Pretty sisters want to attack me

The hundredth rose was placed in a vase filled with water.

Jiang Lian pinched the outermost layer of petals, kneading the soft petals with her fingertips, dyeing her fingertips red.In the end, she pulled it out in retaliation.One petal, two petals... Jiang Lian didn't stop until the rose was about to bald.

Thinking of what happened in the bathroom yesterday, Jiang Lian wished that Pei Wanming would be the rose in her hand and let her do whatever she wanted.

Poured himself a cup of hot tea, Jiang Lian glanced at Aunt Wang who was standing awkwardly on one side, Aunt Wang groped for the sofa and sat down in front of her, with a smile on her face: "Jiang Daoshi, you saw me as a daughter ?”

Jiang Lian glanced at her with a half-smile, but didn't speak.Aunt Wang accompanied her with a smile: "I told you, don't be angry. It was indeed my goddaughter who asked me to bring you home. As for why it was you, I don't know."

Jiang Lian lowered her eyes and stared at the rippling tea noodles: "Aunt Wang, is it true that you sent me to the station?" Aunt Wang nodded quickly, and seeing her calm face, she said cautiously: "Daoist Jiang, are you sure?" Angry?" Jiang Lian looked at her calmly: "I'm not angry." She just wanted to find Pei Wanming and send her to reincarnation.

Aunt Wang sighed and said, "Actually, I know more or less about the other world. Wan Ming is a resentful spirit. She has no way to reincarnate on her own. She has always refused to live in the spirit world. She must have something in the human world." My wish is not fulfilled, I hope Taoist Jiang sees her holding her hand high and letting her go." Jiang Lian smiled quickly and stared at Aunt Wang: "Aunt Wang, you are joking, Pei Wanming's Taoism is better than mine, I am still I hope you have a good talk with her and let me go. As for entering reincarnation..." Jiang Lian frowned slightly, "I still need to contact the Celestial Master about this matter."

Pei Wanming's spiritual power is unfathomable, so let's tell the celestial master just in case.

Aunt Wang nodded without delay: "Daoist Jiang, you are busy, call me if you have something to do." She brought the teapot over and tiptoed away.

After she left, Jiang Lian took out the doll and placed it on the table.This is a hand-sewn doll, the doll looks very old, it should be a bit old.The doll's clothes were covered with blood, and the clothes were taken off. On the back of the doll, a pattern was drawn with black charcoal, and a yellow talisman was pasted on it.

The yellow talisman had someone's birth date written on it. Since it was found in Yang Jiejun's room, it was probably his birth date.Jiang Lian stretched out his hand and lightly touched the black pattern.

The moment she touched it, a black air dissipated in her fingertips, and pain rose from her fingertips.Jiang Lian withdrew his hand, took a picture of the pattern and sent it to Junior Brother Tang, asking him to go to the library to find out if there was a corresponding pattern.

The air froze for a moment.

Jiang Lian stretched out the back of his hand and gently touched the teacup. The teacup was already cold, and a thin layer of frost had formed on the wall of the cup.The fingertips slid lightly on the frost, Jiang Lian put it under his nose and smelled it, and there was a faint earthy smell.She looked back at the doll, staring at her distended belly.

Jiang Lian gently pressed the doll's stomach, and there seemed to be something inside.It is very dangerous to cut open the doll rashly, Jiang Lian is not sure, so he can only do nothing.

The white light shining on the wall turned into a faint orange red, dyeing the hem of Jiang Lian's long black hair red.She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttered slightly under the light, her amber pupils were clear and clear, and there seemed to be waves of light flowing in her eyes, she stared quietly ahead.When she raised her eyes, Jiang Lian remembered a person she had forgotten.

Pushing open the door, summer is rushing head-on, and the cicadas are annoying. Even though it is dusk, the temperature is still very high.Jiang Lian was annoyed by the noise, so she took an umbrella and walked out.She has long hair hanging loose, and she wears flip flops.The loose Taoist clothes don't look bloated on her body, but she is very relaxed and casual.

Turning the corner, she came to a clean path, with a faint fragrance of flowers in the wind.There is a flower shop on one side of the street, and the door is full of flower pots.

This is a small flower shop, but the decoration is very emotional. There is a white flower stand at the door, covered with green plants, and a white bud emerges from the layers of green.On the top is a wooden plaque, which reads: such as a firework shop.

With a sound of "Squeak -" a woman in a cheongsam walked out from the wooden door.Her black and smooth black hair was coiled up, and a hairpin was inserted obliquely. The light orange cheongsam was elegant on her body, making her face look like a peach blossom.She raised her eyes to look at Jiang Lian, her full red lips were slightly curved, and there was a hint of charm in the corners of her eyebrows and eyes.

"Guest, are you here to buy flowers?" She leaned her head on the door frame, resting on the door, holding a slender lit cigarette between her fingers painted with deep red nail polish.

She stared closely at the girl in front of her with a hidden smile. Her long black hair hung over her shoulders, like fine silk, her eyebrows and eyes were like mist like distant mountains, and her whole body was like the most beautiful lotus flower in June.

It looks much higher quality than her predecessors.

Is this the person above who let her approach?Hehe, even if she didn't have this task, she would be happy to get close.

The smile in Ji Manwen's eyes deepened, "Guest, let's buy a flower." Jiang Lian thought for a while and asked, "Did anyone order 99 roses from you last night?" It's not open yet."

Jiang Lian looked around, brought a daisy to her, and handed her 50 yuan.Ji Manwen chuckled and held out his hand.The fingertips rested lightly on Jiang Lian's hand, and scratched her palm as if nothing.

