Red Plum Wine Dyeing

"How can you talk about forgetting if you don't remember it." "Love can grow, but the heart can't be moved. It will be stolen." Green silk turns into snow at night." "The answer is very long, I plan to spend the rest of my life answering, are you ready to listen?" "Wake up and know it's a dream." "Thinking of you, thirty-six thousand days." "..."

His scalp tingled for a while, the disgusting feeling was not like being pulled or pricked by needles, but rather like the feeling of full stomached maggots coming out of his scalp.

Jiang Xiyu couldn't open her eyelids.

He fumbled for his feet, only to feel that what he touched was nothingness, as if he was about to sink, but he was safe.Subconsciously, he probed down, as if he was about to be dragged in, but what he touched was a sticky and cold feeling, which made him withdraw his hand immediately in fright.As if realizing something, Jiang Xiyu suddenly turned over, got up hastily, and walked staggeringly.Due to the temporary loss of vision, he often stumbles over things or falls into a puddle of softness, and cannot breathe.I was lost all the way, bumping into a wall or being scratched by sharp objects from time to time.But he doesn't care about these.

Jiang Chuan walked away without knowing how long, as if he had broken into a small space, and no matter how he groped, there were soft and slippery walls.Suddenly Jiang Xiyu felt being strangled by the neck, her eyes hurt so badly that she seemed about to explode.Scratching with hands in a panic, it felt like pieces of sticky grease were buckled off and inlaid between the fingers.He was like a fish being slaughtered, he was being skinned and cramped, his vision was pitch black, but his mind was clear—the pain was so severe that his whole body was going to be torn to pieces.He seemed to keep his eyes closed and shed two lines of blood and tears at the same time. The slower the movement, the stronger the suffocation feeling, and a click came into his ears, and something was broken abruptly.

wrong.He is not dead.

Not only that, but the ability to open eyes.

However, he was so white that he had to cover it with his hands while squinting his eyes.After a while of discomfort, he subconsciously looked around, becoming more and more familiar.Overgrown with weeds and deserted.After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Xiyu walked along the narrow path. The peculiar smell of rot and fishy smell became stronger and stronger, and his heartstrings became tighter and tighter.

It's just a vast, overgrown forest.

Jiang Xiyu thought so.

The ear-piercing cry of a baby resounded in the weeds, and then a mass of flesh and blood stuck to the soil rolled out, and there was a lot of blood on the ground it passed, and it happened to stop not far away after stumbling on the stones.

It has no mouth, but it can weep.The flesh and blood were constantly exploding, and then sticking together to form a larger mass of flesh, and the black aura it attracted lingered, from being light at the beginning to becoming a mass that obscured the sky and the sun.The crying subsided, and he sighed endlessly.The black mist was getting thinner again, and everything was collected by the center, and at the same time, the shock caused Jiang Xiyu to collapse to the ground.Unexpectedly, it was not a demon at all, but turned into a living person.

And still so familiar.

Jiang Xiyu's eyes lit up instantly, and his surprise and joy were beyond words, but Jiang Xiyu's legs couldn't move.But he would not be discouraged, so he clasped the ground with his hands, ignoring the panic of the mud, sand and stones, and regardless of the wound being involved in every movement, he crawled forward.

But the evil is not as good as it should be.

That person was obviously him, but lacked the cunning, cunning and youthful clarity. His stern face couldn't be more serious, and his brown eyes were shrouded in gold and cold.As if remembering something, the man looked around as if he didn't see anything, and walked in the opposite direction as he crawled forward in the opposite direction.

Jiang Xiyu wanted to call out but couldn't make a sound, so she continued to scratch the ground with her hands, leaving bloodstains.

The person in front seemed to feel something and stopped, froze on the spot, stared back at him again, and then ran back in a detour.Jiang Xiyu didn't care about anything else, grabbed his outstretched hand, and stood up with strength.Just as he was about to speak, the familiar person laughed dumbfounded, and it became so ferocious that it made him shudder.

The surrounding scenery distorted, and the distance between the two was forced to be further and further apart. The ground cracked, and the hand bones drilled out grabbed the smiling and distorted person who seemed to be deprived of his mind, and climbed up. The dense mass seemed to be clamoring. Biting, the milky yellow and dark red liquid flowed out into the soil.

Jiang Xiyu was entangled by the soft vines, but the cracked ground tried to pull him in, and he struggled forward even ignoring the broken bone pierced into his ankle.Because that person also suffered the same crime.Jiang Xiyu was also afraid of losing someone again.

