Jing Chenjin grabbed the curtain, sat up from the bed suddenly, touched his heaving chest and gasped for breath, just now in the dream, he was forced into the corner by a swelling body, the man pointed at his cheek with a cold finger, and his nails sank deep into his skin.
There was a smell of fat powder between his noses, Jing Chenjin shrank suddenly, but his hand quickly grabbed the faint shadow next to the bed, that person's skin was warm, which made him feel a lot more at ease, he lit the oil lamp, and found that what he was holding in his hand was actually his own sister-in-law.
"Yu'er, what are you doing in my room in the middle of the night?"
He asked her with a gesture.
Jing Chenyu didn't answer him, but suddenly knelt on the ground with a bend of his knees, "Brother, stop, please stop." ” Jing Chenjin rolled his eyes impatiently, and quickly gestured a few times with his hands.
"Is it because of that Master Cheng, since he came, you have become unrelenting, and now you are still saying such nonsense, yes, Dad originally wanted to marry you to him, but this person actually brought up the old matter again, so it is impossible for the two of you to do it."
"No, it has nothing to do with him," Jing Chenyu knelt on the ground and moved a few steps forward, his fingers grabbing the corner of Jing Chenjin's clothes, "Brother, aren't you afraid?"
I would hear their cries every night, through the wall, one after another, so miserable that I couldn't hide from the quilt.
Brother, they also have their own fathers and mothers, lovers, don't you feel uneasy in your heart?
” Jing Chenjin broke her fingers in disgust, and her hands flew in the air, "This is their life, just like me, the good young master of the Jing family, it's not the same as being made dumb by God, besides, even if I want to turn back, I can't go back, the matter has come to this, I can't do anything at all." ” "Okay, then tell me, is Dongxiang also locked up by you?
I went to deliver food that day, and I seemed to vaguely hear her voice," she saw that Jing Chenjin was silent, so she pulled his arm like crazy, "How can you be so ruthless, Uncle Hu and Aunt Hu have been with our Cheng family for so many years, how can you do something to Dong Xiang, she is their only daughter......"
"Because she is cheap," Jing Chenjin glanced at his sister coldly, "casually giving her body to such a wild man, I don't think she will be such a clear and clean person." ” "And what about that girl, she was leaving, why?"
"She was sneaky that night, and I found out, shouldn't she never be in trouble?"
Jing Chenyu looked at his ten fingers dancing wildly, and suddenly felt that she had come to the wrong place, although the brother in her heart was not a cheerful person, he was by no means such a demon in human skin.
Can illness really wipe out all the good in a person's heart, leaving only a bottomless black?
She lowered her head and smiled to herself, pushed open the door and stepped into the rain and mist.
The lightning above her head "clicked", she looked up at the pagoda in front of her, and her mind came to mind the cold voice of her mother before she died: "Yu'er, he is a madman, if you want to be happy, you must leave him, leave here, Yu'er, you must remember your mother's words." ” Jing Chenyu fell into the heavy rain with a "bang", his face was full of desolation and despair, "It turned out that I was naïve, mother, I remember your words, Yu'er really remembered this time." ” It was late at night, the streets of Yuquan Town were empty, the heavy rain had dissipated, and the silver moonlight covered the vast lake like a widow's mourning dress.
There is not a single boat here, and there is a silence everywhere on the banks of the river, like the never-ending tranquility that death brings to the deceased.
Yan Niang's figure appeared on the edge of the spring lake, she held a copper needle in her hand, bent down and gently inserted it into the water, but the copper needle was also magical, standing straight after encountering the water, there was no sign of wanting to pour into the water.
Yan Niang closed her eyes tightly and sang softly in her mouth: "Zhanzhan River is full of water, there is maple, the eyes are extremely thousands of miles, sad spring, the soul returns, the soul returns......"
She chanted repeatedly, singing far away and sad.
Suddenly, the water of the lake shook twice, and then the copper needle vibrated and fell into the water, sinking into the depths of the blue waves.
Yan Niang stared intently at the surface of the lake, and she vaguely saw that something was quickly floating up from under the water, like a fluffy rotten aquatic weed, light and messy.
"Puff ......"
There were a few strange noises on the surface of the lake, and then a clump of jet-black hair rose out of the water and slowly floated towards the place where she stood.
Yan Niang's eyes narrowed into a slit, and she found that there was not only one hair on the water, and further away from her, the hair gathered more and more, and it was more than twenty.
Those black hairs were sprinkled together, and they spread densely in the spring lake.
Half a mournful face floated from under the water, and a pair of lifeless eyes looked at Yan Niang through the gap in her hair, as if waiting for something.
"It's a helpless move to summon you, but although Wang Zhiyu is stubborn, he is also a rare kind of love, if you can't find out the cause of your death, it is estimated that you will not be able to be peaceful in the second half of your life, for the sake of your childhood sweetheart, it is better to tell me the truth, first, to completely make that fool die, and second, you can also avenge you, no, for you."
There was a sudden gust of wind on the surface of the lake, and the wind was not a rushing airflow, but a whistling, to be more precise, it was the screams of countless women, and then, the lake was completely calm, and the hair that had been layered on the spring lake just now was gone, and the lake turned into a huge mirror in an instant, crystal clear, and the light could be seen.
In the mirror, a gorgeous and dark room appeared, with gold-sprayed walls and a multicolored glass roof, glowing a dull yellow glow in the light of candlelight.
In contrast to these lavish decorations, however, are the furnishings of the room, where there are no tables, no chairs, no beds, no beds, only a row of wooden shelves more than three feet high in the corner of the room.
The shelves are divided into three layers, each layer is placed with different things, Yan Niang took a step closer to the lake, wanting to look at the utensils on the shelves more carefully, but when she finally figured out what those things were, she was stunned for a moment, and then let out a lament from the deepest part of her heart.
On the first level of the shelf is a row of glass bottles, each containing a different color of liquid, orange, red, yellow and purple, which looks very good.
The second layer was a little creepy, with whips of varying thicknesses, some made of rattan and some of steel, covered with sharp thorns that glowed coldly in the light of the candlelight.
The third layer is something that Yan Niang is familiar with, it is a row of needles, this needle is much longer than the copper needles usually used for embroidery, from thick to fine, different specifications, different textures, but without exception stained with blood, some even under the cover of blood stains have a thick layer of rust.