Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

"Die!" Peng Peng kicked on the chest of drawers.

The clock pointed to 11:50 at night, and the four of them were in Qianwu's room.

Zhong Liye thought for a while, and said: "It seems to be a dead end. Even if the selected person escapes, he can only survive one night. The next day the housekeeper will write his name into the genealogy, and he will be considered a complete husband and wife. Ghosts will still come to claim your life."

"Can you unilaterally divorce him?" Peng Peng said desperately: "How can there be such a thing, if you say you get married, you get married, does he agree?!"

Qianwu has been silent since returning to the room, sitting at the table, drawing a light outline on the note with a delicate pencil by the faint candlelight.

The lines were formed quickly, and halfway through the drawing he realized that he was drawing Jiang Chen in military boots, sitting on the single sofa, touching the cold barrel of a gun with one hand, and stroking a rose with the other.

Jiang Chen was leaning against the table and looking out the window, as if he had no intention of joining the conversation.

Qian Wu rolled up the note and said: "It's almost twelve o'clock, you go back, isn't Peng Peng going to find the way?"

"Are you going to sleep now?" Peng Peng stared wide-eyed, "As soon as two o'clock arrives, the female ghost will come and kill you!"

"You don't have to kill me first." Qianwu said calmly, "If Qu Ying didn't escape, the female ghost will kill two people tonight."

"Quite busy." Jiang Chen said while drawing out his saber to watch.

Peng Peng: "..."

Jiang Chen suddenly said: "Peng Peng, go find your way first, and wait for me at the entrance when you come back, I will need your help later."

Peng Peng was taken aback, "What are you going to do?"

The hour hand immediately pointed to twelve o'clock, and the plump-faced maid suddenly appeared at the door, and said in a low voice: "My lords, it's getting dark, you can't stay in Madam's room."

"Let's go." Zhong Liye hooked Peng Peng's shoulder, "Go out and talk."

After the two left, the maid turned to Jiang Chen and mechanically said, "My lord, you should go too."

"Give me another 2 minutes." Jiang Chen said calmly: "His name has officially entered the family tree today, you should know what it means, right? Let's talk a little more?"

The maid stood there for a while, as if thinking about this sentence with a simple mind, she nodded silently after a while.

"That's right." She suddenly took the tray from another maid who was blocked by the door, and said, "The housekeeper told me to take your afternoon—"

"I see." Jiang Chen interrupted her, took the tray, "I'll be leaving right away, you guys step back."

"What is it?" Qianwu asked.

"I don't know either." Jiang Chen said, hooking the door with his foot, and lifted the sterling silver cover.

It was a dark red liquid, with blood orange pulp inserted into the wall of the cup, and the surface of the liquid was covered with a thick layer of snow-white powdered sugar.

As the hood is lifted, rich grape and cinnamon aromas fill the room.

"It turned out to be mulled wine." Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows, and leaned closer to the cup to observe for two seconds, "It's also sprinkled with powdered sugar, it's very authentic."

Qianwu looked calm, looked at him for a while and asked: "Is it from the housekeeper again?"

"Maybe I want to celebrate that you are finally going to die tonight. It's okay, but you won't be poisoned." Jiang Chen said, handing over the hot red wine, and said: "Drink it, sleep well after drinking, and open your eyes until dawn , I guarantee you are fine."

Qian Wu took it over, holding the warm wine glass in his palm, with the familiar smell lingering.

An artist's soul is tough and fragile, especially in his youth.

When he was depressed for no reason and refused to fall asleep, the late Mrs. Jiang would cook a big bowl of blood orange red wine, boil off the alcohol, leaving only the sweetness of grapes and cinnamon, let him drink it, and then sleep soundly.

In the past three years of leading the army, Jiang Chen obviously didn't care about comfort and enjoyment. He didn't even know that authentic mulled wine was never sprinkled with powdered sugar.

The secret of insomnia seems to have been seen through.

Qianwu didn't make a sound, and gulped down the sweet hot drink.

"You guessed where the family tree is." He glanced at the clock, "Peng Peng will take you there?"

Jiang Chen nodded, "Yes."

Under the dim candlelight, they stood and sat, and the moment their eyes met, they understood each other.

In the ancestral hall.

A butler thought he was safe, but could never have dreamed where he had been found.

"Then I'll leave it to you." Qianwu lifted the quilt and lay down.

"Okay." Jiang Chen picked up the empty cup on the bedside table and said, "Sleep well."

At the stroke of twelve o'clock, following Jiang Chen's departure, the door of the "New Lady" was automatically locked with a click, the white candles were simultaneously extinguished, and darkness descended.

Qian Wu keenly noticed that there seemed to be no other sound except the sound of the clock ticking.

He turned over, closed his eyes, and planned to count silently to two o'clock to see if the female ghost would come.

However, after lying in the silent room for a while, sleepiness gradually came over him, wrapping him drowsily.

He didn't take sleeping pills for dinner, but only drank the mulled wine that Jiang Chen painstakingly made for him.In any case, he refused to believe that it could cure a real insomnia patient after many years.

