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Obviously, the letter written by his lover a hundred years ago is being held by others, but Xishuang's first reaction is to ask what the nanny said before leaving.

really.

Yan Shixun laughed silently.

He guessed right.

Xishuang's deepest resentment, the power that supports her to transform into a ghost, is not the lover she did not wait for.

But nanny.

Ever since the nanny told Yan Shixun that Xishuang had been living in a prison on the fourth floor for a hundred years, no matter how much she begged and refused to see her, Yan Shixun had doubts in his heart.

Judging from the fear of the old housekeeper and those blood-red monsters towards the fourth floor and the garden, Xishuang definitely didn't do nothing for a hundred years, but shrank on the fourth floor because of fear.Turning into a fierce ghost and staying here, she has enough power to scare even the most vicious bandits on the spot.

Even Yan Shixun suspected that what the Taoist priest who asked him to pay more attention to the changes in Guishan before said that there were dead bodies walking on Guishan but couldn't get out of the Guishan boundary no matter what, was also because of the frost.

That's why the nanny said that Xishuang's resentment not only trapped her enemy, but also trapped herself.

The actor who ran out of the villa without permission to go down the mountain, but encountered blood-red monsters all over the mountain and couldn't reach the foot of the mountain, also proved this point.

——The blood-red humanoid monsters in the villa and in the mountains are all related to the bandits back then.After they died, they were trapped in the ghost's cage because of Xishuang's resentment, which bred new resentment and merged with the entire ghost mountain, making the ghost aura here even darker.

So that no matter who walks into the ghost mountain, they will be left here by this resentment, and they will not be able to find the way to Guishan.

But it was the so strong that the old housekeeper and those monsters were afraid of Xishuang, but he didn't walk down the fourth floor.

On the third floor of the villa, she can only use hallucinations to manipulate living people to self-mutilate and commit suicide, or appear in front of living people through mirrors.

And no matter how furious Xi Shuang was, Yan Shixun failed to stir up Xi Shuang to appear on other floors.

Even when he wanted to take the initiative to go to the fourth floor, Xi Shuang, who was supposed to lure him to the fourth floor at such a good time and kill the person who angered her again, seemed to be stepped on the wound. The fury of the ghost mountain triggered a vision of heaven and earth in the entire ghost mountain.

Xishuang, it seemed that not only was she afraid of the villa where she died, but she also didn't want anyone to go to the fourth floor to see her.

As if she was afraid of her ugliness being seen by others, she hid herself airtight.

——She was a famous Cantonese opera actress a hundred years ago, with her arrogance and extreme beauty. Her beauty and singing are like fragrant roses blooming in old Shanghai.

So why is she afraid?Why are you afraid of seeing the nanny?

...or is she afraid as a child in front of her mother?

This kind of ghost is so powerful that even Taoist priest Haiyun feels troublesome, but like a child who has done something wrong, he has avoided the nurse for a whole hundred years.

Yan Shixun was sitting on the exquisite velvet dressing stool in front of the dressing table, looking at Xi Shuang who was still waiting for his answer in the dressing mirror, he pursed his light red lips unhurriedly.

"Nurse said that she loves you very much." Yan Shixun slightly lowered his eyes, looking at the letter on the dressing table.

He kept complaining about his lover, and at night, he possessed Bai Shuang and sang lamentingly, but this letter was full of love from his lover, but Xishuang didn't even look at it, and didn't even notice that he tied the letter to her. in her long hair.

Just focused, anxious and fearful, waiting anxiously for Yan Shixun to deliver the last words from the nanny.

"She is worried about whether you will be hungry, whether you will be cold, whether you will be lonely without someone to talk to you. She is worried that you will never be able to let go of what happened a hundred years ago, so that you will close yourself here, unable to enter the next— This reincarnation. She hopes that you can forget death and resentment, whether it is the lover you are waiting for or the resentful bandit, take it off and put it here. Then, welcome the next life again and enjoy the peace and happiness in the world."

Perhaps a hundred years ago, people expressed their love too implicitly, and the nanny was too constrained by the restrictions brought about by her body, so that she never expressed her delicate and heavy maternal love to the young lady whom she regarded as her own daughter.Even if she had died and turned into a ghost, when facing Yan Shixun, the nanny's love for Xishuang was hidden under every word of worry, and she didn't say it directly.

But now, Yan Shixun revealed all the deep love of the nanny, and spread it directly in front of Xishuang.

Chi Shuang, who didn't expect to get such an answer, was stunned.

In the blood-colored mirror, Li Gui's long curly hair fell down, and the anxiety and guilt hidden in his eyes also turned into crystal tears, flowing up little by little.

"She loves you, just like an ordinary mother who loves her child deeply."

Yan Shixun deliberately softened his magnetic and low voice, with the intention of comforting: "She never blamed you, no, it's better to say that she blamed herself for not protecting you better than blaming you. She I am very sad that you have rejected her for a hundred years, she really wants to see you, touch your face again, and tell you—everything is over, you don't need to be afraid..."

"The nanny you regard as your biological mother also loves you as you love her. In fact, she misses you very much."

