Chapter 117 Music Box
The music box that Song Yan placed in a hidden corner of Song Lan's room is not something that can be dealt with so easily. This music box is the soul shell of a witch who likes to scare the villagers. Although Song Yan can't kill Song Lan now, as long as this music box is still there, she can always embarrass her. In Song Lan's room, she didn't even have a peaceful night's sleep. The witch's soul would haunt Song Lan. Every night she would dream of the things she was afraid of and know what Song Lan had done. With so many things that were worse for others, there must be a lot of skeletons hidden in her closet, enough to scare her for days.
What’s even more exciting is that witches hate beautiful women the most.
Song Yan turned his head, took one last look at the music box, and then snapped his fingers, breaking the seal of the witch's soul. As long as this box was there, Song Lan could temporarily forget about the good looks, and this box, even the old man hired by Song Lan and Chu Lian, could not detect it no matter how hard he tried. Even if he could, he didn't know how to deal with it.
After dealing with Song Lan, she walked out of Song Lan's room in the house that once belonged to her. After successfully driving her out, Song Lan occupied her room, which did not surprise her - after all, that girl had always been desperate to snatch all the good things she had. She was so determined to make Song Yan as miserable as possible that one time, Song Lan secretly ate a bunch of seafood that her father brought her when he was conscious for fun, and refused to recognize Song Lan as his daughter.
But in order not to affect the shares of the Song Group, after Chu Lian's mother passed away, he let Chu Lian and her daughter stay at home, and Chu Lian rushed to get a share of the pie.
She was allergic to seafood, but in order to see Song Yan unhappy, Song Lan was willing to suffer.
Song Yan shook her head, trying to get rid of the unbearable unpleasant memories, and turned to walk towards the master bedroom. She knew this mother and daughter very well - and knew that Chu Lian must have occupied the bedroom shared by her mother and father. After all, how many times had Chu Lian sneaked through that corridor to peek at her mother and father.
She was just as jealous and cruel as her daughter, and if anything, Song Lan was definitely ten steps ahead of her mother.
Walking around the narrow corridor and turning left, Song Yan arrived at the third floor of the Song Mansion. He stopped in front of the master bedroom. Sure enough, Chu Lian was sleeping quietly in her mother's bed. In the room that had been renovated by her mother, although all traces of her mother had been replaced, the essence of the former mistress of the Song family was still there.
She paced towards Chu Lian, whose eyes were closed and whose breathing was more steady than the calmest man in the world. She slept carefree, and her mother's soul was screaming in pain, wanting revenge. With her fingers clenched, Song Yan struggled for two seconds, wanting to release her mother's soul to Chu Lian, so that she could deal with this vicious woman.
But she did not endure for the sake of her mother's reincarnation and her new life. She already had a task in front of her, which was to find her mother's body before she even thought of hurting Chu Lian. The other half of her soul was trapped inside. This woman knew where her mother was buried. If she killed her, how could she find where her mother's body was hidden?
So, she did not hurt Chu Lian, but directly took out the body of the disciple stored in the soul ring and placed it next to Chu Lian. Was she disgusted by doing this? No, she had seen worse things than this, but she still walked into the bathroom of the master bedroom and washed her hands. She didn't want to bring any negative emotions to the real Song family now.
Then she walked out of the room as cool as a cucumber.
"You scare me sometimes, you know." Fang Yanli, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke up, with a look of horror on her face, and why wouldn't she? She had just seen her master, shrivel up a guy like a raisin, take out a highly cursed thing to teach someone a lesson, and then pick up the desiccated corpse and put it next to someone without even blinking an eye.
Song Yan strode down the stairs, raising his eyebrows calmly. "Am I?"
“Of course, you know!” Fang Yanli said, rubbing the nonexistent goose bumps on her arms. “Next time if I offend you, you’d better punish me on the spot, or at least let me know so that I can apologize before you come after me.”
Fang Yanli's words almost made Song Yan laugh out loud. She didn't go to the door, but turned right on the first floor. Seeing that she didn't leave immediately, but walked into the mansion, Fang Yanli straightened her back - what should she do now? What exactly did she want to do?