I just want to be a quiet man

Pei Ling took the seat at the bottom according to his words. After sitting down, seeing that the master didn't say much, he knew that he probably had to wait for "Master Meng" and "Miss Xiang'e" to arrive.

He maintained a respectful posture, and thought to himself, nothing unexpected happened, what happened last night should be the most basic test of the "curse".

If you can't even survive this night, you are not eligible to inherit the other party's next fortune!

But coming to see this master right now is probably the beginning of the real good show.

Just as he was thinking, the master suddenly asked, "Zheng'er, did you sleep well last night?"

Pei Ling said cautiously: "My son has made my father worry about it. My son slept well."

When the master heard this, the expression on his face didn't change, he just nodded slightly, and then fell silent.

With the silence of the two, the main hall gradually fell silent.

The original sense of oppression caused by the dim light became more and more heavy.

Soon, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and then, a slender and delicate figure turned around the screen and walked into the main hall.

After the pink bride entered, her eyes immediately fell on Pei Ling and the master, observing the two of them calmly.

When Pei Ling saw a strange girl with an oval face and beautiful eyebrows come in, she immediately knew that this should be the "Miss Xiang'e" that the guard just mentioned, and the other party's current reaction was probably the pink bride!

After all, if it was "Xiang'e" herself, she must be very familiar with the members of the family, and it was impossible to look at him and the master with such cautious and guarded eyes.

Thinking of this, Pei Ling's complexion didn't look abnormal at all. He just casually glanced at the pink bride, and then began to close his eyes and meditate, as if he was just an ordinary patient, unable to greet his family.

At this time, the master said, "Sit down."

When the pink bride heard this, she walked to a seat not far away and sat down.

None of the three spoke again, and the main hall fell silent again.

After a while, a man in Chinese clothes walked in steadily. After "Yu" entered the door, he saw the three people who had arrived first, similar to the pink bride before. He didn't say anything until the master asked him to sit down.

Seeing this scene, Pei Ling gradually gained confidence.

This "Master Meng" is likely to be "Yu" or one of the greedy slaves.

However, he is still not sure who it is.

Seeing that everyone has arrived, the master didn't intend to waste time, and immediately said: "I, Xiao, my ancestors were originally just a commoner, working in the countryside and doing nothing."

"The reason why we are able to be rich and enjoy unimaginable wealth today is all because of the coincidence of our ancestors who enshrined the Faceless Immortal."

"The Great Immortal has great powers, is compassionate, and prospers our clan."

"Over the years, I, Xiao Shi, have been doing things without any disadvantage."

"All those who dare to obstruct my family have lost their wives and children, their families have been destroyed, and even their bones have disappeared!"

"I, the members of the Xiao clan, should always remember the great immortal's grace and never forget it."

Speaking of this, the master paused for a while, and then said: "The three of you are called here this time, so that you can prepare the sacrifices for the next sacrifice."

"The requirements for sacrifices are still the same as before."

"Only by continuing to offer sacrifices like this, can our Xiao family continue to prosper, and even go one step further!"

"If the sacrifice is not prepared, the consequences will be disastrous!"

"The three of you, don't be careless and neglect the Great Immortal, do you understand!?"

Faceless Immortal?

sacrifice?

Pei Ling frowned, and secretly glanced at "Miss Xiang'e" and "Master Meng".

But he saw that "Miss Xiang'e" was similar to him, with a look of doubt in his eyes, obviously he didn't know what the Faceless Immortal was.

But "Master Meng" didn't seem to have any surprises about this, and there was a lingering depression in his expression, as if there was nothing worthy of joy in the whole world, and he was depressed from beginning to end.

The demeanor of this young master Meng is not like a greedy slave, but more like Yu!

Chapter 66: Sacrifice.

Thinking of this, Pei Ling remained silent, "Miss Xiang'e" and "Master Meng" also remained silent.

Seeing that none of the three responded, the master seemed to accept their acquiescence, nodded slightly and said: "I will firmly remember what happened today, and there must be no mistakes!"

"Okay, let's all go down."

The three of them looked at each other and saluted, "Retire, my child."

So he walked away slowly.

Soon, the master was left alone in the spacious hall.

He took out a booklet from his sleeve, and when he opened it, he saw densely packed names of people.

This is the family tree of the Xiao family.

However, on this genealogy, most of the names have been drawn with a red line, and only a few names have not been crossed by the red line.

Including his wife, the red line on the name has long faded...

……

Outside the main hall, there are bursts of pines and green grass.

The three guards stood with their hands down, and stood respectfully under the corridor. When they saw Pei Ling and the other three coming out, they immediately stepped forward and saluted: "I have seen you, young lady."

"Miss Xiang'e" and "Master Meng" didn't speak, as if they didn't see them at all. At this moment, Pei Ling nodded slightly and said, "Excuse me."

The three guards immediately said: "This subordinate will send the young master and young lady back."

"Master Meng" heard the words, glanced at "Miss Xiang'e" and Pei Ling, and said briefly: "Yes."

After finishing speaking, he followed the guards who had been guarding outside the ancestral hall, turned and left.

"Miss Xiang'e" stood motionless, looked at the back of "Master Meng", and smiled coldly: "'Yu'..."

As she said that, she turned her head to look at Pei Ling with obvious hesitation, but in the end she walked away without saying anything.

The guard who led her here followed immediately.