Qian Wu opened his eyes in confusion, but his eyelids were heavy, and he really fell asleep after a while.

"Jiang Chen's tennis teacher told me that he suspects that you two children are in a relationship."

Mrs. Jiang was sitting in the courtyard wearing a cashmere cloak, holding an enamel mug.

The 16-year-old Qian Wu stood in front of her somewhat at a loss, and after a while he said: "There have indeed been some...subtle changes between me and Jiang Chen, and I can't tell the specifics."

"Your voice is trembling." Mrs. Jiang couldn't help laughing, "What's so scary? After all these years, people here have already regarded you as the youngest son of the Jiang family, and I am the same."

Qianwu groaned, but thought in his heart, shouldn't it create a feeling of a farmer and a snake?

"If you're really in love, let me know." Mrs. Jiang put down the tea in her hand, "Marshal and I really hope that Jiang Chen can find a girl in the future, so that the Jiang family can hold a grandson. But that's just for us, the older generation. It’s all just expectations. Although I don’t agree with him liking boys, if it’s you Qianwu, hearing you really call me mother can probably offset the disappointment of not having a grandson.”

Qianwu raised his eyes in astonishment, Madam Jiang came over and put her soft palm on top of his head, rubbed her tenderly and said lovingly: "Qianwu, we are very happy to write your name in the Jiang family tree."

"Your name has been written into the family tree."

A whispering female voice rang close to her ears, awakening Qianwu from that sinking dream.

The moment he regained his consciousness, his body was very heavy, and the left half of his face was as cold as a piece of soft ice.

Qianwu suddenly opened his eyes, the female ghost was pressed on his bed, her cheek was pressed against her cheek, her beautiful and terrifying black eyes were extremely empty in the corner of her eyes, she whispered: "Why do you want to marry him, I thought you wouldn't Same... damn it."

Cold sweat instantly drenched his back, Qianwu pushed hard but couldn't push away the female ghost who seemed to weigh a thousand catties.He struggled and said, "It was the housekeeper who forcibly wrote my name into the family tree."

"Really?" The female ghost straightened up and tilted her head to ponder for a while, and then laughed grimly after a while, "That can only mean that you are too careless. I'm sorry, I liked you quite a lot, but tonight ,now you."

While she was getting up, Qian Wu glanced at the clock on the opposite wall—it was two o'clock in the morning, the time when the female ghost came out.

He didn't know if Qu Ying had escaped from the wedding room, but obviously, this place became the first stop for the female ghost.

The genealogy should be in the ancestral hall, and Peng Peng can recognize the way, as long as his name is crossed out from the genealogy.

How could Jiang Chen fail.

Black pupil suddenly trembled for a moment.

Could it be that Jiang Chen... something happened?

"The name carved into the genealogy with the blood of the steward will become the wife of the manor forever."

The female ghost knelt on the bed with her head down and laughed, making a ho-ho sound.The red wedding gown covered the bed, as if it could extend infinitely.

After a while, the female ghost raised her head to look at him with a smile, her blood red lips were extremely gorgeous on her pale complexion.

In the frightening moment of life and death, Qianwu once again felt that the female ghost was beautiful.

The glamorous female ghost exudes strong grievances and sorrows. She slowly climbed off the bed, stood up straight, and drew a sharp long knife from behind. Qianwu rushed down and slashed down.

Time seemed to be frozen at that moment, and before Qianwu had time to roll and dodge, the sharp and cold blade suddenly hung in the air.

The ghost suddenly frowned.

After freezing for two seconds, she deftly tilted her head to her shoulder again, "Huh?"

Qianwu: "...?"

The female ghost kept the posture of holding the big knife and felt it carefully for a while, and then said in surprise: "The signed marriage contract seems to have disappeared."

The sweat dissipated instantly like a relief.

Qianwu let go of his tightly clenched fists and let out a long breath.

At the moment of life and death, Jiang Chen did it.

After a few seconds of stalemate, the female ghost let out a weary "ah", slowly retracted the sword, and inserted it back.

"It's your fault." She glanced at Qian Wu, and said sadly: "But it's okay, I know you have a noble and pure soul, and you won't do dirty things."

Qianwu: "..."

That's not what you said just now.

The feeling of surviving after a catastrophe turned into a little excitement, traveling along the nerves of the whole body.

The female ghost tilted her head and said to herself in confusion: "How did you do it? Let me think about it... the name is missing... Could it be..."

Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she threw herself onto the bed excitedly, and the bed creaked innocently.

The female ghost excitedly said: "Could it be that your friend has done something I have never been able to do?!"

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Qianwu raised his forehead tiredly, and the female ghost happily floated around the room in Yu Guangli. He asked, "Do you have another stop tonight?"

"Next stop?" The female ghost shook her head innocently: "No, you are the only one today——it's still fake."

Qian Wu breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that Qu Ying escaped.

"You seem to have slept soundly today. You must have eaten the dinner prepared by the butler." After being tired, the female ghost sat on his bed and chatted with him.

