Bingyan Men's Drink

As the sky gradually darkened, Qing Wan walked towards the Qin Mansion on foot, stepping on the thick snow alone.

The mansion must be very lively now, welcoming the triumphant return of his eldest brother and father.The boy thought so while rubbing his cold hands.He missed them, but he didn't want to be in the noisy crowd, so he walked extremely slowly.

Leaning on the roof at dusk, the temperature plummeted, and the white air from Kazakhstan seemed to be able to condense frost and dew.

After entering the Tao, it is only ten meters away from the Qin Mansion, but there is no "clang-clang" sound of gongs and drums, no "cracking" sound of firecrackers, no cheers from the crowd, and the surrounding area is peaceful and quiet.The dead tree branches beside me were broken by the snow, and fell to the ground with a very clear sound.

Qing Wan couldn't help but wonder, could it be that she hasn't come back yet?Speeding up his pace a little, his frozen feet were a little out of control and numb.

Standing outside the gate of the flashy and huge mansion, however, there is no guard.The young man froze for a moment, feeling inexplicably panicked.After a while, he moved in.As soon as he stepped over the gate, he suddenly tripped over an object and fell on the snow.

He rubbed his sore ankle, wiped off the snow on his shoulders, and shook off the white stain on his head.Qing Wan raised her eyes and was stunned for a moment.

What tripped him earlier was not a stone, a tree root, or a threshold, but a guard whose throat had been cut and whose eyes popped out to stare upward.His mouth stretched wide, as if he was calling for help, but he couldn't make any more sound.The scarlet still flowed out along the opening, staining the neck, the skirt of the clothes, the large snow field under the body, and staining the whiteness.

The boy's mind went blank for a moment, his feet were trembling, and he stood up reluctantly, staring at the corpse and stepping back.Unexpectedly, the calf was suddenly grabbed by someone, and he was still trying to climb up.

Looking down, the bruised and blackened face seemed shriveled as if it had lost moisture, and the dirty nails were cracked and yellowed.Moving his gaze down, there was no trace below the waist, and the demon red swept across like a mop, spreading all the way from the broken part, becoming a bloody path.Qing Wan trembled all over, he was afraid, he was afraid.

"Help..." The ethereal and awkward voice made people feel chills.The boy couldn't bear it any longer, and wanted to flee into the house, but he fell down after a few steps, and fell down again after two steps.It's not that his heels are unsteady, but that there are corpses everywhere in the Qin family's compound, which is horrific.White has been taken over by ghostly red.

"Help……"

"help me……"

"Help……"

Pale and bloodless withered hands stretched out one after another to grab Qing Wan's clothes and calves, staring at the helpless young man with ferocious and empty eyes.

He knew they were dead, all dead!These, all, have become ghosts, resentment! Love, hatred, and hatred filled the entire Qin Mansion.

What's wrong?What's going on here?He was dreaming, he must be!

After stumbling, Qing Wan finally walked up the corridor of the mansion, leaning on the pillars, gasping for breath.The miasma in the mansion made his stomach churn, and he retched endlessly.The young man's face was as pale as paper, and his whole body was limp. It took him a while to recover, and he braced himself up and walked into the house.

However, the nightmare entangled him and refused to let him go.The stench filled the air, and the Qin family became a veritable haunted house.

"Mother...Mother!" Qing Wan rushed into the room without looking or smelling.Who can kick him out of bed and wake him up?It can't be true!

Relying on his memory, the boy ran wildly all the way.I pushed open one wooden door after another, but I couldn't find Jiayue.

When he broke into the hall of the side yard, what caught his eyelids was a familiar figure holding a long sword: "...Brother Mo Ran?"

"Wan'er! Run!" An anxious and frightened female voice came from ahead.That's mother!But her figure was covered by the young man, he couldn't see the lady, let alone understand why he wanted to run away?

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a pool of blood.The master of the Qin family was lying on his back on the mahogany chair, his legs and feet stretched out, his arms stretched out on both sides, his head drooping to one side, and his clothes on his abdomen were evenly stained with a large amount of blood.The crimson vines seeped into the ground along the corners of the chair.

The boy's mind roared, shaking uncontrollably.

"Wan'er──! Go away! Stay far away from here, and never come back!" Jiayue knelt on the ground, her long hair scattered around.

"Shut up!" Mo Ran grabbed her hair and picked it up.The noble lady's eyebrows were frowned, and she gritted her teeth to endure the pain.

"Brother Moran...why are you bullying my mother? Why is daddy dead? Why are all the slaves dead?"

"Wan'er... run..." Tears welled up in her eyes, and she had mixed feelings in her heart. She only wished that her son could leave this "magic cave" as soon as possible.

"You are very noisy." The voice was cold, low but distinct, and a slight chill flashed through the dark green eyes.

With a wave of his sleeve, with a sound of "ding", the lady disappeared in front of the young man's eyes.

"Dick tick", "clap clap", there was a sound like water flowing from behind, from a small amount of drops to a rushing spring.

Qing Wan stiffly turned around slowly.That would be a nightmare he would never forget.

The graceful lady was pierced through the throat by a sharp sword and nailed to the eaves.The limbs are as weak as weeping willows, the cold wind blows the beautiful flowers floating, the black hair is floating in layers, and the half-opened eyes are empty and lifeless.Dark red poured down, staining the lacquered wood all over the floor.

That night, the snow was no longer pure.

That night, the snow that fell into the Qin Mansion was as red as a blooming oleander.

The corpses all over the field are set against the queen's tree high in the sky. This picture is deeply rooted in Qing Wan's soul memory.

"Mother..." The boy's eyes widened, his heart seemed to be missing, "Mother──!"