Pei Ling looked at this scene calmly. The identities of "Yu" and the pink bride are now clear!

It's just that he pretended well just now, and the greedy slaves who came in with him were not there, and the number was wrong. Now, although the pink bride said that she had some doubts about his identity, she didn't seem to be sure enough, so she didn't talk to him just now. There is no communication.

Thinking of this, Pei Ling said to the last guard, "Send me back."

The guard bowed and said, "Yes!"

The two walked along the corridor and across the court along the way they came.

Among the swaying flowers and branches, Zhuzhu is hidden, and the empty corridor echoes with the sound of footsteps.

Walking halfway, seeing no one in front and behind, and far away from the main hall, Pei Ling suddenly asked: "How much do you know about the Faceless Immortal of my Xiao family?"

The guard was startled, and quickly asked, "Master, what is the Faceless Immortal?"

Ok?

Pei Ling frowned. He originally wanted to ask the guards about the sacrifice, but there was no need for it now.

The other party hadn't even heard of the Faceless Immortal of the Xiao family, so he obviously didn't know anything, so he couldn't ask anything.

Therefore, Pei Ling didn't say any more.

Seeing that he didn't respond, the guard didn't continue to ask.

The two walked through the many houses in silence, and finally returned to the bedroom of "Master Zheng".

Pei Ling walked into the room alone, he closed the door behind his back, turned around the screen, and just sat down at the table, he coughed violently uncontrollably.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

After a heart-piercing cough, Pei Ling finally recovered. His condition is much better than last night, but his body is still very weak.

The trip to and from the lobby just now was still too much for him.

"The Faceless Immortal should be the real problem of this house."

"The next sacrifice is mostly related to the creation of this 'curse'."

"I'm in poor health now, otherwise I should have looked for the statue of the 'Faceless Immortal' in the house just now, maybe I can get some key clues."

"Cough cough cough..."

"Last night I slept too little, my current body...rest first!"

Thinking of this, Pei Ling immediately stood up while supporting the table, went to the bed and lay down.

This house is safe during the day and dangerous at night.

Once it was night, he definitely didn't dare to sleep again. Right now, he could only recover his energy during the day and investigate clues at night.

As soon as he covered himself with the quilt, drowsiness swept over him like a tide, and he fell into a deep sleep in an instant.

In the dim room, the palace lanterns danced quietly, casting all sorts of strange shadows in the dimness.

……

Embroidery building.

"Tread, step, step..."

Accompanied by the slight sound of footsteps, the pink bride walked up the stairs gracefully.

After returning to the boudoir, a smell of corpses immediately hit her face, she immediately locked the door, then quickly walked into the inner room, squatted down beside the bed, and looked under the bed.

Then he saw a bloody, pale corpse lying stiffly under the bed.

Its clothes are intact, but its body has been severely decomposed, almost completely deformed, and bones can be seen in some places.

This servant girl doesn't look like she was killed just now, but a corpse that has been dead for a long time!

The pink bride frowned. I don't know if the Faceless Immortal mentioned by the master just now is a "curse", but no matter what, the next sacrifice is very likely to be related to the creation of the curse.

You have to prepare yourself in advance!

It's just that this corpse has already become like this, and I'm afraid it can't be used as a sacrifice, so I have to find another one.

When her thoughts turned, the pink bride stood up, her skirt fluttered and fluttered like a double-petaled flower, and she was about to go out directly, but her hungry and tired body soon made her feel an irresistible exhaustion and weakness .

The pink bride had no choice but to go to the table and sit down. On the table, there were still meals brought to her by the maid in the morning.

The rice porridge, which was originally carefully cooked, has a layer of rice scab on the surface, and the pickles of various colors are mostly shriveled. The food that is not very appetizing, the appearance is greatly reduced.

Looking at the porridge with little water in the soup, the pink bride frowned. Although these were not to her liking at all, the body of a mortal is too weak. She climbed the well all night last night and did not eat any more. She was afraid that she would not even have the strength to walk. All gone.

The pink bride then picked up the bowls and chopsticks, and ate with disgust...

The room was silent, only the occasional knocking of tooth chopsticks and porcelain bowls could be heard.

After a while, the pink bride regained a lot of strength after finishing her meal, but she looked sleepy and still very tired.

After thinking about it, she lifted the curtain casually, lay down on the bed, smelled the smell of rotting corpses under the bed, and fell asleep beautifully.

Time passed slowly, the Golden Crow sank westward, and the sky gradually faded away.

The embroidered building was getting darker and darker, and the originally gorgeous furnishings seemed to be continuously cast with a strange shadow.

At the bottom of the bed, the black hair stretched silently like flowing water.

Soon, it overflowed the entire inner room and rushed towards the outer room.

Suddenly, a white and slender hand stretched out from under the bed board.

Chapter 67: Masks.

In her sleep, the pink bride felt more and more cold.

Gradually, she always felt that something was wrapped around her neck, and it became very difficult to breathe.

The long black hair was like an ink-colored stream, spreading and rising little by little, and soon filled the entire boudoir.

The slender and tough hair, dexterous as a snake, was inserted into the tent, wrapped around the pink bride's neck, and then tightened...

The pink bride's eyes were closed tightly, her originally rosy complexion gradually turned blue, her calm expression revealed a look of struggle.

She really wanted to wake up, but if her eyelids were heavy, she couldn't open them no matter what.