"I don't know.
It is undeniable that the guy who harmed the innocent woman and made a human skin lantern was indeed missing in Princess Hulin's mansion, and where can it go "It's just that what kind of meaning does it mean to make a human skin lantern This guy spent most of the day working hard to kill, peel off the skin, make a lantern, and hang it at the city gate, it should always have a purpose" Chen Ziyou just couldn't understand this, so he fell into a predicament.
If you don't have a purpose, you don't know the murderer's intentions, and if you don't know the intentions, you don't know the murderer's next target.
We can't let it continue to plague innocent girls in the city.
"I remember there was a forbidden technique."
Yin Yutang had half of the memories of the Rakshasa Girl in her mind, even though it was vague, but when they mentioned this case, it made her more or less impressed.
"Lanterns made of human skins are meant to summon spirits."
Legend has it that there is a kind of evil ghost who committed too many evil things in his life, and after his death, he went to hell to peel the skin, and was skinned by the ghost, and thrown into the oil pot to fry repeatedly.
There was once a woman whose husband was a bully who plagued the village during his lifetime, and after being executed by the government, she went to the hell of skinning, and the woman knew some witchcraft, so she killed innocent women, stripped off their skins and made lanterns, and lit them on her husband's way home to summon her husband's soul.
And this case they are investigating coincides with this legend "I have something to remind you," Cheng Ziling didn't know much about this forbidden technique, "Recently, in this capital, it seems to be extremely unpeaceful, you better be careful, lest it" He didn't finish his sentence and replaced it with a sneer.
Not peacefulSince they appeared in the capital, the capital is not very peaceful.
The "creak" was particularly piercing, and the dilapidated wooden door was pushed open.
A rickety figure walked in, trembling, and set aside the two lanterns.
With a few packets of medicine in her other hand, she walked to the bed, checked it, and seemed to have no change, so she let out a long breath. complained, "Alas, it's been so long, why hasn't there been any improvement at all." ” Faintly on the couch, there was a person lying there, covered with a quilt, and it was difficult to see.
The old woman got used to it, and went to the stove to prepare a fire to boil the medicine.
"You unfilial rebel, my wife has raised you for so long, and I have worked so hard to make so many broken lanterns, and I have spent all my eyes to earn so much money, not enough to boil medicine for you."
"When did you wake up, our rice jar has long been empty.
Two days ago, I was lucky, I bumped into the princess, and I was rewarded with some money, so I don't have to worry about it these days.
But you are sick, how can you afford to use money like this, if you talk about these medicines, if you continue like this, we will both starve to death. ” Her son had been sick for many years, and had seen many doctors, but showed no signs of improvement, and lay motionless in bed like the living dead, all thanks to her, and when he was young, he learned some of the trade of tying lanterns from her short-lived husband, and did it quite well, and occasionally tied two lanterns and sold them in the market, and came back to her son for some money.
But now in the world outside, how can the business be so easy to do, and you may not even be able to sell a lantern after half a month.
This poor family can't use it, and the rich and noble families don't look down on their vulgar craftsmanship, and if this continues, I'm afraid that her son will be out of medicine.
"You were so dignified at the beginning, but this suddenly said no, it won't work, I saw the doctor, and I also said that you are fine, and you can wake up in three or five days.
But now three or five years have passed, and if you continue to survive, your mother will not be able to hold on, it doesn't matter if I survive to death, but what should you do?"
the old woman said earnestly, and now her only fear was that if she died one day, there would be no one to take care of her son.
After all these years of hard work, it was easy to earn some money, and I had to buy medicine for him, and I wanted to save it, and then find other doctors to take a look.
When her youngest son went to the ice to dig a hole in the ice to catch fish in the winter, he somehow fell into the ice hole, but fortunately, a few strong young people in the village chiseled through the ice and rescued her son.
At that time, her son was so cold that he asked the doctor to see, the doctor only said that it didn't matter, it would be fine in a while, three or five days became three or five years, her son now has no signs of improvement, before and after a few doctors to see, can not find any reason, but now she is also old, I don't know which day will not be able to move, I really have to wait until that day, I don't know how their mother and son should live.
"You're miserable.
Before you were born, your father carried the coffin and slammed it on the coffin, and they said that our mother and I had a bad life, so they drove me out, and finally found a place to stay, you say, you made it like this again" I really don't know what kind of catastrophe this is, she has to suffer such a great crime.
Her son was originally fine, but he couldn't afford to get sick all of a sudden, and now he seems to have lost his soul, which really makes her unable to figure out how to think about it.
Could it be that at the beginning, she really encountered something unclean, but what was it that dared to hook her son's soul Looking at her son who was motionless on the bed, she was obviously still so angry, but she couldn't wake up for a long time, like a piece of wood, and she inevitably muttered in her heart.
It seems that I still have to go and worship the white immortal.
Counted the remaining silver money in his pocket, thinking about how he would have to pick up something tomorrow morning, last time he went empty-handed like this, Bai Daxian didn't even look at her, and after a while, people drove her out.
But it's just a little bit of money, and if you use it, it's really gone, and you don't know how to live in the future After thinking about it, the old woman had no idea, and threw the firewood in her hand into the stove fire without a single one, no matter how she thought about it, she felt very bored, and if her son couldn't wake up, she didn't want to live.
This child is her only relative, so she can't really wait until the day when she can't hold on and take her son to die together.
Thinking that she saw Bai Daxian tomorrow morning, she had to beg for it, maybe Bai Daxian took pity on her and was willing to help her again, it was Bai Daxian who helped her and let her see her son's soul before she believed that her son was still saved, but after so much time had passed, there was no improvement, and this patience was exhausted day by day.
Even if she could see her son's soul again, and ask her son why he didn't want to wake up, he couldn't continue to sleep like this.
"It's all you and I who have been on you for a day in my life, and you killed your father before you were born, and now, I can't kill you," she complained, losing more and more confidence.
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