Jiang Lian suddenly withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted, and sneaked behind his back to wipe his clothes.

Ji Manwen took a puff of cigarette and sprayed it lightly on her face.The smoke obscured her vision, Jiang Lian lowered her eyes, and her eyes fell on the thin daisy.She heard Ji Manwen's voice from far away: "I can't remember, come back tomorrow."

The wooden door closed with a "squeak", and Jiang Lian stared at the closed wooden door, feeling a chill in his heart.The world under the mountain is too scary...

When Jiang Lian found the hotel, it was already night when he found Yang Jiejun.Knocking on the door, after waiting for a long time, Yang Jiejun gently opened the door, peeping out a crack, seeing Jiang Lian, Yang Jiejun was terrified: "Is that girl gone?"

Jiang Lian said, "She didn't come." Yang Jiejun heaved a sigh of relief, and turned to let her in.Jiang Lian stood at the door and looked at him: "You go home tonight." Yang Jiejun's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief: "Go back home? If I don't go back, I will die."

Jiang Lian patiently explained to him: "You won't die, if you don't go home, she won't come." Yang Jiejun shook his head like a rattle: "No matter what you say, I won't go back with you Yes." Jiang Lian stared at him, Yang Jiejun looked timid, holding the bedpost and refused to let go.

"Whose birthday is July 1990, 7?" Jiang Lian asked him.Yang Jiejun froze for a moment, then shook his head. "I, I don't know, it's not mine, and it's not my parents'." He thought hard for a while, and said uncertainly: "I have an older sister, maybe it belongs to her."

Jiang Lian reached out to him: "Give me your sister's address." Yang Jiejun swallowed and looked at her nervously: "She... died ten years ago, it seems... fell off a cliff." "Where is it? Yang Jiejun shook his head: "I don't know, she moved out a long time ago."

"Okay, call if you need anything." Jiang Lian couldn't get more information from Yang Jiejun, so he had to write him his mobile phone number.

Close the door and check that the symbols on the door are completely attached.Jiang Lian turned back and walked to the elevator.

The hair hanging on her shoulders moved slightly, and Jiang Lian stopped.She took out her cell phone, but there was no signal.

The narrow corridor is empty, the ceiling above the head is very low, the dark red doors on both sides are closed tightly, stepping on the scarlet carpet, the whole person seems to be sinking, and he can barely maintain his balance.The surroundings were extremely quiet, Jiang Lian walked a few steps and looked back, there was a door facing her.She looked up, the ceiling was crumbling, and the surrounding scene was slowly distorting and deforming.

dull, depressing.

She was trapped in a rectangular box with no gaps on all sides, and she couldn't find a raw exit.

The elevator stopped on the 13th floor. Jiang Lian stretched out his hand and pressed the elevator. The number above the elevator slowly changed.

13...13...13...

The elevator stops at the 13th floor.

The wind that came from nowhere gently blew her broken hair, Jiang Lian turned her head to look, the door facing her suddenly saw a lot of blood seeping from the door, dyeing all the walls and ceiling red, surging He rushed towards her.The air was filled with a strong smell of rust, which instantly deprived her of the space to breathe.

Jiang Lian fell to the ground, holding her neck tightly with both hands, as if someone was strangling her neck with an invisible rope.

Big drops of tears fell from her eyes, Jiang Lian opened his mouth wide, trying to make a sound, but the sound was all dissipated in the air.She stared at the front firmly, and it seemed that a human-shaped thing wrapped in blood was walking towards her. Every time she took a step, the oxygen in her lungs decreased.

A white light gradually flashed in front of his eyes. In the moment of white light, Jiang Lian saw that he was picked up by the celestial master when he was still a baby, and then there were all kinds of memories, like a horse watching flowers.She tremblingly stretched out her right hand to draw a talisman, but was held tightly by an invisible big hand. There was severe pain in her right hand, as if her bones had been crushed.

Ten fingers connected to her heart, the pain in her right hand quickly made her unable to continue thinking, and the strength in her hand gradually relaxed.Her eyelids drooped, and she no longer had the strength to struggle.

Is...is that the case?

She really died like this?

Very unwilling.

So unwilling!

Jiang Lian wanted to raise his hand again, but he couldn't even control his body.Her vision gradually dimmed, and she saw a woman with a blurry face standing in front of her.The cold swept across her whole body in an instant, her hair, eyelashes, and lips were covered with frost, she exhaled a white breath, and fell down with her head up.

At the moment when her life was counting down, she clearly felt that the blood flow in her body slowed down, and she gradually became mechanical, unable to continue thinking.

Just when she thought she was about to lose her life, all the shackles on her body disappeared in an instant, and a faint fragrance came from the tip of her nose.Jiang Lian suddenly opened his eyes wide, curled up and coughed non-stop.

Sweat wet her forehead and hair, and the corners of her eyes were slightly red. Jiang Lian slowly recovered her breath while clutching her chest.The voice came back again, and she heard her own coughing.

Pressing her cool fingertips on her temples, she heard a low and gentle voice saying in her ear: "Take a break." As if by magic, a burst of drowsiness hit Jiang Lian slowly , Slowly closed his eyes.

All the blood receded, and even the woman disappeared.

Pei Wanming hugged her body, and his eyes fell on the daisy in her arms.

She has been watching Jiang Lian, seeing her walking to the door of the flower shop, seeing her talking to others, seeing her accepting this pure white daisy flower.

White daisies represent pure beauty.

Pei Wanming lowered her eyes, stretched out her hand and crushed the petals mercilessly.