Chapter 493 The Yang House on the Yin House (1)

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"The driver ran away, we can't drive, what should we do?"

Yang Zimei said to Xuehu with a wry smile, "Do you want us to walk back?"

Xuehu jumped out of her arms and turned into a human figure, "Then walk back slowly."

"There are still more than 100 kilometers."

Yang Zimei said with some sweat, "At our speed, it may be dawn."

"It's just dawn, I just want to go with you!"

Xuehu said in a stubborn tone that he had never had before.

Yang Zimei looked at him, thinking that he was leaving tomorrow, it would be good to get along a little more like this.

The two walked side by side...

One has a fluttering white dress, and the other has an ancient costume covered in white clothes. Both of them have long hair hanging down to their waists. They walk lightly, as if the wind is blowing under their feet. They walk on the road with ethereal elegance and speed.

Occasionally, a vehicle passed by them, and they all thought they had encountered a ghost, and they were so frightened that they raced wildly.

Yang Zimei couldn't help but want to laugh every time she saw a car scare away. She thought it was really fun to play tricks and scare people.

"Girl, let me sing to you!"

Xuehu looked at her smiling face that finally revealed, and squinted and smiled.

"OK!"

Yang Zimei readily agreed.

Xuehu's voice is so nice, as if it came from the sound of nature, and it must be nice and moving when you sing.

Xuehu cleared his throat and sang.

The more Yang Zimei listened, the more familiar the pronunciation of his lyrics became. He couldn't help but ask, "What language do you sing in this?"

"I don't know what language it is. I only know that this is a very old song that has been handed down by our fox clan." Xuehu said.

"I seem to have heard the singing of this language somewhere." Yang Zimei tried her best to think.

"Unless your man sang it before, there's no way anyone else could sing it." Xuehu said.

"Yes, yes, he used to sing a lullaby like that."

Yang Zimei hummed the lullaby roughly.

"I can sing too."

Xuehu sang softly.

His voice is different from Long Zhutian's low magnetic, with an ethereal soft tone, humming, unique flavor, and truly hypnotic.

Xiao Qian was immediately hypnotized and fell asleep.

Yang Zimei also started yawning and wanted to stay in bed.

Xuehu stopped singing, looked at her and asked, "Is it this?"

Yang Zimei nodded, "Almost the same."

"Then your man has at least half of our bloodline, otherwise, I wouldn't be so familiar with his aura." Xuehu said.

"Half-human, half-demon?"

Yang Zimei asked suspiciously.

"It's possible, but I can't find any trace of his demon. Anyway, he feels weird to me." Xuehu said.

Yang Zimei recounted what happened to Long Zhutian on the peach wood card, and took out the peach wood card to Xuehu, "Can you see what's different about it?"

Xuehu didn't take the peach wood card, shook his head and said, "I don't know, many things may be a kind of fate."

Yang Zimei touched the pattern on the peach wood sign with her fingers. Yes, it might be fate, otherwise, it would not be lost in Africa, and finally returned to her hand after a thousand miles.

The two of them were walking, and they saw a house on the side of the road, the lights were on, and they were making a noise.

Yang Zimei raised his eyes and saw that the sky above the house was full of yin and evil spirits.

Looking more closely, I found that the door of this house was facing very strangely.

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