Qin Xiaoya stroked the Trojan horse beside him. "This family must love their children very much."

Ye Shui-ink and Ye Zhao looked at each other for fear of stirring up Qin Xiaoya's sadness and quietly pulling people out of the room. Because I think of bad memories, I even lost some enthusiasm for exploration.

Ye's flashlight in ink accidentally shone into Qin Xiaoya's hand. "Xiaoya, what's in your hand?"

Qin Xiaoya bowed her head, three flashlights shining at the same time on her palm, her hands covered with red blood.

"Blood!" Qin Xiaoya screamed and rushed upstairs. Ye Shuihua and ink rushed to chase him. On the stairs, he heard...