—Xing Qing's tears flowed down Xishuang's beautiful phoenix eyes.

She looked at Yan Shixun at a loss, maybe because Yan Shixun's expression and tone at the moment were too reliable and reassuring, she did not doubt what Yan Shixun said.

Xishuang clutched the corner of her cheongsam tremblingly, her bright red lips trembled so that she could hardly speak: "How could... I thought, I thought that the nanny would blame me, and she would definitely look at me with hatred and disgust. Look at me, that's why I don't have the courage to meet her, I'm afraid...I'm afraid she hates me."

"Because it's me, I insisted on waiting here to marry him, and that's why my nanny died here with me. She didn't have to suffer these things because she wanted to stay with me..."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry nurse, I don't want to see you, I didn't mean to make you sad."

Xi Shuang cried so much that her makeup was all over her face, her vision was blurred, as if the nanny stood in front of her again, just like before that night, just like when she was a child, she still extended her hand lovingly to her, Wanted to hold her in his arms.

"I miss you too, nanny, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I should be braver, so I can see you again. But I'm really scared, I'm afraid you don't love me anymore, I'm sorry..."

Xishuang is like a child who has done something wrong and waits for punishment and scolding. Standing in front of his mother, he is too guilty to look up, but unexpectedly only gets a loving pat on the head from his mother, and asks with a smile if she is not hurt.

So those bony wounds that were hidden behind her arm suddenly hurt so much that she couldn't bear it, and she couldn't suppress the grievances in her heart anymore, she just wanted to throw herself into her mother's warm embrace and cry loudly. All the grievances were cried out happily.

Yan Shixun stared at Xishuang without saying a word, and understood everything from her confused and upside-down explanation.

——What turned Xishuang into a ghost was not the resentment that she failed to wait for her lover.

Rather, guilt and anger for the death of the nanny.

On that night a hundred years ago, the nanny fell to her death in front of Xishuang.She watched her nanny die tragically, but she couldn't kill the bandits to avenge her nanny. This kind of pain could not be forgotten until after she died. It was imprinted on her soul and crossed the boundary between life and death, becoming her last obsession.

As a result, he turned into a ghost and returned to the ghost mountain.

The news that Yan Shixun brought was almost a blow to Chi Shuang, she couldn't care about Yan Shixun's existence, she cried in the mirror and trembled all over, and kept murmuring "I'm sorry".

If she hadn't left the city willfully to stay in the forest villa in the outskirts, she wouldn't have encountered bandits and caused her nanny to die tragically.

If she could be braver, and when the nanny was standing outside the fourth floor, she mustered up the courage to go out and say sorry to the nanny, maybe the misunderstanding between them could be resolved earlier, and they would not have to be separated from each other in different spaces. pain.

in case……

Time can turn back.

"Tick, tick..."

At this moment, Yan Shixun keenly heard a slight falling sound.

He stared sharply at the source of the voice.

But it was the crystal hourglass that had been standing still on the dressing table, suddenly a grain of sand fell down, and hit the empty crystal bottom, making an almost inaudible sound.

Yan Shixun froze for a moment, then smiled slightly.

He found the only way to leave the ghost mountain.

——The obsession to make Xishuang a ghost has been shaken.

The time frozen by the hatred trapped outside Yin and Yang began to flow again with the collapse of the emotions that Xi Shuang had been holding on to for a long time.

The fourth floor, this villa, and even this entire ghost mountain, which is isolated from other spaces in the villa, will also collapse like a sand embankment.

Xishuang's tears dripped on her blood-red rose cheongsam, and the blood color slowly faded from the blooming rose pattern.

She cried out the tears of being a child, and the memories of life and death resurfaced.

—A tear of blood fell on the corner of Xishuang's eye.

——Wherever Li Gui has tears, it is the resentment and pain in the soul, and it is the blood flowing from the body at the time of death.

The strong wind blew up, rolled up the curtains and bed curtains in the room, and the candles shook violently, elongating strange black shadows on the wall, like ghosts and ghosts rushing towards them with teeth and claws.

Yan Shixun was still sitting in front of the dressing table, not moving, quietly waiting for something.

—Tears of blood slid down Xishuang's face, reflected in the blood-colored mirror, forming a frightening evil ghost's face in the shaking light and shade.

She no longer trembled in pain, that gorgeous beauty's face was full of hatred.

—to the bandits, to herself.

"Zhou style..."

"Zhou style..."

Xishuang danced wildly in anger, screaming sharply with a ferocious face: "Zhou Shi——!!!"

The whole room shook violently under the scream of strong hatred. The furniture in the room smashed to the ground one after another, the beams and stone walls collapsed, and the cage that Xishuang built for herself was finally broken because of herself. Emotional shake and collapse.

Yan Shixun didn't dodge or dodge, letting the huge and heavy mahogany wardrobe hit him.

On the dressing table, the crystal hourglass resumed its flow, and the sand flew up and down.

"boom--!"

Yan Shixun's eyes finally went completely dark.

When he opened his eyes again, he was no longer on the fourth floor of the villa.

But in the cold soil, looking up at the waning moon in the night sky.