Qianwu yawned, "I didn't take it, it's rare that I could fall asleep without taking sleeping pills, and you disturbed me."

Without guilt, the female ghost said again: "It seems that he has already regarded you as the greatest threat, and would rather waste his blood to kill you."

Qian Wu lowered his eyes and pressed his temples and asked: "What you mean, only the steward uses blood to write a family tree, right? His blood is very precious?"

The female ghost smiled coldly: "You should know that he is a living dead. He was saved by witchcraft when he was dying. The blood of human beings is only half, and every drop is less than one drop. On the day when it dries up, you will go to hell completely." .But witchcraft has always protected him, and no one can erase the blood on the family tree except him."

Qian Wu's eyebrows twitched, as if he suddenly guessed how Jiang Chen dropped his name in the end, but it was hard to believe.

"Your friend is very strong." The female ghost praised sincerely, "Is it the man who guarded your door last night? He is so nice."

Qian Wu smiled lightly, "How can you see that?"

"The appearance is very good." The female ghost confidently pointed out the appearance association, and there was a shyness in Hei Dong's eyes, "I like handsome men."

Qianwu looked at her, and changed his tone slightly, "Then, have you ever liked the owner of the manor? He is also quite handsome."

Suffocation suddenly enveloped.

The female ghost suddenly got up and stared at Qianwu angrily, red candle tears rolled down from those empty eyes again, one tear swallowed an inch of her beautiful face, when her face was completely changed, the candle tears dripping on the bed fell on Qianwu's instep, burning There was a bleeding scar.

"It turns out that it really hurts when it falls on the skin."

Qian Wu sat on the bed with his feet tucked up, looking at the condescending female ghost.The stunning beauty gradually turned into an ugly one, but his expression did not change, and he whispered with pity and pity: "I want to help you—Miss Tang Jianzhu."

The horrible and oppressive atmosphere like a living grave disappeared with the sentence "Chuanzhu girl".

The female ghost in the red wedding gown flying in the air instantly fell to the ground, no longer gorgeous, and turned into an ugly and haggard girl in a long white dress.

The first account, the manor owner's first wedding, the mistress' name is Tang Jianzhu.

In the account books of the manor, each wedding account corresponds to a funeral account, which is the cost of the housekeeper's disposal of the bride's body.Only after the first wedding, no funeral account belonging to the bride was found.

Tang Jianzhu, the first bride, disappeared.

"You drew this, right?" Qian Wu said, and took out the diary that Jiang Chen put in before leaving from under the pillow.

Opening the cover, a photo of the old woman with a sinister smile was displayed on the title page.

Qian Wu lowered his brows and smiled, "The gentleman you praised as handsome grew up with a painter, but he didn't realize that this is not a photo, but a manuscript."

"Many people can disguise a painting as a photo, but it is very difficult to control it to such a degree that it is completely precise like this one. I don't even think it can be done by human hands." Qianwu looked up at her, his black eyes determined: "Unless, it's not a human being." Paintings are ghost paintings."

The female ghost remained silent, staring at the old woman's treacherous smile with hollow black eyes.

Qian Wu asked her gently: "What do you want to convey? Isn't the old woman's true face as kind and kind as people see?"

"Damn her!!"

The candle-cutter female ghost suddenly covered her ugly face and howled piteously: "Mother and son, as well as the housekeeper, deserve to die!! Everything in this manor should be buried!!"

At this moment, Qianwu finally discovered that there was an extremely deep ax mark on her neck. The head and neck seemed to be spliced ​​together in the air, and there were traces of blue veins oozing blood inside.

"Don't be sad." Qianwu murmured uncontrollably, "I will help you."

The four o'clock chime sounded into the room, as if a mysterious channel switch had been flipped.

The usual white noise in the room reappeared, Jianzhu dragged his blood-stained white skirt, turned around and ran towards the window as if venting his anger.

The great grievance and heartache tightly bound the two souls.

The moment she disappeared, Qian Wu fell down on the bed in a daze.

After a long time, he finally moved, reached out to close the old diary, and slowly got out of bed.

After four o'clock, it seems that the night has stepped into the morning in an instant, and there is already a twilight outside.

He walked to the window and opened the curtains, and there was a familiar figure downstairs.

No, it's two.

Jiang Chen stood on the open space downstairs, looking up at his window.Half of the windbreaker coat was soaked in dark red blood, the blood-soaked family tree was clutched in his right hand, and a dried up corpse was held in his left hand.

After discovering that the family tree could not be torn apart, and ordinary pens and knives could not engrave it, he made an extremely rational and crazy decision.

In the early morning, he rushed into the housekeeper's room, slaughtered this half-human, half-ghost NPC, and used his blood to draw a blood-red cross on the name of the bride Qianwu stroke by stroke.

The moment he saw Qianwu, the Shura-like complexion finally faded, and Jiang Chen let go of his hand with all his might.

The young commander's brows seemed to be frozen with ice and snow, and they were full of contempt.

He glanced down at the butler's mummy on the ground.

"Return the genealogy to you."

The blood-soaked family tree was casually thrown on top of the corpse.