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"Ah …" Yan Qingyi abruptly slapped her leg and sat up from the sofa. "Senior Brother, I understand!"

"Know what?" Mu Chengnan asked curiously.

"The little boy that I dreamt of must be the deceased. He had a dream with me, and then he took me to point to a few places. Come here …" Holding Mu Chengnan's hand, Yan Qingyi walked to the opposite side of the television set and pointed behind it