Strange Records of Mountain Ghosts

A faint scent of sandalwood floated around, and the candlelight was burning. Mei Jinxing stared weakly at the hollow carved wooden bed top with a wooden face.

If he could move, he would want to roll around a few times.

It's a pity that he has maintained this state for three days.

Three days ago, he opened his eyes like this, and found himself trapped in this unusually decorated room.

There were no windows in this room, and thick bead curtains blocked layer after layer. He didn't know the time, so he could only wait.When he was drowsy, a maid came.

Facing Mei Jinxing's repeated inquiries, the maid did not raise her eyelids, but skillfully cut Mei Jinxing's hand with a dagger, shed a bowl of blood, then carefully bandaged the wound, and carefully left with the bowl in her hand. Say something.

Mei Jinxing's lips turned white, she couldn't move her whole body, she couldn't do anything.Every once in a while, someone would come to feed him porridge, the porridge was bland and tasteless, barely filling his stomach.Although he didn't want to drink it, the person who fed the porridge would pull his mouth directly. He couldn't stand it, so he could only open his mouth obediently in order not to splash his face with porridge.

In order to know the time, Mei Jinxing forced herself to sleep, and calculated that after three feedings of porridge, there would be a very long period of time in between, and no one would come to collect blood, and no one would feed him, so he calculated according to the standard of three meals a day. The first time I opened my eyes was the day I was arrested, so three days should have passed by now.

Mei Jinxing's blood was drawn three times, and her face turned unnaturally white. Under the candlelight, there was an unreal fragility.He stared enough at the top of the bed and closed his eyes tiredly.

According to the rules of the previous few times, it is almost time for someone to take blood.

Now he is a fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

If this continues, he will die sooner or later.But thinking about it carefully, such a death is already very kind.

Mei Jinxing closed her eyes and rested her mind, when suddenly she heard the sound of the bead chains colliding, and the sound of footsteps slowly approaching.

A strange footstep that is different from the past.

Mei Jinxing opened his eyes, and saw a middle-aged man in his 40s, dressed in a black robe with dark gold curved patterns, his face was carved like a knife, and the majesty accumulated over the years rushed towards him.

The maid who followed the middle-aged man was the one who took his blood these days.The maid stepped forward and pushed a chair, and the middle-aged man sat down, his eyes lingering on Mei Jinxing: "Bleeder."

Mei Jinxing tensed up: "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man took the tea handed by the maid, took a sip, and said: "A few months ago, my subordinates said that in a small town at the junction of Beihuai and Jingnan, a blood-shielding man was found. I sent someone to catch him Afterwards, there were people intercepting him along the way, and in the end, he had to ask someone to disguise the blood-piercing man as a woman, and finally arrived at Changle by taking a detour."

Mei Jinxing had an ugly expression: "It turns out that you are the mastermind behind the scenes."

The middle-aged man showed a smile of unknown meaning: "So what if you escaped from the Wanshou Fair, it didn't fall back into my hands in the end."

Mei Jinxing reacted quickly: "You organized the Wanshou Club?"

The middle-aged man understood what he meant, and said: "I organized it, but if you fill the scene with a blood-recovery man, how can you hand over to others?"

The middle-aged man put down his glass: "The only one who can buy it with a lot of money is me."

The behind-the-scenes of Wan Rewards, the secret operation is very simple.

After Mei Jinxing heard this, she didn't show it on the face, but she was depressed inside. She didn't expect to go around and go back to the original point.

Seeing that Mei Jinxing remained silent, the middle-aged man said again, "You have been by Mu Shaohe's side this month?"

Before Mei Jinxing could reply, he continued, "What did he do with you?"

Thinking of Mu Shaohe, Mei Jinxing felt bitter and complicated, and said in a muffled voice, "Wash and cook, serve tea and water."

The middle-aged man obviously didn't believe it: "Sure enough, he refuses to tell the truth."

Mei Jin stared at the carvings on the top and kept silent.

The middle-aged man waved his hand, and the maid came to Mei Jinxing's bedside with a bamboo tube. Mei Jinxing looked and saw that she opened the bamboo tube, and a shiny black worm crawled out of it.

The maid pinched the worm with one hand and removed Mei Jinxing's chin with the other. Under Mei Jinxing's frightened eyes, she stuffed the worm into Mei Jinxing's mouth.Mei Jinxing opened his mouth, he could feel the viscous feeling of insects crawling through his throat, going deep down.

Mei Jinxing stared and shouted silently, his face was as white as a corpse.

The maid raised her hand and touched his chin.

Mei Jinxing was sweating coldly, he retched endlessly, he just wanted to scratch his throat and heart, and drag the bug out.

The middle-aged man took some time off and asked, "What did Mu Shaohe ask you to do? Tell me the truth."

Mei Jinxing felt uncomfortable all over and turned her head without answering.

The middle-aged man tapped on the sandalwood table: "What a disobedient child."

Suddenly, Mei Jinxing felt his scalp go numb, and his brain seemed to be turning over and over, making the sky dim and the earth dark, throbbing incessantly.

He bit his lip in pain, and the blood stained his mouth red. Matched with the increasingly pale skin, the red spots were dazzlingly bright.

The middle-aged man turned a blind eye to the person who was enduring pain on the bed, and continued to ask, "How old is this year?"

Mei Jinxing's brain twitched in pain, his eyes turned black and white, and there was a buzzing sound in his ears.

"What did Mu Shaohe do to you?"

The question in his ear seemed to come from far away, his brain exploded, his heart was beating like a drum, his back was wet with sweat, Mei Jinxing just wanted to smash his head against the wall and knock himself unconscious.

"Where is Mu Shaohe now?"

After the middle-aged man asked this question, he stopped asking, and the maid stepped forward again, and lifted Mei Jinxing's chin again.A soft object passed through the throat, and the worm came out of the mouth again.

Mei Jinxing's mind gradually cleared up, and the pain dissipated, but she was panting like a cow, and she didn't know where to look with her slack eyes.

The middle-aged man here took the worm that had doubled in size from the handmaid's hand, and asked again: "What did Mu Shaohe ask you to do?"

Mei Jinxing didn't have the desire to open her mouth at all, but heard a shrill voice reply: "Wash and cook, serve tea and water."

Mei Jinxing turned her eyes abruptly.

The middle-aged man frowned, and said unhurriedly: "How old is this year?"

The shrill voice actually came from Chong Zi: "There are still two months left to turn eighteen."

"What is this?" Mei Jinxing shouted in horror.

The middle-aged man ignored him and continued to ask, "What did Mu Shaohe do to you?"

After a pause, the voice said, "He kissed me."

"Oh?" The middle-aged man smiled half-smile, "It seems that you have an unusual relationship, so you should know the last question."

Mei Jinxing's eyes were wide open, with a ferocious expression: "Wait! You... woo..."

The mouth was covered by the maid.

"Where is Mu Shaohe?"

"Dongjie alley, pretending to be a beggar."

An emotionless voice echoed in Mei Jinxing's ears.

He thought of the day in the dirty alley, he told Mu Shaohe that he wanted to help.

Now it seems that I am really, a badass.

Time and time again, it hurts people.

Accompanied by the middle-aged man's triumphant laughter, Mei Jinxing closed his eyes weakly.