He was angry and frightened and wanted to yell out, but his throat seemed to be stuck and he couldn't yell out, and his throat was greasy and fishy.

Everything he does now is useless.

The figure slumped little by little, and the liquid was already black with blood clots in it.The things that were wrapped around him were scattered as the body size decreased, and they rushed to squeeze into the cracks in the ground.The originally pale hand bones were painted brightly, and when they spread apart, they dragged the skin, flesh and hair, and fell into the deep seam.

Jiang Xiyu obviously wanted to scream, but forced out a few broken hisses.However, it can't be called back.The vines wrapped around his body suddenly withered, and everything returned to the beginning.He collapsed on the ground, staggered and hurriedly went to dig the intact soil.

Not long after, Jiang Xiyu was pierced by a sad cry again, and she subconsciously turned her head to look, and couldn't help but stop.The man in filthy clothes and ragged clothes was mad and desperate, crying like crazy among the dead bodies everywhere, looking helpless and confused.

It was clearly me.

Jiang Xiyu wanted to come out, but kept silent like a cicada.There were dense wounds on his body, bleeding unstoppably.The internal organs were eaten by maggots, and some of them came out of the abdomen and fell to the ground bloody.

Jiang Xiyu looked at him, then looked at herself, and subconsciously covered the protruding intestines, but her heart couldn't help convulsing, feeling that something was pinching him, twisting him, and gouging him out.The pain caused him to curl up on the ground and bow his body, coughing out a few mouthfuls of blood, causing more hanging intestines to come out, the bright red mixed with clear water and coughed up, and then began to vomit yellow gall, mixed with worms after vomiting The internal organs of the black blood were broken, and he retched uncontrollably when he vomited nothing, but his consciousness did not fall into a coma.

Whispers came from Huang, so check carefully.Later, the chaos became a pot, and it became abusive.

"It's him, how many people have been harmed by his bastard!"

"Kill him, don't let him harm others! One death is enough for us..."

"My son... my child... can't come back..."

"Don't let him come! Quick! Burn him!"

"..."

Jiang Xiyu had a splitting headache, those words pierced him like a needle, and passed through again.The only thing he hopes is that they stop yelling, give him eternal silence, and let him die peacefully!

Jiang Chuan himself didn't expect it, he subconsciously wanted to, struggled to end his own life, to end his remaining life.Suddenly, everything stopped, the surrounding was so silent, Jiang Xiyu only felt that the sense of fatigue enveloped and overwhelmed him, urging him to sleep quickly.

Just after sinking in, the whole body seemed to be soaked in cold water and startled, and the pain struck again.Forcibly crushing him into a pulp and squeezing out blood.Crying and howling pierced his ears, and the madman turned his back to him.Shrunk himself in the pile of corpses, curled up into a very small ball.

The real pain does not come from the body, but from helpless crying.

Can't tell whether it's "myself" or my own.

Suddenly there was another burst of scalp numbness, Jiang Chuan opened his eyes in a daze, rested his forehead with one hand, and raised his eyebrows.

My heart gradually calmed down, and I naturally listened to what the storyteller said: "Let's talk about the origin of the year name 'Zhenlin', there is a story. The monarch ascended the throne with a false name, and the real power still falls in the hands of the grand master? Having been a puppet emperor alive for five years, when the floods in the south were flooding, the Nanman took advantage of this to kick off the war. The monarch first sent eyeliners to find soldiers, and drove all the elite soldiers of the grand master to the front line. Buy grain from the north at a high price, and when it is delivered to the front, the soldiers who were sent first either died or fled. There is no way, how can the grain come from the floods in the south? Several cities in the city will be fought back."

"It was amazing at the time, although everyone wondered where the money came from. Maybe it was..."

The storyteller paused for a moment, opened the folding fan in his hand, and then spoke again.

"Perhaps it involves the revelation of corrupt officials in central Beijing and the reports of the loss of money by nearby rich merchants, but no one dares to say for sure. The past has passed, let's look at the present..."

Jiang Xiyu didn't know when she had covered her eyes with her hand, moved it down slowly, and touched the teacup, the tea she swallowed was cold and astringent.When I put it back, my hands couldn't stop shaking, and I spilled some tea.

Jiang Xiyu stared at the layers of shimmering eyes that were pushed away, and her thoughts were once again drawn into memories...

Who am I?