who had gone through many changes, but he spoke it like a woman.

That's my knife, you still...

He Xiaoman chewed on the unfinished words, and based on normal logic, he should return it to me next.

Since the person who hangs herself must hang herself to death before she can be freed, then why does this potential enemy, who is neither male nor female, throw herself outside to freeze to death?

In other words, He Xiaoman's previous inference was wrong. The purpose of the person or unknown creature who confused her to hang herself was... that kitchen knife?

The more He Xiaoman thought about it, the more he felt that this was the correct version.

She had been trapped in the wall because of the appearance of the kitchen knife, and the wall disappeared because of the appearance of the kitchen knife, and she appeared directly in front of the old house.

"But this is obviously my kitchen knife, it's an heirloom of the Zhang family!" He Xiaoman murmured.

It's quite ironic when you think about it. The heirloom of the Zhang family was passed down to the daughter of the He family, and then there was an unknown child claiming that the kitchen knife belonged to it.

Suddenly, this old, useless kitchen knife became a hot commodity.

At this point, He Xiaoman has successfully figured out the ins and outs of most things.

The subtitles of the house once said that the original owner of the house failed the mission and died on the mission plane. Combining Lao Diaoye's words and what happened after he hacked randomly, He Xiaoman felt that Lao Diaoye was actually the original owner, and what she thought was

The haunting incident was actually because the original owner wanted to get the ancestral kitchen knife. However, due to a dispute at home these days, my grandmother, an old lady who always accepted death, actually took the kitchen knife to the hospital, leaving the owner of the house in vain.

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Perhaps at that time, she was relatively close to the old house and the owner of the house detected the kitchen knife through some means, so the incident of tricking the wall happened. It is estimated that the original owner at that time may have wanted to tire himself to death by punching the wall.

Unexpectedly, the kitchen knife suddenly fell out and broke the illusion of hitting the wall.

Is it possible that this kitchen knife is actually something extraordinary? It's actually a dragon-slaying...er, kitchen knife?

That's almost it. The original owner of the house pretended to be a ghost and deceived in order to get his own kitchen knife. But by chance, not only did he fail to get his mission item, but he was hacked by himself with the knife.

died.

The Qinghai Jade-like house deed is the equipment that killed the original owner and was revealed by this elite monster.

Seeing that the time had reached 1'15", He Xiaoman felt a little angry. Even though his sister was beautiful and sassy, ​​she had to make a decision about life and death in just ten minutes. Isn't it a bit too much?

Ten minutes, if you make the wrong choice, both mom and grandma will face the tragedy of the white-haired person sending the black-haired person.

He Xiaoman burst into tears, life is short and short!

Knowing that time waits for no one, she had no choice but to take a chance and guess correctly that she would have a golden finger and lead a colorful and dangerous life, or guess wrong that today would be her death anniversary next year.

Either give up completely, continue to be the director of her Lan Bei short film, and live in the towns and counties around D City, making enough money to survive and starve to death, and having a relationship that is not too bitter and not too sweet, and living a life is not a good life.

Not a bad day.

He Xiaoman chose the former.

Then she faced a second choice: 10,000 popularity or ten years of life.

He Xiaoman naturally chose the former. Needless to say, popularity can be slowly accumulated through hard work, while life can only be reduced without exception, unless you cultivate immortality.

He Xiaoman is twenty-seven years old this year. If her lifespan does not reach thirty-seven, then with one finger poke, He Xiaoman will die.

So she put her finger on the 10,000 popularity mark.

The familiar light curtain lights up again: Sorry, you don't own a house in this area yet, your popularity is not included in the statistics, and you cannot pay for this transaction.

Oh, let me go. Seeing that the time has come, He Xiaoman closed his eyes and directly clicked on the option of ten years of life.

She felt that setting this damn popularity option was just to annoy people.

After a period of suffocating silence, He Xiaoman, who listened to the beating of her heartbeat and realized how close success and death were, finally got the answer she wanted: the transfer was successful!

Almost at this moment, blue light flashed, and the small Qinghai jade-like house in He Xiaoman's palm disappeared.

At the same time, a tall, long-haired beauty was standing in front of the door of a dilapidated small bungalow with a pale face, gnashing her teeth.

Her well-tailored waist-length skirt and diamond-encrusted mid-heeled shoes looked very valuable at first glance, and her aristocratic look seemed a little out of place in this slum-like area.

"Go home, don't waste time in a place like this." A slender man's hand patted her shoulder: "Don't worry, this house deed is one of the engagement gifts given to you by the third brother."

The woman stared at the small bungalow, which was no bigger than the toilet at home, with sinister eyes: "If you dare to transfer my house, I will kill her!"

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you, but what you have to do now is to go home and recuperate. Fenghen will be back tonight."

The man doesn't seem to be a good-tempered person, but he is willing to lower his body and keep coaxing the beautiful woman in a dress with gentle words.

"But..." The woman looked back bitterly at the dilapidated bungalow. It was a house building token that she had to complete three tasks and had to go through all kinds of difficulties to get it. Someone robbed her just after she built the house.

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Not willing to give in!

"Qianyu, I just don't understand the significance of you coming to the slums to prove your worth to a group of house slaves. A luminous pearl does not need to compare its size with a stone or its density with an iron block. Its existence is its value."

Qianyu glanced sideways at her third brother and said coquettishly: "Okay, third brother, it turns out you compared me to something like the Night Pearl that is left in the yard as a street lamp!"

"Hey, you have gone to live in a place like this, and they are not as valuable as those night-light pearls in our yard."

Qianyu punched the third brother on the shoulder with her small fist. The man tilted his head and looked at her with a smile: "Have you beaten enough? Are you not angry anymore? Then let's go to the human resources department to clear the file, otherwise my mother will worry about you every day."

Qianyu snorted softly: "So flattering our mother is your fundamental purpose, right?"

"Yes." The man admitted confidently: "She said that if I take you home, she will stop urging me to get married."

"It's not impossible to cancel the show and go home, but you have to help me out." Qianyu's eyes rolled up and she got the idea.

PS: Dear babies, remember to collect it. If you still have investment quota, you can also invest. The contract will be sent tomorrow. I don’t need to go into details about the difficulties of the new book period. I believe everyone knows that you can help Chacha by raising your finger. Thank you everyone. Be sure to collect it.
Chapter completed!