Another thing that made Yan Qingrui helpless but had to doubt was that Xu Yun's old charlatan's words were not sure whether they were reliable or not.

But now that people have arrived here, I can only believe what Xuyun said is true.

Yan Qingrui was originally hidden between the hook eaves and brackets in the east wing of one of the yards. She originally wanted to analyze and judge first before continuing. After all, she is now a headless fly. This kind of action that takes luck and has no goal is very uncomfortable and unaccustomed to it.

However, before she could look at her position clearly, she heard an old voice saying, "Ouch!"

Looking at the sound, it turned out that there was someone in the small garden in the yard. It was an old lady. The old lady was in her seventies, but she was... practicing a swing.

Just now, she was unstable, her body staggered, and she fell to the ground. At this moment, she was muttering and whispering pain, and she reached out to rub her old waist.

After rubbing for a while, she stood up tremblingly, turned around the swing, and said to herself: "Why is it just unstable? What's wrong with it? She was fine when she sat in the afternoon!"

While she said that, she sat on it, as if she wanted to try the problem with her body.

Although Yan Qingrui was on the roof, she clearly saw that the rope on the side of the swing was almost broken, with only a very thin thread connected.

If this old lady sat on it, the swing would definitely fall to the ground. If a swing was nearly one meter high from the ground, an old lady in her seventies would obviously not be able to do martial arts like this. Is this the rhythm of losing her life?

Although Yan Qingrui came for one purpose, she could not ignore such an elderly old woman who fell to death in front of her.

And at this time, the old lady had already sat down.

The rope that was only a little connected was subjected to external force and immediately broke.

Yan Qingrui flew down without thinking, swirling against the ground, stretched out her hand to hold the broken side.

So, the old lady who had just fallen to the ground tilted, and then the swing was stable again.

The old lady sat on it and shook it, weighed it again, and said with satisfaction: "Well, it seems that she is old, she is obviously very stable..."

Yan Qingrui who stabilized her side: "..."

The old lady is very light, but it is not a big deal for her to hold her in such a way.

The old lady didn't know that the rope had broken on one side. She probably felt that the swing was very stable and sat very comfortably, so she couldn't get off after sitting. She grabbed the side of the intact rope with one hand and muttered to herself: "I'm old and can't sleep anymore. Fortunately, there is this swing frame for sitting."

There was a sense of sadness and sadness in the voice.

As she said that, she moved again, and then said strangely: "Why don't the swing be shaken?"

Yan Qingrui: "..."

She didn't want to be discovered, so she could only follow the old lady's strength and gently shake the swing.

But she was still a little troublesome when she was shaking it manually.

I don’t know if it was an illusion or what happened, but when I was shaking, the swing was much heavier than before, as if the old lady’s weight had increased.

If the old lady wants to shake the swing for the night, would she have to hold the swing for the night?

Not to mention whether her hands can bear them, she can't waste them here either.
Chapter completed!