Renew

Hua Suyan moved his hand on Rongli's shoulder, and gently embedded two fingers into the thin neck.The back of her hand was stained with blood, and even her fingertips were stained bright red, as if she had just touched rouge.

Rong Li was frozen upright, and shrank his shoulders and neck in a jerk.

As far as ghosts are concerned, taking the life of a dying person like her is effortless.

Rong Li's body froze, her breath suddenly rose, it was obvious that those two fingers were only lightly pressing on her neck, and she hadn't exerted any strength yet, but she seemed to be strangled, and her cheeks turned red.

Hua Su let go, twisted up the tattered black silk cloth covering his body, and slowly wiped away the blood stains on his fingers, "Any other ghost could take your life so easily."

"I have a bamboo pen." Rong Li coughed a few times.

Hua Su looked at her, "A mortal's life is at most a hundred years old, you know how long I have lived."

Rong Li's downcast eyes trembled slightly, and he said truthfully, "I don't know."

Hua Su wiped his fingertips clean, then slowly wiped the crevices between his fingers, and said in a low voice, "When Emperor Xuanwei came to the throne, I once saw the amnesty of the world in the mortal world."

Emperor Xuanwei...

That was 300 years ago. This man ruled Kyushu, and his deeds are widely praised. Nowadays, in teahouses and restaurants, storytellers often mention his great achievements in those years. Even Chuipao Xiaoer knows his name and surname.

In this way, Hua Su must live longer than Emperor Xuanwei?

Rong Li thought about it and found it strange that it seems inappropriate to use the word "live" for a ghost.

She raised her head in a daze, her hand under the fox fur suddenly tightened, and she held the bamboo pen tightly, vaguely feeling that there was something in the nonsense, after realizing it, she suppressed the shock in her heart, and asked softly: "Could it be that you were born to... Is it a ghost?"

Hua Su didn't answer, seeing that the blood on his fingers hadn't been wiped off, his red lips parted slightly, and he exhaled a cold breath.With a roll of Yin Qi, the blood on her fingers was blown away.

She looked at Rongli, "If an ordinary person uses his thoughts to figure me out, I'm sure he's overthinking himself."

"Then what about me." Rongli's palm was covered with sweat, and the hand holding the pen moved slightly.

Hua Su said softly: "Now that you have this pen, how can you still be an ordinary person?" She patted the back of Rongli's hand through the soft fox fur on Rongli's cuff.

Rong Li almost didn't hold the pen, the hand holding the lantern softened for a while, and the light reflected on the ground flickered suddenly.

"Where did you go?" Hua Su asked again.

Rong Li knew he couldn't hide it, turned his downcast eyes, and then said: "I'm going to the bamboo courtyard."

"I'm going to see that ghost." Hua Su said straight away.

Rong Li nodded, secretly glanced at the surroundings, saw no one around, and then continued to walk towards the Orchid Court.

There was a creaking sound at the door of the orchid courtyard in the distance, and no one knew who had left the house.

Rong Li paused, lowered his voice and said: "She is my second mother, I don't know who killed her, I want to avenge her."

"Revenge?" Hua Su smiled coldly, as if he had heard some big joke, "Even if you are trapped in this Rong Mansion, you cannot protect yourself, and you still want to avenge her."

Rong Li pursed his lips and remained silent, hearing the sound of hurried footsteps coming from the yard.

Hua Su looked towards the gate of the courtyard, "The grievances of your second mother persisted after her death, and now she has become a fierce ghost. If I read correctly, she should have been bound by someone else in that narrow place, and given the gift of raising a ghost." In time, she will never remember you, and will only obey those who tamed her."

Rong Xin was startled, this remark was somewhat related to what Er Niang told her.She raised her eyes in surprise, "Who performed the technique?"

"Then I don't know." Hua Su was careless.

Rong Li shook his body, his face was a little hot, and his head was a little heavy.She raised her hand to support her forehead, thinking about the past incidents that Erniang mentioned when she was in the bamboo courtyard just now, she didn't know where Meng Xian came from.

