Cheng Muyou felt a strong stabbing pain in his thigh, and then a large chunk of snow pressed down on his face, covering his mouth and nose.
He was shocked, and hurriedly shook his head to shake the snow off his head, and when he reached his thigh, he felt that his palm was stained with a warm and viscous liquid, and through the white snow, a faint red could be seen.
"Ah, my lord's leg is injured," said Barnacle, coming out from behind the pine tree, and cautiously came to the edge of the pit, and said apologetically, "It's all my fault, I forgot to remind you that this is a cemetery, but my lord himself is confused, have you forgotten that the coffin of the dead old woman has been dug up by you?"
Speaking of this, she suddenly showed a shallow smile, "Oh, by the way, the snow is heavy today, covering up the road and the stele, and the adults are not familiar with life, so they naturally can't figure out the direction." ” She looked into the pit, and the smile on her face deepened a little, "It seems that the adult is not lightly injured, too, I have just pushed all those broken steles into this pit, if the adult is not injured, my efforts will not be in vain." ” Seeing her so proud, Cheng Muyou suddenly felt a wave of anger in his heart, but he pretended to be calm, suppressed this anger, supported the pit wall with one hand, and endured the severe pain and wanted to stand up.
But as soon as he moved his leg, the wound pierced by the sharp stone was torn open a little, and blood gushed out, staining the bottom of the pit a large red.
He could only fall down, tear off a corner of his shirt and tie the wound tightly, and sit still.
Years of medical experience told him that if he lost too much blood, he would freeze to death in less than an hour in this weather.
Of course, Barnacle also noticed Cheng Muyou's pale face, she laughed a few times, leaned over and squatted down in front of the pit, her dark eyes turned a few times, and said softly, "My lord, you didn't expect it, you were still here a few days ago to open the coffin for an autopsy, and the high-spirited barnacle is in my heart."
But now, this grave has become your own grave, and Barnacle has to sigh that the world is unpredictable, and life is impermanent. ” Cheng Muyou still sat quietly at the bottom of the pit, but his right hand touched the placket of his clothes little by little, slowly took out a flag flower, pulled out the core and threw it upward.
But before the colored smoke came out, it was pressed down head-on by a handful of snow, and the barnacle sneered a few times with a gloomy face, gritted his teeth and said, "Master Cheng, you are really scheming, and at this time, you are still thinking about asking for help."
For a person like you, it would be a curse to stay any longer. ” After speaking, she threw herself on the ground and pushed the thick snow into the pit, her appearance was completely different from Fang Cai, and now she finally peeled off the human skin on her face, revealing her original hideous true face.
Although her eyebrows and eyes are still so pretty and affectionate, in Cheng Muyou's eyes, she is like a bloodthirsty monster, trying her best to put herself to death.
Cheng Muyou, of course, did not want to sit still, and he roared loudly as he threw the snow out of the pit, hoping that his cry would attract the officials who were still searching for barnacles around.
However, compared to the woman who was already almost crazy outside, all this he did was in vain.
Barnacles pushed all the nearby snow down the grave pit, and the heavy walls of snow soon filled the pit in half.
Now, only half of Cheng Muyou's face is still exposed, the snow has covered his mouth and nose, and he can only exhale a few breaths if he desperately stretches his neck.
The deep, long wound on the leg was still bleeding outward, and the heat slid down the leg and soon melted into the clammy snow.
Barnacle glanced at Cheng Muyou, and a charming smile appeared on her face, but this smile was fleeting and quickly disappeared, and she pushed the last pile of snow into the grave and buried Cheng Muyou inside.
Snow particles swarmed into the mouths and noses of the herders, and when they encountered the heat, they turned into a clear stream and headed deeper, blocking every space where they could breathe.
Cheng Muyou was deep in the snow, his whole body was cold, his mouth and nose were sealed, and under the double pressure, he gradually couldn't support it.
He didn't know which one would come first, the cold or the suffocation, but whoever came first, it didn't seem to make a difference to him.
However, at the moment when his soul was about to leave his body, his mind suddenly lit up, and a brilliant seven-colored circle of light expanded little by little, warming his heart full of fear and cold.
In the center of the aperture, there stood the familiar figure, who was smiling at him, as bright as a spring flower.
"Yan Niang," he called her name softly, but when he opened his mouth, he himself was a little empty: how could this woman who slept with him every night, this woman who called herself her husband, just an embroidery girl.
But if she's really just an embroiderer, how nice it would be.
Thinking of this, he gently stretched out his hand to the image in his mind, trying to grab her, but she stayed away little by little, and in the end, it turned into a bright spot and disappeared without a trace.
Death is finally beckoning to him.
Barnacle saw that there was no movement at the bottom of the pit, so he smiled contentedly at the corner of his mouth, patted the snow on his hands, and got up and walked towards the outside of the cemetery.
Out of the cemetery, she looked left and right, and when she was sure that there was no one around, she walked straight to the dense forest to the south.
The forest leads to the outside of the village, and when she gets outside, she hires a carriage and walks for half a day to reach the ferry, and as long as she gets on the boat, she can completely escape from this place and disappear into the vast sea of people.
This route was planned by her in advance, and after she stunned Shi Fei today, she came all the way to the forest, but something went wrong in the middle: she saw Cheng Muyou.
She was resentful of this Lord Cheng, because he not only didn't eat hard and soft, didn't eat oil and salt, but also pointed the finger at herself early in the morning, so that she had to flee Yushan Village in a hurry.
So when Barnacle hid in the woods, watching him lead people to search for her, her brain buzzed, and the flame of vengeance once again rushed down the hot blood to every part of her body, as if she could not leave without putting him to death.
Fortunately, the final result was good, and Cheng Muyou was no exception, like those who had harmed her, he died in her hands.
Now, she was finally relaxed and ready to walk away.
Barnacle walked into the woods, staggering forward through the snow, and she was glad that the servants were not in the woods.
Now that the snow had stopped, it was quiet, and nothing could be heard except her own footsteps.
In the cold, a night bird flapped its wings and flew up from the stump, and the falling snow burrowed into her neck, making her shiver violently and her body tremble unconsciously.