Cheng Dexuan picked up the thing, his eyes swept lightly over the papier-mâché placket and the blue lotus pattern outlined with a pen, and said, "This dress is so light, if you wear it for your father, I'm afraid it won't be able to keep out the cold." ” Liu Ziqian smiled, "Father's words are so weird, my daughter-in-law often hears people say that the cold in the underworld is too heavy, so I specially painted Qinglian on this paper clothes, in order to drive away evil spirits and avoid the cold, so that you can live in peace in the underworld." ” Cheng Dexuan looked at her coldly, "But Letter, I'm not dead yet, it's you who died." ” Hearing this, Liu Ziqian's complexion changed sharply, her face was blue and pale, and it was covered with red sores, like a bud waiting to bloom.
She stood up from the chair suddenly, two cold lights appeared in her eyes, her seeping face approached Cheng Dexuan, and slowly squeezed out a sentence from between her teeth, "You can use it right away, today next year is your death day, your children and grandchildren, when the time comes, you will have to make an extra winter coat, I will prepare it for you in advance, wouldn't you be happy." ” Cheng Dexuan was forced to retreat again and again by the rotten breath that erupted from her mouth, but he still said strongly, "These are your illusions, the old man will not believe it, I advise you to be smart and leave the old man's house quickly, otherwise I will go to the mage of Daxiangguo Temple tomorrow to accept you, so that you will never be able to live forever." ” Liu Ziqian was obviously not intimidated by his words, she held the paper clothes filled with cotton in both hands, and walked towards Cheng Dexuan step by step, when her hand touched Cheng Dexuan's arm, he was taken aback, because Liu Ziqian's hand was colder than cold iron, and it was extremely stiff, and he struggled several times, but to no avail.
Liu Ziqian sneered twice, and her tone suddenly changed to a man's voice, soft, and it sounded very harsh, "Master Cheng, how do you find a helper?"
You're going to die, is your soul floating in front of the Buddha's hall to plead?
I think, the Buddha will not pay attention to you, you have blood on your hands, you are full of sin, how can the gods and Buddhas help such a person as you?
” As soon as the words fell, she covered the paper clothes in her hand towards Cheng Dexuan, who looked frightened, threw him to the ground, pressed her hands on the clothes, and blocked his mouth and nose tightly.
During the struggle, the paper clothes "hissed" and cracked, and the cotton inside was squeezed out of the crack and filled in Cheng Dexuan's nose and mouth, leaving him no gap to breathe.
Cheng Dexuan screamed strangely, trying to push Liu Ziqian away with both hands, but she had great strength, and her whole body sat on Cheng Dexuan's body, suppressing his limbs, making his resistance seem extraordinarily powerless.
Cheng Dexuan's chest tightened more and more, as if thousands of thin needles were piercing his lungs, his throat seemed to explode, the fire burned so painfully, and even a pair of eyes that were deeply wrinkled erupted slightly, almost jumping out of his eye sockets.
He once again thought of Cheng Muyou's words: cause and effect are not absolute, but they must be inevitable, there is no way for good and evil, only people call For example, now, this feeling that life is worse than death, as if you are in hell.
After a while, the little consciousness that remained began to leave him little by little, and he tried to grasp the last bit of clarity, only to find that all he could feel as he died was deep fear.
He was afraid, and after living for so many years, he tasted fear for the first time.
He is afraid of death, and he is even more afraid of being questioned by those unjust souls who died at his hands after death, especially that person, the Ninety-Five Venerable who is looked up to by thousands of people.
What would he say to himself?
Cheng Dexuan, for your own selfish interests, you actually murdered the founding emperor of the Great Song Dynasty?
Thinking of this, his body spasmed heavily, and then began to tremble slightly, unable to stop, unable to stop, like the few dead leaves left in the treetops in the bitter wind and rain.
"Father, what are you doing?"
Cheng Qiuchi's voice seemed to float down from a long distance in the sky, swirling in the air for a long time before it fell to his ears.
Then, he felt that he had been pushed violently, and he fell heavily to the ground, his body was in pain, but his consciousness returned, and his breathing gradually became calmer.
In confusion, he opened his eyes, but saw Liu Ziqian being pulled up from the ground by Cheng Qiuchi and protected in his arms.
She was crying, her face covered with tears, as if she had been greatly frightened.
"Xianggong," she said intermittently while sobbing, "I saw that it was cold, so I hurried to make a cotton coat for my father, but when I brought the clothes to my father, he said a lot of inexplicable things to me, and pressed me to the ground, and blocked my mouth and nose with my clothes, if Xianggong hadn't rushed back in time, I am afraid that I and the child in my womb would have to go to Huangquan together." ” After speaking, she cried even more, and hid behind Cheng Qiuchi, as if she didn't want to get too close to Cheng Dexuan.
Cheng Dexuan looked around, and then found that he was holding a cotton coat in his hand, ink-colored, embroidered with orchid patterns, with fine stitches, delicate and elegant, and it took a lot of effort to look at it.
He frowned and shook his head, and hurriedly defended himself, "No, Fang Cai Ziqian obviously came in with a dark robe, and she also said that this dark robe was prepared for me by her in advance, because today next year will be my death day," Speaking of this, he stood up with Cheng Muyou's support, and pointed at Liu Ziqian tremblingly, "Don't be deceived by her, she almost suffocated me just now, you see, my arms are all bound by her." ” As he spoke, he rolled up his cuffs, as if to prove his innocence.
But Cheng Qiuchi didn't want to continue arguing about this matter, after the events of the past few days, he had already decided that his father's brain was a little confused, besides, when he came in, he clearly saw Cheng Dexuan kneeling beside Liu Ziqian, using the brand-new cotton clothes to suppress her mouth and nose.
So, he glanced at Cheng Muyou meaningfully, and said to Cheng Dexuan, "Father, Ziqian, she was frightened, her son accompanied her back to the room first, let Muyou accompany you first, and when Ziqian fell asleep, his son will come over."
After speaking, he helped Liu Ziqian and left.
Seeing the two of them walking out of the house, Cheng Muyou half-squatted and half-knelt beside Cheng Dexuan, took his bruised hand, and asked softly, "Father, your words, my son is not completely unconvinced, what has happened in the past few days, please tell your son in 1510, perhaps, I can help my father." ” Cheng Dexuan clenched his hand, but his eyes still fell on Liu Ziqian's back, and he whispered, "Muyou, didn't you hear the laughter?"
The voice came from your sister-in-law's womb, and it was so shrill and scary. ”