Chapter 4: Inserting the Dagger of Fantasy and Mystery into the Mailbox

  "That's the young master's photo." A boy's voice suddenly came from beside me, giving me a big fright. Only then did I realize that I had been bent over, staring at the photo for a long time, and Hou Dàyǒng, who was waiting behind me to enter the room, looked at me with a helpless expression.

  "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I said repeatedly, my face flushing red.

  He looked up and scrutinized the person who had just spoken, only to find that it was a young man. No, more accurately, he was a beautiful young man. He stood at 1.8 meters tall, with high cheekbones, a pointed chin, and a pair of clear and transparent eyes. Their gazes met for several seconds, and he felt an electric shock. Probably not many girls could withstand the gaze of those beautiful eyes. Luckily, I'm a guy!

  "Hello, I'm Li Xiaoshu! Are you Ming Xiaoyu?"

  "Ah, sorry to disturb you." The daze just now was indeed a bit rude. Now that the host has appeared, it feels a bit awkward and I don't know what to say. Just nodding in response.

  Hou Dàyǒng shouted from the side: "Where's the white flower money? She said she was going to bring it, didn't she?"

  "She just arrived and is having tea in the study room. How did you get here?"

  Took the bus and transferred twice.

  "I didn't go to school this morning, next time still take my car!"

  "Haha, no big deal. We chatted all the way here. This guy is also a badminton master, next time we can have a match with him."

  When I mentioned badminton masters, Li Xiaoshu smiled and turned her head to me, "There's a badminton court in the neighborhood, let's go play later?"

  Uh... I looked down at my dusty shoes with some embarrassment.

  Hou Dayong hastily changed the subject, "We're both exhausted, can't we take a break and talk about it later?"

  "Oh, I forgot about this. Let's go to the study, Uncle Ou has already prepared tea and snacks."

  Li Xiaoshu turned around and led us deeper into the room.

  This is a typical European-style villa. From the entrance to the corridor leading to the room, both sides are hung with all sorts of brown picture frames, some are photos, some are stamps, and as you walk along, it's like entering a history museum.

  At the end of the corridor were two doors, one was closed and the other was ajar, with occasional gentle breezes coming from inside. We entered in single file.

  The room was very bright, with bookshelves on all four sides, leaving only a large glass sliding door facing the entrance. The door was also European-style, with light green plant-patterned curtains hanging from it. A gentle breeze blew through the curtains and into the house. Outside the door was a garden, with a table and four chairs. On the table were a tea set, a book, and a plump girl sitting in one of the chairs, elegantly holding a teacup and savoring its contents - it was Bai Huamian.

  The three of us sat down at the table one after another. Bai Huaqian poured two cups of tea for me and Hou Dayong.

  Li Xiaoshu excitedly opened the book for us to see. It was a stamp album, extremely old, so old that the stamps inside had begun to fade. For ordinary people to be able to see such ancient stamps is already a rare opportunity.

  I was savoring the patterns on those old stamps. Suddenly I heard Baihuajin say, "Xiaoyu, give me your hand."

  I looked up at Bai Huaqian with a puzzled expression. She smiled and stretched out her chubby hand, grabbed my left hand that was placed beside the tea tray, and pressed it onto the envelope.

  I turned around and looked at Hou Dayong, but I didn't understand which act was about to start. He stared at me with no expression.

  Just then, Bai Huoqian said: "Let's begin!"

  A bright light flashed before my eyes, followed by a heart-wrenching pain that came from my left hand. I looked down to see a gleaming dagger stuck in my left hand, piercing through the palm and into the desk. Fresh blood gushed out.

  Li Xiaoshu's eyes were red, holding the other end of the dagger, while continuing to apply force downwards, sinisterly smiling: "Tomorrow there will be a news report: Xiangcheng No. 1 Middle School new transfer student electrocuted to death!"

  In the blink of an eye, the white flower in front of me was no longer the chubby little sister Xiaoyue, but a thin and gaunt female demon with a murderous aura, using her dry and bony hands to tightly press down on my palm.

  I gritted my teeth and stretched out my right hand to grab Li Xiao's icy wrist. He flipped his hand over and pinched, and five dark finger marks immediately appeared on my right hand, the pain intensifying even more.

  I suddenly withdrew my right hand and seized the teapot, which I then used to strike Li Xiaosu on the head.