Ling house

These pigs, scumbags!Oh, baby Licha is very much to my liking, you'll break him! "I don't know who whistled, "Haha, everyone, our water battalion commander wants to enjoy the blessings of everyone?"Hahaha. "Shui Sheng put on a fierce face, "Boy Liu, do you want to taste the majesty of the master?" "Hahaha..." The soul looked at everything absurd, and felt a strange touch spread in his heart, what's wrong?

Shuisheng tore off the clothes of the prisoners who were struggling to move, and performed a reality show in the madness of the prisoners. The man under him convulsed and screamed. Let out a pleasant muffled grunt. "Ha, Battalion Commander Shui, you screwed up that kid." "Battalion Commander Shui is mighty, hahaha!" The prisoners slapped the wooden pillars hard, feeling extremely excited.The young man under Shuisheng had already passed out from the pain... His soul trembled uncontrollably, ah, he knew something was wrong, the feeling of nausea surged up, his soul retreated in embarrassment, but fell into an embrace.

"Ah Hao... thinks this is disgusting?" The voice is ethereal, with some undisguised injuries, "Ah Hao thinks that is dirty?"

The soul was all over for a while, temporarily forgotten memories came one after another, the soul shivered and shrank into a ball, and fell into the embrace behind.

The voice sighed, "Ah Hao, you really...tortured me, no matter, I will give you some more time, I will wait for you."

The soul fell into a deep sleep...

Inside Ling Hao's room.

"What a bunch of trash! Lao Zhong, go and invite me again. Now that the master is sick, brother Hao can't do anything else!"

"lady……"

"Why, don't you even listen to my words?" Fan Lianhua raised her brows, quite imposing.

"Yes, ma'am." Zhongzi walked out quickly, it wasn't he who refuted Madam, but the doctor who diagnosed the third young master might have different intentions!

Fan Lianhua married Mr. Ling two years ago and became his step-wife, and now her stomach has not moved. Mr. Ling is showing a sign that half of her foot has stepped into the coffin. , the young masters and ladies below Ling Hao also flattered her on the surface and slandered her secretly. As the only legitimate son of the Ling family, as long as he doesn't die, the rest of the Ling family's little bastards can't play, and Ling Hao's mother is dead. For her, it can be regarded as a light in the night, a favorable choice.

14

Ling Hao woke up, lying on the bed in a daze, Zhongzi went to the kitchen and brought a bowl of bird's nest and lotus seed porridge to the third young master. When he came back, he saw Ling Hao's haggard appearance. Standing next to Hao, he lifted Ling Hao up and leaned against the pillow.

Ling Hao glanced at the bird's nest and lotus seed porridge. The porridge is a mixture of red and white. It should be a very appetizing liquid food, but in Ling Hao's brain, it was reduced to a mixture of blood and brain pulp. Suddenly, the acid water in his abdomen surged, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead. , raised his hand and swept the bowl away, and was about to spit it out.

Zhongzi was winking, and was not frightened by Ling Hao's sudden movement. He quickly took a spittoon and handed it to Ling Hao. The water was bitter and aching in the mouth. From the corner of the eye, I caught a glimpse of the clear water being handed over, and took a sip suddenly to relieve the bitterness in it. I looked up at Zhongzi, and said hoarsely, "Uncle Zhong..."

Zhongzi hurriedly said, "Third Young Master, I'll bring you what you want to eat."

Ling Hao shook his head slowly, swallowed another big sip of water to relieve the thirst in his throat, and leaned against the pillow weakly, feeling as if his whole body had been crushed, exhausted to the point of exhaustion, "No, I don't have an appetite. "

"Third young master, what can I do? You haven't eaten for two days, how about I ask the kitchen to prepare some porridge for you?"

"Yeah." Ling Hao replied, he also knew that he had to eat something, his stomach twitched and hurt hotly.Watching Zhongzi walk out quickly, Ling Hao fell into deep thought.

He must have had a dream. Everything in the dream was like a personal experience. Ling Hao's face was pale, and his eyes were covered with a layer of darkness. He rested his hands on his forehead and decided to relax... Just as he was about to fall asleep, Zhongzi When he came in, Ling Hao thought he had something to ask him, so he pulled himself together, took the porridge that Zhongzi brought, and sipped it in small sips, "By the way, Uncle Zhong, the identities of those who died in the Ling family have been checked. without?"

Zhongzi saw Ling Hao's tired face, and said distressedly, "Third young master, the dead are being taken over by officials, so you should pay more attention to rest and health. Madam has lost her temper a lot because of your affairs, ah, you, young master Woke up and haven't told Madam about it yet, young master, please rest, I will inform Madam right away."

Ling Hao slapped his hands, ma'am?Thinking of the mournful woman in Mr. Ling's room that day, Ling Hao suddenly realized, and stopped Zhongzi's movements, "Uncle Zhong, don't worry, there are a lot of things going on in the house these days, and Dad is sick in bed again, and everything going up and down is very important." I need... Madam to take a look, since I'm fine, don't bother Madam to worry... Cough cough, my body is not that delicate, but those dead people in the mansion..."

