800 shadowy pearls

rtation company.This transportation company is hiring a night shift driver, specifically seeking single young to middle-aged men.DaBao, this friend of mine, is in his thirties and still single, which...Could it be that the "Yin Luo" Mu Wanchen spoke of is my sister

Several years ago, our appearances were almost identical. Even our senior brothers and sisters who grew up with us together would mistake you for me.

But after entering high school, my sister's already fragile body became even more prone to illness. Jun, her brother, would jokingly say that she was made of jade and had to be held delicately, protected from dust.

If you get even a speck of worldly dust on you, you'll get sick.

Such an evaluation is both helpless and a little bit envious.

My older sister has been a proper little fairy since she was young, while I, well, I'm the spoiled little bandit.

Even when she crossed her arms and glared, her appearance was gentle and weak, lacking any intimidating presence.

When I asked her, my sister looked at me inexplicably: “Patients wearing masks are common, but men wearing face masks… what do they look like”

I also want to know what he looks like!

"Sis, have you seen a man that tall and strong in the past few years He wears a black mask and has hair like this..."

"Little Lu, are you chasing a TV series Now, where do you find men with hair this long Don't talk about this. Were you bullied You look like you were fished out of the mud." My sister grabbed my hands and looked at my disheveled appearance.

"That's right, isn't it He was bullied and lost contact. It took him so long to get back home...just like a discarded puppy," the senior disciple said coldly.

I purse my lips. My sister is like a precious jade, carefully protected. I'm just a discarded puppy.

There is no hurt without comparison.

I looked at my sister and she didn't seem like she was lying. I let out a disappointed sigh.

“Come on, come on, get back and tidy up…” My sister had already forgotten to scold me. She pulled me back home.

My old father firmly believes that daughters should be raised in seclusion, so our main courtyard has two attics, looking rather odd. But my father beams with pride and says there's a cellar full of dowry under the attic floor, waiting to be opened when his daughter gets married.

My senior sisters are back too, Elder Sister Du Ruo and Second Sister Liu Ming. Just hearing their names tells you about my father's taste.

They helped Qi Shidi Fuzili manage the business of my house, mainly taking care of the restaurant and pharmacy.

A woman in business, both capable and sharp-tongued. She gave me a severe scolding. Thanks to my sister's intervention, I was able to escape back to my little attic.

First floor study, second floor bedroom.

To make life more convenient, I installed a three-dimensional bathtub. I hug my knees and curl up in the tiny triangular tub, letting the showerhead cascade over me.

My sister was talking to me just outside the frosted glass door.

"...Your senior brother is practically on the verge of a breakdown, but he's just putting on a brave face. He can't let it show, you know I think all that stress is turning his hair white! Haha..."

"Fourth Senior Brother saw the message in the WeChat group and was so anxious that he wanted to fly back from America. He's currently defending his thesis there, but he couldn't hold back and said he had to come back to see you..."

"Fortunately, Dad is not at home, or you would have to kneel on a washboard in the study for at least three days..."

I couldn't quite make out her voice, but I could get the gist of what she was saying.

I wiped my face, turned off the shower, and looked down at my body in the water.

Below the navel, there is a pearly, half-moon shaped "pearl" covered by a translucent white membrane in water.

I couldn't help reaching out and gently touching the "pearl".

My fingertip touched it, the membrane seemed to harden, and a sharp pain suddenly spread. It hurt so much that my entire body spasmed, and my head hit the edge of the small bathtub with a dull thud.

My goodness...this thing has such a temper! You can't even touch it!

I was in so much pain that I was sweating cold sweat. My sister seemed to sense something was wrong outside, she immediately stood up and knocked on the door, asking: “Xiaoluo, what's wrong Did you slip”

"No...nothings wrong..." Tears were welling up.

This is too scary... If it's just pain, then just bear with it and get through it.

But what if this thing goes mad and poisons me

That jerk, Mu Wanchen, if he truly wanted to let me go, he shouldn't have given me this time bomb!

I still need to discuss this with your senior brother and my father. I don't want to be poisoned for no reason, especially when I think of the tragic end of that woman who bled from her seven orifices. It's really...

By the way, the female ghost...

I raised my eyes to look at the beads on my wrist.

After being soaked in water, the beads became even stickier, darker, with a hint of yellow.

What on earth is this

"Little junior sister, your senior brother asked you to go to his courtyard to discuss matters. Good luck." Liu Ming, the second senior sister's voice rang outside.

I had just endured the pain, and upon hearing this, I couldn't help but cry out—How could Shixiong possibly let me off so easily!

He would definitely ask every detail to make sure he understood everything.

Let's not dwell on what was said before, it was just to soothe my emotions.

Now, look at me. I'm clean and calm. Let me just confess everything honestly.

I was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and pants pajama set, with a pair of linen slippers on my feet, I hesitated before stepping into Jun Shidi's courtyard.

Phew… Good thing Second Senior Brother is here too.

Second Senior Brother Qiu Zixing is a "Lánfāngrén" (Southern person). His family is in business, and by nature, they have the genes of shrewd people. He is one year older than Senior Brother Jun, but he respects him very much.

He was a good guy, taking on the tasks of apologizing for me, meeting with teachers and parents, signing my tests, and attending parent-teacher conferences from when I was little to now.

"...Junior Brother Jun, Junior Brother Qiu," I whispered, leaning against the doorframe.

"Oh my, little junior sister, your hair isn't dry yet. Running out like this will make you catch a cold." Senior Brother Qiu immediately went to find a towel to cover me with.

My senior brother sat in the main seat, with my backpack on the table. Everything inside was spilled out.

He was wearing white gloves and holding my already obsolete phone.

"...Whose phone is this" Jun Shidi asked in an unpleasant tone.

After my car was damaged, I helped an injured woman and children by the roadside. Then a young man said there was a shelter ahead that needed a doctor, so I followed him. Later, he gave me a bottle of drugged water...

My head drooped to my chest. I was actually fooled by such a childish move, how embarrassing.

And

"Later, when I woke up, there was a masked man beside me. My head was fuzzy at the time, and he made some moves that made me think he took advantage of me... It was him who got my phone and ID back for me. Those things were in the hands of the person who drugged me, and that person wanted to burn them—"

His senior brother hung his head, reaching out to touch the phone case that had melted halfway. He said coldly, "Burn This was caused by a highly corrosive liquid. There are no signs of burning on the metal casing, but the color has become brittle. Look..."

He dug at it with force, and a piece of the phone's metal casing cracked.

I was speechless.

The wounds on Mu Wanchen's hands, could it be caused by this corrosive liquid He got his hands contaminated with the corrosive liquid while trying to help me retrieve my documents and phone.

Senior Brother Qiu looked at me with concern, his voice low. "Junior Sister, have you offended someone you shouldn't have"

I nodded. The Great Shaman, he's someone you don't want to mess with, right

"But, but he didn't hurt me—" I couldn't help explaining to my senior brother.

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