Strange things happen, and I drive the evil god mad by chasing debts.

The other person's slow, deliberate speech made Shen Qingchan impatient: "Speak clearly, what do you mean, 'little sister'?"

Li Shuifeng scratched her head, staring blankly at the swing: "I...I don't remember..."

Seeing this, Pei Wuwang advised, "Forget it, let's go in and take a look. We should be able to figure out what's going on."

The two continued walking inside. Since the He family was wiped out, no one had cleaned the house.

The ground along the way was covered with a dark, sticky liquid that would stick to your shoes if you stepped on it, and it also emitted a pungent, putrid smell.

Shen Qingchan glanced down and noticed something on her rusty red shoes. Disgusted, she rubbed her foot against them and muttered, "So dirty!"

Looking at her now, Pei Wuwang finally realized that she was a girl.

Previously, Shen Qingchan's actions were decisive and ruthless, always exceeding his expectations.

Seeing the other person's charmingly disdainful expression, she revealed a touch of girlish tenderness.

She's quite good-looking...

The thought had barely formed in his mind when Pei Wuwang snapped back to reality, his ears turning bright red.

When he looked up again, the other person had already walked far away, so he quickly followed.

The He family compound was very large, with many side rooms, and the two of them walked through them one by one.

A simple and dilapidated mourning shed was erected in front of the main hall, with faded white cloth curtains fluttering in the wind.

The edges were yellowed and brittle, with many tears and loose ends, hanging limply under the eaves.

Several strings of pale white funeral banners hung from the crossbeams of the mourning tent.

The banners were damp and stiff, the ink on them blurred and incomplete, and they slapped against each other when the wind blew, making a dull slapping sound.

Shen Qingchan pinched her nose, lifted the rough, dusty cloth hanging on the door, shook it, and a thick layer of dust fell to the ground.

The fabric revealed its original colors, a mix of gray and red. The dark red was from bloodstains, while the gray was from the fine ash that hadn't been shaken off.

This strip of cloth should have been white.

Pei Wuwang saw this and explained, "A funeral was held in this house, and then the whole family was wiped out."

"The memorial hall..." Shen Qingchan stared at the fabric, tilting her head in deep thought.

The anniversary of the death is a day of sacrifice, which may correspond to the day the He family was wiped out...

Just then, the system's noisy electromagnetic sound rang in my mind again—

[Congratulations, host, you have successfully entered the A-level dungeon - Memorial Hall]

[Current Scene: He Family Compound, He Family Memorial Day.]

[Host's Identity: He Family's Wet Nurse]

[Three rules for randomly hiding characters have been loaded.]

Shen Qingchan opened the panel and took a look.

[Rule 1: When caring for the frail young lady at night, she must not be allowed near the mourning hall. If the young lady suddenly coughs or wheezes, she should be dressed in an old cotton coat from her bedroom immediately.]

[Rule Two: When the red moon is high in the sky, please keep your door locked. Do not answer if you hear strange calls or knocking on the window.]

[Rule 3: Do not interfere if the young lady is playing with thin air. If she waves towards the direction of the mourning hall, immediately blindfold her and take her away from the area. No lights are allowed in the room that night.]

[Warning: Violating any rule will result in your soul being imprisoned in the He family compound, forced to endlessly mourn in place of Miss.]

Shen Qingchan looked at the absurd rules. Why couldn't the young lady in mourning be allowed to approach the mourning hall?

At the same time, Pei Wuwang looked up at Shen Qingchan: "Did you receive the message regarding the rules? What is your identity?"

Shen Qingchan answered simply and directly: "The He family's wet nurse."

Pei Wuwang understood: "I am the He family's steward, specifically responsible for taking care of Miss. It seems we have the same task."

Pei Wuwang looked around, puzzled: "But where is this young lady now? The He family is clearly deserted."

A cold wind blew and rustled all around, while the red moon hung high in the sky, and the candlelight in the mourning hall rose slowly under its glow.

The blue candlelight illuminated Shen Qingchan's face.

"Wet nurse..." A clear, childlike voice suddenly rang out.

Shen Qingchan turned her head and saw a child carrying a doll walking towards her. Her eyes had been gouged out, leaving two dark, gaping holes.

Two braids were tied around her head, wrapped around her neck like snakes.

Li Shuifeng stared at the figure, then, momentarily stunned, said, "It's my sister..."

Seeing the little girl lift her foot to walk towards her, Shen Qingchan suddenly hissed, "Don't move!"

The first rule is that "ladies" are strictly prohibited from approaching the funeral hall.

The child paused in confusion, then quickened his pace and walked over.

Seeing this, Pei Wuwang stepped forward to stop her. As the deputy envoy of the Demon Suppression Division, he had many years of experience and quickly got into character: "Miss, it's cold at night. I'll take you home."

The little girl pushed him away; she was stronger than an ordinary child.

"I don't want to go back, I want you guys to play with me."

"Ah... I see so many people wanting to play with me..." She smiled gently, her lips curving to the back of her ears, and suddenly raised the other hand that was holding the doll, as if to beckon.

Seeing this, Shen Qingchan didn't care about anything else. She grabbed the child by the waist, tucked the child and the child into her arm, and dragged them away.

"Ah...Nanny, what are you doing!" The child grabbed her arm in great dissatisfaction, his gaping mouth revealing a row of densely packed teeth.

Seeing that the person was about to bite, Shen Qingchan pushed open the door without hesitation and threw the person inside.

boom--

A dull thud sounded, and Pei Wuwang stared in disbelief.

The other party just threw the child into the room like that... just threw him there!

As expected, the child got angry. She slowly got up, her nostrils flaring, and her braids grew longer and thicker like snakes, heading straight for Shen Qingchan.

"Wait!" Shen Qingchan's clear voice interrupted the little girl's actions.

She grinned and asked, "Do you have any last words?"

Shen Qingchan looked at the other person's arrogant appearance and curled the corner of her mouth: "Your mother told me to lock you up inside."

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her hand and slammed the door shut before the little girl could react.

The child, locked in the door, pounded on the doors and windows, his voice shrill and echoing throughout the mansion: "Let me out! Let me out!"

Pei Wuwang swallowed hard, and asked uncertainly, "Are we just going to lock him up like this?"

Shen Qingchan didn't take it seriously: "Otherwise what?"

Pei Wuwang: "Can this door lock her in?"

Shen Qingchan's gaze fell on Pei Wuwang's pocket, and she asked with her hands on her hips, "Where's your exorcism talisman?"

Pei Wuwang: "..."

"Hurry up and take it out!"

Shen Qingchan urged him on, so Pei Wuwang had no choice but to quickly take out the talisman. The golden talisman was affixed to the door, forming a golden barrier, and the child inside became completely quiet.

Watching Shen Qingchan's actions, Li Shuifeng said somewhat uncomfortably, "I thought you should at least try to comfort her..."

Shen Qingchan raised an eyebrow: "Who says this isn't allowed?"

It seems there really isn't one.

The children in the room fell silent, but the sound of gongs and drums filled the mourning hall.

The crackling sounds echoed throughout the He mansion, and one could vaguely hear someone chanting some kind of spell.

Pei Wuwang frowned: "Isn't the He family short of people?"