Yan Niang was still singing, her voice was steady, as if she hadn't noticed the vision in the swamp.
Jiang Xixi took a breath, walked from behind her to the edge of the swamp, stood side by side with Yan Niang, and stared intently at the bubbles that were gathering more and more in the swamp.
They came out one after another, making a "cooing" sound, drifting from the center in the direction of the copper needle, as if a transparent glass bridge had been built in the swamp.
The glimmer of the morning light reflected on the bubbles, illuminating them in a colorful light, like a beautiful rainbow, but even though this spectacle was extremely beautiful, Jiang regretted that she had no intention of appreciating it, her breath kept falling in her throat, and her heartbeat became faster and faster, and as the bubbles moved, the blood in her body was stirred and boiled.
Finally, these bubbles came to the bottom of the copper needle, only about two or three feet away from Jiang Xixi's feet, Jiang Xixi held his breath and condensed, slowly bowed down, looked at the shadow on the bubble that was pulled into a strange shape, and swallowed hard.
"Smack."
The bubbles all burst open in an instant, and for a while, there was a whining sound, and countless distorted faces floated out from the direction where the bubbles burst, all of which rushed towards Jiang Xixi, wrapping her in the middle.
These faces are pale, maybe too white, they are a little transparent, stacked together, mixed together, scrambling to tell Jiang Xixi, there are shouts, there are groans, there are roars, there are sorrows, they have been suppressed for too long, and there are countless sorrows in their hearts to confide in people, but they don't know that these voices are heard by the living, and they are like ten thousand years of cold ice covering their heads, as if they are in the ice of the snow cellar.
Jiang Xixi was trapped in the middle of a cloud of white mist, so cold that her upper and lower teeth collided, her body was stiff and unable to move, and even her eyelashes were covered with a layer of frost, so that her vision was no longer clear, and she could only see the sad or sad faces that came one after another, and other than that, all the scenes seemed to become blurred, making her feel as if she was in a dream.
But even so, she tried to keep her ears pricked up, listening carefully to what the geists were saying, and a thousand words drifted past her ears, and she was engrossed, trying to grasp every word in their words, repeating them again and again, lest she miss a single point.
However, his body finally couldn't withstand the attack of the cold, and Jiang Xixi felt that the blood all over his body was frozen, and his hair became heavy and covered with ice edges.
She tried to move her fingers, but found that every time she moved, there was a slight "click" sound, and it turned out that the top ten fingers were also covered with a thin layer of frost.
Her breathing became more and more rapid, her vision became more and more blurry, and she felt that her mind was heavy, and she could no longer hear a single sound.
Just when her body was tilted towards the ground, her back was suddenly grabbed, she fell into Yan Niang's arms, and shouted at her with all her might, "Miss Yan, it turns out that the soul can say so much, so good to be long-winded."
Her hand was held in the palm of Yan Niang's palm, and she blew at Jiang Xixi's hands that were already frozen and stiff, and a stream of heat suddenly rushed out, spreading along Jiang Xixi's fingers and spreading to every corner of her body.
Jiang Xixi shivered with comfort, feeling warm from head to toe, and even the frost and ice cubes on his hair turned into a stream of heat and floated towards the sky.
She blinked her eyes, breathed a deep sigh of relief, and said to Yan Niang with a smile, "It's okay now, I'm comfortable."
Oh Qing, his face suddenly showed a look of panic, and he hurriedly grabbed Yan Niang's hand, and said hurriedly, "While I still remember, I will tell the girl all their words, otherwise in a moment and a half, I am afraid that I will forget all of them, and I have not learned half of the skills of adults." ” Yan Niang sneered, "Girl, don't worry, slowly say to me, even if I don't remember it so exactly, I can roughly deduce it." ” Jiang Xixi's heart eased slightly, so he rushed to her the words he heard one by one.
"There was a little girl, who looked about the same age as Xun'er, and she said that she had fled from the north, and when she passed through the woods, her father told her to wait here, and he came as soon as he went, but he walked all night, and the little girl was hungry, so she wanted to come to the woods to find something to eat, but without thinking, she fell into the swamp.
I don't know how long it has been, but she no longer feels hungry, but she doesn't want to leave here, because she thinks her father will come back to look for her. ” "There were six men who looked like soldiers, and the armor on their bodies that I had never seen before, and they did not look like soldiers of my Great Song Dynasty, and they said that they had been sent here by the general to investigate the enemy's situation, and how did they know that they had strayed into the birch forest and fell into the swamp one after another, and none of them survived.
They also asked me to tell their family that they had come here to collect their bodies, and by the way, they said that they were from General Li Sheng's subordinates, and their family lived in Huangyang County, Longzhou. ” "There was also a lame old couple who said that they were killed by thieves on the way home, and their bodies were thrown into the swamp, and all the money on their bodies was looted, and they said that the silver was used for their son's wife, and they were worried that if the money was gone, the child would blame himself."
Jiang Xi chattered for a long time, until the sun rose half high and her throat was dry and smoking, and finally she couldn't find anything from her brain anymore, so she swallowed and looked at Yan Niang, "I have already told the girl everything I remember, can the girl find anything from the words of these unjust souls?"
” Yan Niang looked at her stunned for a while, then locked her eyebrows and pondered for a long time at the swamp, then turned around and stared at Jiang Xixi's eyes again, and asked softly, "These people either fell into the mire and drowned, or were thrown here after death, is there no other way to die?"
” Jiang Xixi dug desperately in his mind again, and shook his head at Yan Niang, "No, if it is a strange death, I will remember it clearly, it can be seen that no one really died unusually." ” Yan Niang raised her eyebrows slightly puzzled, "So, did they ever say that there is something under this quagmire?"
” "Yes, mud, bones, cowhide bags, by the way, there are also some gold, silver, beads, hairpins and jade ornaments, all left by the people who died here."
Jiang Xixi said word by word to Chong Yanniang.
But Yan Niang was even more puzzled when she heard it, "Besides, is there nothing else?"
” Jiang Xixi shook his head heavily, "I haven't heard of it."
Seeing that Yan Niang's face became more and more solemn, she slowly walked over and asked softly, "Miss Yan, isn't this normal?"
Why do you seem so worried?
”