Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum

70th bowl of soup (8)

The so-called "big ghost" inside, who is not her master?

It's just that it looks quite different in normal times. On weekdays, the master wears a purely colored monk robe, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, which looks very good, but the master in front of him is wearing a black robe. The color of the robe is scary, like an ink color, which gets deeper and deeper. Because the hem of the robe is too big, I can’t see Master’s legs and feet, but Qinghuan knows that ghosts don’t need to walk on her own. She looked at Master curiously. .

She is watching quietly.

Master's expression is different from before. It is obvious that he is dead, but how can the dead become so different from what they were in his lifetime?

She blinked a few times, but she didn't know how many thoughts flashed in her mind. Finally, she quietly walked away with her waist and said to the two Jinlin Guards: "You follow her, what did she do, I also want know."

Wei Jinling’s exploration activities in the study naturally ended in failure, because there was nothing in the study. Wei Changan was by her side when working at home. The study was just a decoration. He would read books here in his free time. , I really want to say what secrets are hidden inside... If Wei Jinling can find out, Qing Huan would also like to know.

Finally, Wei Jinling took out a few books, and saw Qing Huan squatting at the entrance of the study, blinking and looking at him for a moment with embarrassment: "...what's the matter?"

"It's nothing." Qing Huan held his chin and looked up and down Wei Jinling, making sure that this person had never seen him before, but what happened to Master, is there anything she didn't know? "What book are you reading?"

"It's just a few books." Wei Jinling took it over. She had swept the entire study room under the pretence of looking for books, but she found nothing, so she had to use a few books to fill the air, staying at the commander's house every day. There is nothing she can do, she must not let herself die of boredom. So when she answered Qing Huan, she was righteous and confident, without the slightest guilty conscience. "If you want to read it, I can divide you into several."

"No need." Qing Huan is not interested in the stories of those gifted scholars and beautiful ladies. The scholars in it are all sour and not as good as her Chang'an. Besides, she is not the lady in the storybook. "Watch it for yourself."

Wei Jinling thought the girl was strange, so he glanced at her and left. Qing Huan stood up behind her and saw sharply that she was wearing a familiar rosary on the slender wrist that was exposed between the swinging sleeves when she was holding the book. "and many more!"

"What's the matter?" Wei Jinling frowned. He felt that this weird girl was as annoying as Wei Changan. If she dared to entangle her like this, or made any bad ideas about her, she would not be polite.

"Your buddha beads are very special, can you show it to me?" Qing Huan asked with her small face up, her eyes were very clean, as if she just wanted to take a look.

"Oh, this." Wei Jinling touched his sleeves, rolled down the Buddhist beads and handed them to Qinghuan, "Do you like it? You can give it to you if you like it." Anyway, it's not worth the money.

Qing Huan was taken aback for a moment: "Give it to me?"

"Yes." Wei Jinling is very generous. In fact, she didn't want this broken Buddha bead a long time ago. She doesn't believe in Buddha. Wearing a Buddha bead is not good at all. Moreover, the Buddha bead has been touched for many years, and it is not a good thing. , She really disliked the price when it was worn on her wrist. Because it was given by someone else, she never knew how to make it disappear. It's all right now. It can be explained that Wei Changan's woman wants it. In order to maintain her image, she had to reluctantly cut her love.

She threw the Buddha beads over without nostalgia, Qing Huan caught it in a hurry, and then Wei Jinling raised her eyebrows and swaggered to leave, but was yelled at by Qing Huan. She was very puzzled: "What are you doing? What else do you want?" There is nothing valuable on her, so I don't give it any.

Wei Changan shouldn't be so stingy, don't even care about his own women, do not buy rouge gouache, do not give away silk satin gold and silver jewelry, let her put it down with the broken Buddhist beads?

"This is for you." Qing Huan felt that she couldn't take Wei Jinling's things for nothing, so she passed a piece of jade pendant around her waist to the other party.

Good deed, this is a good thing. Wei Jinling's eyes lit up immediately. He couldn't believe that the broken Buddha beads could be exchanged for such a treasure. This is really "to attract jade"! She quickly took Yu Pei over and held it in her arms, as fast as she was afraid that Qing Huan would regret it.

Qing Huan took the Buddha beads and returned to the room. There was no glaring sunlight. A figure in a black robe gradually appeared in front of her. She was not afraid, so she watched until the old nun asked her: "What did the master tell you? Revenge for Master! Look at you, what have you done?!"

Qing Huan stared at the old nun, feeling that the person in front of her was both familiar and unfamiliar, and she could hardly recognize it. It was obviously Master's face and Master's voice, but it was amazing that it was like a complete change of person.

