1180 Haunted House 1

Like a specter's lament.

It was just a single chuckle of resentful laughter, and upon closer listening, the laughter suddenly ceased, as if it were an illusion.

Looking around, aside from the cold wind blowing, not a ghostly shadow was seen.

In the cold night, within the desolate abandoned mansion, if it had been anyone else, they would have been so frightened they'd turn tail and run.

Su Qingyue looked toward Xiao Yuchuan's calm expression, "Third brother, did you hear that laughter just now?"

He nodded, "I did."

"And yet you weren't frightened?"

He lowered his head and pressed a kiss on her forehead, "I am your husband, even if there truly were ghosts, I would stand before you and not let them harm you."

She was deeply moved by his words. Third brother had no martial arts skills, but he was ready to protect her with his life.