"Why?"
Yang Xiaoyun slightly raised her slender eyebrows.
"Although I claim to be a ghost, I don't actually wish to become one."
A laughing voice from inside the large red sedan said, "These people all died right on this line, without stepping over it; evidently, there is something peculiar about this ground. I didn't expect that Su, the Chief of the Escort, not only has excellent martial arts skills but also excels in using poison?"
"Sharp eyes."
Yang Xiaoyun did not answer the question but quietly glanced at the large red sedan before swiftly heading towards the main house's drawing-room.
At the same time, the ground began to rumble. Zhen Xiaoxiao, who had already checked the entire yard, followed right behind Yang Xiaoyun.
The poison indeed was laid by Su Mo, though he is not proficient in its use.