After living in the Commander’s Mansion for so long, Qinghuan saw so many ghosts. She would tell Wei Changan what she saw and heard, and then he would tell her what it was like before her life. Some are the same before and after death, while others are quite the opposite.

After death, ghosts cannot suppress the hypocritical side of their nature, which means that they are the real master now.

That gentle and loving Master is a fake. In fact, Qing Huan felt that after she became smarter, she missed her gradually, let alone what she always mentioned in her ears.

But in order to show her respect for the teacher, she still humbly asked: "Master, what does this mean? How can I avenge you?"

"Wei Changan! It was Wei Changan who killed the teacher! You were raised by the teacher since childhood, don't you want to avenge the teacher?!"

Qing Huan blinked and said naturally, "I don't want to."

The old nun was doing a ghost and almost spurted blood: "What did you say?!"

"Chang'an treats me very well, I don't want to kill him." Qing Huan smiled slightly, taking it for granted. "I am happier with him than when I was in the nunnery."

When she was in the nunnery, she lived like a puppet, but now she is really alive, full of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, and she will not be deceived by the master.

Qing Huan felt that her decision was not wrong. She looked at the old nun and said, "Master looks very different from when she was alive. There must be something I don’t know? And Wei Jinling... are you? Know her?" It's just a string of Buddhist beads. How could a woman like Wei Jinling who love gold and silver treasures wear it honestly? Someone must have given it. Since Master can become such a big ghost after death, he must have done a lot of evil things. .

The pervert was already sinful, and he was still afraid of Master. It can be imagined that Master was not a good person when he was alive.

The old nun didn't expect that the little disciple who had always listened to her words would be so rebellious. She was so angry that she couldn't figure out how Wei Changan could change Qinghuan into this way. Her face became distorted and ugly because of anger. Qing Huan only felt that the room was suddenly extremely cold. When it was cold, her lips seemed to be stained with a faint layer of frost, and then the master was about to rush over, but she was already prepared.

The old nun died in the hands of Wei Chang'an before she died, and she feared him even more after her death, and because of this, she did not dare to avenge her. Even though Wei Changan is not here, and his close-fitting knife is in Qing Huan's hands, she still feels fear from the bottom of her bones. Becoming a ghost is not the same as a human being. When a human is dead, there is still a soul, but when a ghost is dead, it is really dead.

The coldness in the room gradually faded, Qing Huan grabbed the Buddha beads that fell on the ground and put them together with the short knife. The old nun was just now looking fierce, and she wilted in an instant.

Qinghuan didn't know Wei Changan's title of "Jade Face Yama" until now.

When Wei Changan returned to the house, she threw herself into his arms happily. The two of them were intimate for a while. Wei Changan carried her back to the room. When she was walking on the road, she lay on his back, rubbing his ears and talking with him. He said what happened today.

The terrifying Jinlinwei Commander, Sir, was as gentle as a tamed beast in front of her, letting her rub his ears, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were gentle. When the old nun wanted Qinghuan to kill him, Wei Changan sneered: "If you and I didn’t love each other in the nunnery that day, causing you to fall asleep late, then you just caught up with me who killed her. time."

Qinghuan was not as clever and clever as it is now. It has been raised in the nunnery for a long time. Although it is not contaminated with filth, it has also been stifled. The shrewd and shrewd Qinghuan who obeyed the old nun will definitely be killed. He avenged the so-called master.

Coincidentally, she took a bath that day and was seen by him. She couldn't bear to overslept because the two were messing around in the tub. Naturally, she didn't know the old nun was killed by him.

"All this is doomed." Qing Huan chuckled her feet on his back and grinned, "Master and her old man are still trying to lose."

The so-called people can not keep up with the sky, this is the truth.

"Humph." Wei Changan sneered, squeezing the soft flesh on her hips, "She was not a good thing when she was alive."

Wei Changan kills people like hemp, but he has never killed a good person, and the ones who died in his hands were all beasts who slashed. It's just that he is famous and famous. The world only knows that his wrists are cruel and ruthless, but no one pays attention to how many wrongdoings have been lost during his tenure as a commander, and how many people have been wronged. The capital can even be closed at night. degree.

There is a Buddha who regards killing as compassion.

Qing Huan wrapped his arms around his neck: "I think so too, otherwise she won't look so ugly after death." She was covered in blood and not to mention, her face was completely different from the kind eyebrows and good-sightedness she was alive.

Ghosts are not the same as humans. Ghosts cannot be put on human skins.