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Chapter 822 - The Exterior Wall of the Mansion

 "Hey, are you letting us out?" Xiaoyu couldn't help but ask as he walked outside the door.

"It's useless to stay, we don't know how to see a doctor."

Yun Tuan looked back and glanced at the strange mansion——

There seemed to be black lumps of mildew on the surface of this building. If you look closely, you can see that there are dead brocades in the corners. They have not been pecked by birds, and the dark and dry vines are hanging straight on the wall.

Up.

There are also some stacked in the corner.

A feeling of death.

"But, but... are private doctors reliable? I haven't even seen the examination equipment." Xiaoyu whispered.

"Don't worry. Inside the Qizhou Mansion, there are two villas filled with medical equipment. They use the world's leading technology, which is not available in ordinary hospitals."

The driver explained with a smile and opened the door.

The driver is not a nanny van driver, he is a strange face, about fifty years old.

Yun Tuan was sitting in the passenger seat and took the initiative to pull open the seat belt. When no one was paying attention, he affixed a small locator to the end of the seat belt.

Then she let go of her hand, waited for the car to start and drove smoothly, and then casually started talking, "Uncle, have you been working at Banjia for a long time?"

"Ah, it's been more than ten years."

"Then do you know why no one cleans the outer walls of Qizhou Mansion? At least those dead brocades, ivy and the like can be dealt with."

The electronic eye flew out from the left finger ring, circled the car once, and then returned to its original position.

"Oh, the slope is too steep, and there is no place to tie a safety rope on the top. No one wants to go up there to clean it - but someone did it seven or eight years ago, but everyone who went to clean it fell accidentally. They were so unlucky.

High paraplegia, luckily only a broken bone."

As the driver spoke, he lowered his voice unconsciously and slowly narrated it in a tone that was almost like telling a ghost story.

"It's quite dangerous to fall from such a height." Yun Tuan nodded and felt sorry for the injured workers.

"But, I heard from some old employees of the Ban family that this vine was passed down from our ancestors. It protects everyone like our ancestors. You can't touch it. If you do, you will be angry."

The driver said, feeling a little ridiculous himself, and then chuckled.

"It's weird, but we still have to believe in science. It's normal for plants to wither and flourish."

Yun Tuan gave a thumbs up, almost writing "not experienced in the world" and "easy to deceive" on his forehead.

But the driver didn't seem to be a gang member, and was indifferent to her performance. He just sighed, "It's great to be young. When you get to my age, you start to believe in some mysterious things."

Xiaoyu looked out the car window and suddenly sighed:

"But it's really grand. This is the first time I've been close to Qizhou Mansion. I used to look at it from a distance. I didn't know what this building was. I just knew that the housing prices here are sky-high."

I don’t know which part of the emotion was involved, but the driver suddenly stopped smiling and stopped talking.

Yun Tuan felt that the atmosphere was not right and did not try any more clichés.

The car gradually left the Qizhou Mansion and entered the city.

People are getting denser and denser, and everywhere is noisy.

"I'll send you two to Xingtutu Group. There's been road construction there recently. The road conditions are not very good and cars can't pass. I'll stop at the next bus stop. Is that okay?"

The driver finally spoke again, but his voice changed slightly.

"Of course, thank you for sending us back." Yun Tuan smiled, his hand already pressed on the seat belt switch.

Five minutes later, the bus stop sign.

Xiaoyu didn't understand very much, "Sister Yun, there's no road construction over there. I think this uncle just doesn't want to send us off, right?"

"Well, I'm worried that he will send us directly to the funeral home. It would be better to get off the bus as soon as possible."


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