horror confession

Sheng Shizhao's face was dark and full of resentment, and he stared straight into the window. Seeing the two figures getting closer and closer, and occasionally there was a few faint laughter, a sour feeling suddenly gushed out from the bottom of his heart, as if he was slapped. Turned over many vinegar bottles.

"Shizhao, it's really inconvenient for you to go in now." Uncle Cheng said with a look of embarrassment while holding a delicate rose.

Uncle Cheng's words were like sharp thorns on the rhizome of a rose, piercing into Sheng Shizhao's heart, recalling the prediction Chris gave Lu Jinghong at noon, thinking that the person in the room must be Lu Jinghong's peach blossom Otherwise, how could lonely men and widows live in the same room at night?

"Uncle Cheng, don't stop me, I have to go in today to meet my mistress."

Sheng Shizhao's words seemed to be squeezed out between his teeth, Uncle Cheng was slightly taken aback when he heard them, and Sheng Shizhao pushed the door open in the blink of an eye.

The laughter in the room stopped abruptly.Sheng Shizhao squinted his eyes to see how beautiful this peach blossom was, but who would have thought that there was no one else in the room except Lu Jinghong who was drinking genuine tea.

"Where's Peach Blossom!" Sheng Shizhao scanned every corner of the house, but still couldn't find anyone.

Uncle Cheng followed closely and said in a panic, "Sir, I didn't stop you just now..."

Lu Jinghong waved his hand, with a hint of mischief in his eyes, sipped the tea in his hand, looked at the portrait hanging on the wall, and said with a smile: "The peach blossoms on the human face are red. Xin Wan, my apprentice will also welcome you Compare it to a peach blossom."

This painting is as tall as a person, and Sheng Shizhao has never seen it before, and it is unknown when Lu Jinghong hung it up.

In the painting, there is a young woman from the south of the Yangtze River wearing a light peach-colored cheongsam and wearing a bun. Her skin is creamy, and a light-colored peach blossom is drawn between her eyebrows.

At the same time as the words fell, the woman in the painting bent her lips and nodded to Sheng Shizhao with a smile.

Sheng Shizhao was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that she was a painting soul.

Grandpa once said that some undead will indeed parasitize in their own photos or portraits after death, and he suddenly felt a chill in his heart, secretly thinking——

Well, you Lu Jinghong, your taste is really strong enough, you dare to play with ghosts!

No wonder Chris would say "this method won't work", don't you understand the truth that people and ghosts have different paths!

Sheng Shizhao calculated that no matter how beautiful Xin Wan looked, she would be over 100 years old by now, so he purposely called out "Hello, grandma!"

Lu Jinghong's complexion darkened, and his eyes stabbed at Sheng Shizhao like needles, but was reflected in place by Sheng Shizhao's magnanimous and stubborn eyes, which immediately stung him speechless.

The temperature inside the house suddenly dropped to freezing point.

Just when the two were at a stalemate, suddenly a gust of warm wind blew across Sheng Shizhao's cheeks, mixed with the faint fragrance of peach blossoms, and the next second, Xin Wan actually walked out of the painting, lingering around her and falling down peach petals.

The petals floated to Sheng Shizhao's shoulder with the night wind, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and he found himself in a dilapidated thatched hut. Xin Wan's appearance was reflected in the blurry vanity mirror, with hair like splashed ink and eyebrows like distant mountains.

"Miss, the Japanese pirates have already broken into Xinjiazhuang, you should hide quickly."

A girl dressed in rags and patches hurried over, holding a pair of rusty scissors in her hand.

"I won't go. What should the others do if I go?" Xin Wan stared at herself in the mirror with firm eyes, "A Tao, there is an escape tunnel under my mattress, you go first."

A Tao shook her head vigorously, and held Xin Wan's hand tightly: "I won't leave if Miss does not leave. Even if I die, I will always follow Miss underground!"

As the voice fell, there were screams one after another outside the window, and the sound of objects being overturned one after another.

"Xin Wan, our Majesty welcomes you." A translator in uniform shouted outside the house with his hands on his hips.

Xin Wan neatly pulled her hair back into a bundle, before walking out the door, carefully put a piece of folded paper into the collar of her chest.

The mighty Japanese pirates had surrounded the door, each of them holding a long knife, the blade pointed at the old and weak women and children kneeling on the ground, they were all people who got along with Xin Wan day and night.

The leader of the pirates put their hands behind their backs and looked Xin Wan up and down with satisfaction. The translator beside him bowed and said obsequiously: "She is the last blessing priestess of the Taoist sect in Huaguo. Back then, Nurhachi was under the care of her ancestors. With the help, the Qing Dynasty was opened up."

The leader of the Japanese pirates gave a long "hmm" in satisfaction, stepped forward and squeezed Xin Wan's chin, and said in not-so-fluent Chinese: "Very good. Prayer girl, if you can pray for us to unify Huaguo, I will protect you." For half a lifetime, there will be inexhaustible glory and wealth."

Xin Wan took a long breath, his gaze was like a sharp knife scraping at the other party, and he spat hard on the tip of his nose.

The pirate sneered a few times, wiped off the water stains on his face with his hands, and smiled even more in his deep eyes, saying word by word: "I like it. But you have to pay the price."

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers at the pawn beside him.The other party waved the long knife in his hand without hesitation, and the blade was straight at the people kneeling on the ground, as if there was no humanity at all.