Zhongzi paused, "If the young master insists on knowing earlier, I will tell you what I know verbatim."

"The identities of the three people who died have been ascertained. The government received the evidence of the servants selling their bodies in the house, and checked them one by one. It was found that Hu Sheng Tianwazi and Xiaozhu disappeared from the mansion. The bodies that have been found are Hu Sheng Hetian Wazi, and Xiaozhu He disappeared two days ago and has not been found so far. The other dead official named Shui Sheng was originally a small leader in the prison..."

Ling Hao buzzed his head, Hu Sheng, Tian Wazi, Shui Sheng...why did their names appear in his dream?There is also a missing maid, Xiaozhu. Ling Hao recalled the female scream he heard before he passed out, and felt that it belonged to the girl named Xiaozhu. What is the connection between all of this?Did Xiao Zhu see the face of the murderer, so he was silenced, why is he fine, and who is the murderer?Why was he so bold, and also the extremely weird way of death, Ling Hao felt a burst of cold air approaching Tianling Gai, and it might be a good way to just fall into a coma.

Zhongzi finally decided to inform Fan Shi, but Ling Hao didn't stop him, he wanted to stay by himself for a while, huddled under the quilt, Ling Hao thought sadly, is the murderer really a human being in such a way of death?ghost?Maybe it's a ghost... Ling Bai's coffin is still parked in the front hall of Ling's house. Could it be that Ling Bai's ghost came to take revenge?Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that the cause of Ling Bai's death is not simple, but Mr. Ling, the leader of the Ling family, has not pursued it, and no one has made fun of it. Ling Bai died wronged, so come to revenge?Tomorrow is Ling Bai's first seven days. It is said that the ghost's skill will increase greatly this night, and Ling Bai will come back?Come back and kill the Ling family, everyone in the Ling family?

The unreasonable guessing of ghosts and gods made Ling Hao tremble all over, and he was very frightened, "Ling Bai, the grievance...the grievance has a head and a debtor, and I have no grievances or enmity with you. If you come back, don't look for me. Those who don't want to stay longer, leave tomorrow, tomorrow..."

The air seemed to be a few degrees colder. Ling Hao widened his eyes in horror, looked at an unknown place, fell silent, covered his head as if trying to escape, and soon fell asleep. This was also due to his body, which was already weak. Bearing unacceptable facts is overloaded, coupled with illusory fears, it is extremely exhausting.

The teacup on the table burst open suddenly, and the tea spilled all over the floor. The quilt on Ling Hao was lifted, and he grabbed the quilt with one hand and confronted each other. It turned out that Ling Hao was unconsciously vigilant, and the quilt was put down.

A human figure was recessed in the position next to Ling Hao, imprisoning Ling Hao, sighs rose from all around, with anger and helpless pampering, "How could I kill you, idiot..."

15

In this world, there are no trees without roots, water without sources, things without reasons, and bridges without foundations...

On the soul-returning day of the young master of the Ling family, the forgotten deceased was finally heard. There was a black and white photo of Ling Bai hanging in the front hall. There was a smile on his gorgeous face, and he looked at the servants mockingly. The coffin was buried two days ago. Buried at the Ling family's ancestral grave, the white silk fluttered in the hall, like the tentacles of some monster with teeth and claws.

Mr. Ling dragged his sick body to invite a mass in an unknown small temple on the west side of the town, and sang the Requiem Sutra for Ling Bai. Ling Hao watched the little monk knock on the wooden fish one after another, and issued vague, unknown notes from his mouth. The gift of Buddhism did not spread to Ling Hao. The coldness in the hall made him startled. In a trance, he caught a glimpse of Ling Bai in the photo with the corners of his mouth curled up and a mocking smile. Forget the world, those who come from the soul, all the emotions are cut off, the next life, the present, and the cycle..." Ling Hao rubbed his eyes fiercely, staring at Ling Bai fiercely, and the smile just now seemed to be his hallucination.

The mass was invited by Ling Jingye with a lot of money. It seemed very unreliable and put on airs, but Ling Hao felt that the room full of scriptures would not have any effect. Looking at Ling Jingye's haggard face with cold eyes, Ling Hao I really don't know how I feel in my heart. The years are like a knife, and the traces of aging have been carved on the face of Mr. Ling. Ling Jingye is finally old. Ling Hao sniffs his nose, feeling sore and impatient. Out of the hall.

Watching Ling Hao leave, Ling Jingye opened his mouth, but did not utter half a syllable. His expression was a little slumped, he withdrew his mind, and stared at the little mass chanting in a daze.

Ling Hao wandered around Ling's house, the huge Ling's house was so quiet and seductive, he saw a servant full of horror for a long time, "That's right, the murderer is still at large, no one knows if he will be the next victim, they haven't left yet Very good."

"Hmph, that's what they can't do without, the traitor on their bodies