After getting along for so long, she naturally knew that Meng Xian didn't have this ability, and there must be someone behind Meng Xian.

"Your maidservant has come out." Hua Su said.

Xiao Fu hurried over, looked up and saw her own girl, said with a bitter face: "Girl, why did you come outside suddenly in the middle of the night, it's so cold in the night."

Rong Li stood motionless with the lamp in his hand. When he heard Xiao Fu's voice, he stiffened his neck and turned his head. He staggered as if waking up from a dream. Fortunately, Xiao Fu helped her, otherwise she would have fallen. .

Xiaofu looked around in fear, seeing her girl was just out of her wits just now, she couldn't help asking: "Miss suffered from a nightmare? Or... a sleepwalking attack?"

But in her memory, her daughter has never suffered from sleepwalking.

Rong Li seemed to be in his own body, he raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, he gasped in panic, "Why am I here?"

Hua Su stood on the side, his long and narrow eyes were slightly bent, his expression was still cold and distant, "If you were on the stage, you must be the one who gets the most flowers and fruits."

The implication is that ordinary people can't learn this skill of posturing.

Xiao Fu was so frightened that she almost cried, she held the girl's arm tightly, "Girl, let's go back to the house, it's late at night, why is it so wicked, I fell asleep for some reason, and I couldn't see the girl when I woke up. My heart is about to jump out of my throat.”

Rong Li looked down at the lamp in his hand, and said weakly, "I don't know where I got this lamp."

Xiaofu was very panicked, snatched the lamp away in a hurry, and put it on the ground as if it was hot.

After returning to Orchid Courtyard, Rong Li took a special look at the firewood room, not knowing what happened to the maidservant Yu Zhuo who was locked inside.

After entering the house, Xiaofu looked her up and down nervously, and was relieved to see that her daughter was safe and sound.

Rong Li sat on the couch, shook his head slightly and said, "I'm not a good person."

"Girl, go to bed, I won't sleep anymore, I'll just sit here and watch." Xiaofu moved a low stool and sat by the bed, staring at her eyes.

Rong Li lightly said, "If I wake up at night, I'm afraid I will be frightened by you."

Xiao Fu bit her lower lip, "But, but I have to look at the girl."

"Go and sit over there, I won't be able to sleep if you sit here." Rong Li raised his hand and pointed to the log table in the distance.

Xiaofu stood up reluctantly, and sat down on the edge of the log table, and the skinned ghost who came back from Jingyin Temple was standing beside her motionless, his face, eyes, ears, nose, and mouth were crooked, very scary.

The incense in the room hadn't finished burning, and after a while, Xiao Fu fell asleep again due to the smoke.

Rong Li opened his eyes, looked at Hua Su who was standing by the window, and said in a low voice, "I haven't asked yet, why have you been here for so long tonight, but what happened to you?"

Hua Su turned her head around and wrapped her body in a black robe again, maybe it wasn't new, but it was patched with some magic.Half of her face was covered by black silk, and her eyes were as cold as ice, "The fake monk once hid in Jingyin Temple. I found traces of his stay in the temple, but the breath was weak, and I couldn't find it even after searching for it. It should be swallowed."

"Really swallowed by the green-clothed ghost?" Rong Li was surprised, "Have you met the green-clothed ghost before? The blood on your body just now..."

Hua Su said lightly: "The blood belongs to her. I put a blindfold on my body, so she couldn't recognize me. The fake monk didn't confess, otherwise the Qingshan ghost would know the location of the painting ghost from him, and he would definitely find me. Come to Rongfu."

"Painting... Could it be the name of this bamboo brush." ​​Rong Li turned sideways, pressed one hand under the soft pillow, and held the bamboo brush straight.

Hua Su nodded, and said nonchalantly: "But the green-clothed ghost should have fought against others before, so the ghost's power is exhausted."

"Could it be that a ghost is helping you in the dark, cutting off that fake monk's tongue..." Rong Li said boldly.

Hua Su chuckled, his eyes were cold, "Ghosts can talk without a mouth, do you want to hear it?"

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