There were screams one after another, and when the blade was only a few centimeters away from the neck, Xin Wan roared, "Stop!"

The blade was still in the air, and the people on the ground let out a long gasp and passed out.The pirate stared at Xin Wan with great interest, "Why, agreed?"

Xin Wan slowly closed her eyes, nodded her head, her hands trembled and clenched into fists, the nails of her ten fingers were deeply embedded in her palms, making her painful and awake again.

"Miss, you can't do this!" A Tao held Xin Wan's arm and shook her head repeatedly, pleading in her eyes.

Xin Wan said in an unquestionable tone, "A Tao, change my clothes for me."

Dark clouds covered the entire sky, birds circled and wailed in the low altitude, and the strong wind seemed to sweep the entire Xinjiazhuang.

Xin Wan slowly walked up to the altar set up in the center of the village, followed by A Tao, who was changing her clothes just now.

Both of them were wearing robes woven with phoenix feathers, and half gold-leaf phoenix-yellow masks were buckled on their faces, like two fairies who had fallen into the dust.

The translator in the audience snatched a bamboo chair from nowhere, and dog-leggedly invited the leader of the Japanese pirates to sit down and watch the show. Behind him were two rows of civilians tied to the ground, surrounded by a group of Japanese pirates with knives.

Accompanied by the sound of the drum in A Tao's hands, Xin Wan's dancing posture is sonorous and powerful, with a sad expression, like a phoenix weeping blood, telling the love of Mai Xiu and Mi Mi.

The graceful dancing posture made the non-commissioned officers look straight, and the interpreter smiled and said, "Why don't you let Xin Wan serve you tonight."

"Well, good, I'll leave the little one to you."

The translator smiled from ear to ear.

After the dance was over, there was a muffled thunder in the sky. Xin Wan knelt in the middle of the altar, raised her head and said loudly: "I, Xin Wan, pray with the Xin family line - may there be no more invaders in the land, and the captives, protect the people, Anguo. Now I am willing to serve the country with this body, so that the heroes who died in battle can rest in peace, and may there be no gunpowder in the country!"

After speaking, the rainstorm came as expected, as if even the sky was mourning.

The torrential rain wet Xin Wan's eyelashes, she and A Tao looked at each other, and they nodded in tacit understanding.

The drum beat in A Tao's hands quickened, and Xin Wan muttered something.She touched the piece of paper hidden in her chest, and said to herself: "Mr. once said, 'When there is a little heat and a little light, it is like a firefly, and it can also shine a little light in the dark without waiting for a torch. There is no torch, I am the only light.'”

"What are they doing! Quick, shoot them!"

But at the same time as Xin Wan's spell fell, suddenly the first "boom" resounded through the sky, and several wooden boards in the altar were thrown into the air at once!

The translators and Japanese pirates closest to the altar were blown to two meters away, and after struggling for a while on the ground, they finally died.

The peach tree behind the altar shook violently because of the explosion, and the blood-stained peach blossoms rustled down. Half a phoenix mask hung on the treetop, fluttering with the wind and rain.

"I was too young when I died, and I didn't leave any descendants. If I had a great-grandson, he should be as old as Shizhao."

I saw Xin Wan looking at Sheng Shizhao with red eyes, with a bit of regret in his eyes.

Sheng Shizhao was still immersed in the grief and indignation just now, his knuckles were ringing due to excessive force into fists.

Lu Jinghong said to Sheng Shizhao in a serious tone: "Xin Wan is the last descendant of the line of praying and sacrificial women. The line of praying and sacrificial women originally belonged to the branch of Nuo masters, but it was cut off at Xin Wan's place. Speaking of which, she They are also your ancestors."

Tears welled up in his eyes, and Sheng Shizhao took Xin Wan's hand, recalling her previous experiences, choked up and didn't know what to say.

Xin Wan smiled, took off a peach blossom hairpin that was in a bun at the back of her hair, and handed it to Sheng Shizhao: "This is given to me by my father. I can bless you and your loved one to grow old together. I don't need it anymore." , to you."

Sheng Shizhao was taken aback for a moment, and said falteringly: "Then, between you and my master..."

Uncle Cheng on the side was amused, and said: "Mr.'s patriarch later called back Xin Wan's remnant soul, enshrined it in a painting, and kept it for generations. This is a secret of the Lu family."

Xin Wan also smiled, and said, "I'm just greedy for the great rivers and mountains of the motherland. Mr. Tuo Lu brought me by his side, so I can come out to have a look at any time."

After speaking, Sheng Shizhao's ears turned red when he thought of the reckless action he made just now due to a misunderstanding, and when he took the hairpin, he solemnly bowed and apologized to Xin Wan.

Xin Wan looked at Lu Jinghong with a smile, "You said earlier that you wanted me to show Shi Zhao's face?"

Lu Jinghong nodded, pulled his silly apprentice's arm to his side, and said, "I heard that the Xin family has a unique skill 'ghost eye fortune-telling', in addition to being able to tell good or bad luck from the face, you can also see the person's personality." Past and present lives, blood clan."

Sheng Shizhao's heart skipped a beat and he held his breath.

Grandpa once said that the ghost eye method was created by Guiguzi in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. It has a history of more than 300 years. It was only granted to the direct line, and it has long been lost.

If Xin Wan really knows how to use ghost eyes, then my life experience will be revealed.

The author has something to say: I will publish another chapter tonight to make up for the chapter that was updated yesterday, bow down!