The villain is too beautiful! The hero is in love again

The Taoist ghost and Chunniang continued to bicker with each other as usual whenever they met.

The Emperor's Ghost still stood there in a daze, like a piece of wood.

Occasionally when I wake up, I can say a sentence or two, which is already a good state.

Zhang Wanyi had already gotten used to the company of the three ghosts. After arriving at the Meng residence, her uneasy heart seemed to be soothed.

"Okay, stop joking. We are here to say goodbye to Wan Yi."

"Oh, right, Xiao Yiyi. We found a cracked barrier under the well water in Xiaoxiang Garden."

"It's possible that the anomalies of the past few decades can be explained by looking behind the barrier. We're not here during this time, so you have to protect yourself well."

"Don't forget that you are a man. You must not let the people here discover your identity!"

Jiang Wanyi looked at Chunniang, who was always smiling gently, and now had an extremely serious expression. Knowing that he could not help, he nodded obediently.

"Okay, I understand. You should be careful too."

"Of course, I am very powerful! I will never be bullied by a ghost."

Here, the three souls of one person said goodbye to each other and wished them well.

Except for Yan Zhu, everyone in the Meng Mansion was trembling with fear because of the unusual situation ahead.

It was a dark night with no moon or stars. The Meng Mansion was shrouded in deathly silence, and an eerie atmosphere permeated the air.

The wind blew silently under the eaves, bringing a hint of chill inexplicably in the summer.

The corridor was dimly lit, as if shrouded in a shadow.

The shadows were distorted and deformed by the candlelight and were firmly engraved on the wall. A strong smell of blood filled the air, which was so sweet and nauseating.

Bursts of low crying sounds came from somewhere, making those who heard them feel a chill.

The horrifying cry echoed in every corner of the Meng Mansion, as if an imprisoned soul was groaning in pain.

It also sounded like someone was whispering something.

The servants on night duty looked at each other and saw fear in each other's eyes.

"Did you...hear...that?"

"I heard it..."

"The Second Young Master is not here again, is he? Wasn't he very satisfied with the daughter of the Jiang family a few days ago?"

Wang Zhou swallowed, waving his hands repeatedly as if trying to dispel the tense atmosphere.

"Don't... don't talk nonsense."

At this moment, a gust of cold wind blew by, making the people present feel even more creepy.

Wang Zhou was shivering and looked down, only to see streams of bright red liquid seeping out from every corner of the Meng Mansion.

As the blood accumulated more and more, it slowly spread along the corridor.

The color of the blood turned dark red under the candlelight at night, and a strong fishy smell was emitted wherever it went.

There seemed to be a sturdy figure hidden in the dark corner, carefully observing the facial expressions of everyone present, trying not to miss any clues.

"Don't sleep anymore, wake everyone up!"

Wang Zhou looked at the blood in front of him in horror, his heart filled with fear.

"Quick! Go and report to the lady!"

Mrs. Meng listened to the noisy voices outside and quickly sat up.

Lihong, who had been sleeping beside the footstool, heard the noise and quickly got up, put on her clothes, and carefully dressed Xie.

"Madam, Steward Wang outside said that the whole house was soaked in blood that came out of nowhere."

Mrs. Meng has been very exhausted these days because of the ghost marriage issue.

He had just fallen asleep, and when he heard this, he immediately clenched his palms with such force that his fingernails broke.

"He has already been married, what else can he be dissatisfied with?"

The maids and old women lowered their heads, like quails, and dared not speak.

It seems that the second young master Meng in their family has been very disliked by the master and the mistress since he was a child.

He never shows up at the dinner table when the family is having a meal.

In Yanzhuli, all requests will be met.

But when it comes to family affection, it seems that the master and his mistress do not have any at all.

The fact that this ebony coffin is locked tightly with black iron is very strange.

What parent wouldn't want their son to pass away? !

Xie was supported by Lihong and walked out of the house.

A pair of beautiful eyes stared at everyone present

"How can you gather together and make a lot of noise in the middle of the night?"

"Is it true that I can't control you if I'm not in Kyoto?"

"Madam, something strange happened in the mansion tonight. Look, the bleeding won't stop."

“There’s still crying.”

"What nonsense are you talking about? Li Hong slaps me in the face!"

Xie glared angrily at the maid who had just spoken.

Lihong received the order, lifted up her sleeves and slapped the maid twice on the face.

The force was so great that his face quickly became swollen, and blood continued to flow out of the corners of his mouth.

"Since you have entered my Meng Mansion, you should know what to say and what not to say, what to listen to and what not to listen to."

"If you can't remember, just cut off those useless ears and mouth!"

Xie's harsh words frightened the servants who were talking at the scene into silence.

They have all experienced the madam's methods.

Every month, countless maids lose their tongues because of saying the wrong thing.

Lihong has learned Kung Fu for several years and has become quite skilled.

Because he was a quiet person, Xie transferred him to be her personal servant.

Lihong picked up the maid who had just been slapped twice and threw her to the ground with force.

The maidservant was thrown to the ground violently, as if she was extremely frightened.

Trembling all over, he quickly adjusted his posture and knelt down.

Lihong looked at her head and said loudly

"Remember?"

"I...I will remember this."

The maid, who was crawling on the ground like a dead dog, kowtowed several times before being helped up by the mute slave.

Lihong changed her fierce expression and walked back to stand behind the lady respectfully.

Xie stared at the blood still flowing on the ground and tightly grasped the handkerchief in her palm.

"Do you still need me to teach you?"

"Slave, go and wipe it right away."

"Little one, go and wipe it right away."

The maids and boys present dispersed with their heads hung, some holding brooms or wet handkerchiefs.

Others went to fetch well water to wash the ground.

For several days, strange things happened in front of the Meng Mansion every night.

……

After Jiang Wanyi settled down in Xuanjixuan in Yanzhuli, his life was quite peaceful, in contrast to the strange and tense state before.

However, he did not dare to set foot into the main courtyard where the black iron coffin was placed and the mourning hall was placed.

Logically speaking, if Meng Yanzhi died in vain, this yard should have become eerie and scary.

But apart from that strange mourning hall, no other place in Yanzhu made him feel uncomfortable.

Moreover, during this period, no one in the Meng Mansion supervised him and required him to live in the same room with the coffin.

But from time to time, I always have an illusion that someone is secretly watching me.

Jiang Wanyi always felt uncomfortable whenever he thought about it.