Renew

Mrs. Zhu stood in the room, her clothes were still red and white, her black hair almost fell to the ground, and her eyes were stained red with blood.She didn't dare to look at Hua Su, and she didn't dare to move. Ever since she was torn apart in the bamboo courtyard last time, she had lingering fears about this ghost.

The back of Kong Qing was still reflected on the window, the girl was standing upright, and she really stood still and guarded the door.

Rong Li lowered his voice, "I bought that Taoist priest in order to dig out that porcelain pot in the bamboo courtyard with the help of others, don't be afraid, Er Niang."

How could Mrs. Zhu not be afraid? Hua Su is scary enough, but now Rongli who is like a little white flower is like a different person.She thought that the Taoist priest dug out the porcelain pot by mistake, but unexpectedly, it was planned.

Rongli has changed too much, although he is still soft and weak, but his temperament...is not as permissive as before.

Zhu Shi was speechless, with a ghostly aura lingering around her body, and even her pale complexion turned dark.

Rong Li said again: "At first I didn't know that it was a porcelain jar that imprisoned you in the bamboo courtyard. I went to Huawu Mountain earlier and found some books on the Qiushou Temple. I saw such a pot in the book. Ghost art."

"You went to Huawu Mountain..." Mrs. Zhu finally spoke.

"That's right, I made a special trip to the Qiushou Temple, Erniang should still remember the Qiushou Temple." Rong Li said slowly.

How could Mrs. Zhu not remember that if she hadn't gone up to the mountain to pay homage, she would not have fallen off the carriage, let alone died of miscarriage. The source of all this was Yin Mengxian asking for a lottery at the Qiushou Temple.

When she thought about the Qiushou Temple, the ghostly aura around her body became more and more intense, and rumbling black smoke swirled around her body, almost dyeing her white clothes black.

Hua Su remained silent, frowned upon seeing this, knocked on the table and said in a low voice, "Restrain yourself."

These words were neither salty nor weak, like a spring gushing, hitting Zhu's head and face, extinguishing the resentment in her heart with a bang.

Zhu Shi suddenly came back to his senses, and the dark ghostly aura around him suddenly subsided a lot, only his chest was heaving and he was panting heavily.

"I don't think Erniang will forget this Qiushou Temple." Rong Li took out the painting ghost from his sleeve pocket and held it to play with it. After returning home, I sneaked into her room door and took out several identical red talismans from under her pillow and from the cabinet."

Zhu's eyes narrowed slightly, "A mere red talisman has such power?"

"Of course it's because the monk who folded this talisman is unusual." Rong Li said unhurriedly.

"You took it away, then I..." Zhu's breath was sudden, the veins on his forehead popped up, and the murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes.

This appearance is so frightening, if Rongli hadn't seen many ghosts during this period, and there was a painting ghost beside him, he would have been terrified.

Rong Li said slowly: "Er Niang, listen to me."

How could Mrs. Zhu calm down? Although she was dead, she was filled with resentment that seemed to burn her insides. She was trapped in the bamboo courtyard, and she wanted to eat Meng Xian day and night for several years.

She has been trapped by the technique of raising ghosts for so long, and now she is full of resentment and depression, and she is extremely easily deceived.

The ghostly aura of fangs and claws emerged from her again, her eyes became more red, and the originally dark pupils became like red moons.

Rong Li frowned slightly, he clenched Hua Sui tightly, and leaned back slightly, trying to avoid the ghostly aura that was almost blowing in front of her.

Hua Su said coldly: "If you don't restrain yourself, I have plenty of ways to make you lose your spirit."

Her voice was cold, and she knocked on the table impatiently, making a beating sound like a heartbeat.

Zhu Shi was only a little short of being refined into a ghost to be sent by others, but now that he knew that the big revenge could be avenged, his mind was blinded, no matter how much he was afraid of this big ghost, he forgot to be afraid at this moment.

Rong Li leaned back, "She..."

Hua Su slapped the table suddenly, and the ghostly aura escaped from his body suddenly, condensing into several long ropes, binding Zhu to the ground.

The ghost aura in Zhu's body could no longer be rampant, and was firmly held in her body. The several leaders strangled her so tightly that her limbs were almost twisted, and she was even more invisible than the skinning ghost.

After being tied to the ground, Zhu Shi struggled endlessly, screaming in his mouth, and the blood in his eyes remained.

Rong Li subconsciously looked at Hua Su, she was not afraid that Hua Su would not be able to hold back, but she was worried that this ghost would exhaust its ghost power in order to suppress Zhu Shi.

Hua Su's face was cold, and there was a hint of boredom in her indifferent eyes, as if she couldn't tolerate others making trouble in front of her.She pressed her left palm on the desk case, her palm was close to the desk case, the veins on the back of her hand were clearly visible, and Zhu Shi, who was lying on the ground, also seemed to be pinned to the ground, unable to get up.

Zhu Shi struggled a bit, and her whole body creaked, but she no longer had a body, so it wasn't the skeleton that made the noise, but... the soul.

Hua Su said lightly: "I didn't intend to attack you." In order not to get hurt, Rong Li would have to fight with her after a while.

Rong Li let out a long breath, "Is there a way to bring her back to her senses?"

"I've already been refined into a ghost, how can I return to my senses? You should be glad that she can still have clarity occasionally before this technique is completed." Hua Su said.

Rong Li looked down, his forehead twitched.

Hua Su didn't lift her hand on the table for a long time, and only when Zhu Shi stopped yelling did she release some strength.

Afterwards, the cold and stern coercion that was caged on Zhu's body dissipated, and Zhu's whole body was loosened, and the bones of his body, which had been twisted so hard that he almost lost his human shape, returned to their original state, like scrap copper and rotten iron, with his arms hanging down.

"Although I took the red talisman from Meng's house, she still has one on her body." Seeing that Zhu Shi had calmed down a little, Rong Li continued, "If Er Niang wants to get close to her, she still has one." It's a bit difficult, but it doesn't prevent Er Niang from entering her room."

Panting for breath, Mrs. Zhu fell on the ground in a state of embarrassment, and it took a long time to get up, a pair of red eyes were exposed between the hair covering her face.

Rong Li squatted down, although it seemed intimate, but deliberately kept a little distance, so that when Zhu Shi lost his mind again, she still had room to retreat.She looked at Mrs. Zhu and said: "I don't know exactly what happened that year, but your death, Er Niang, is indeed inseparable from Meng Xian."

Zhu's slack eyes gradually narrowed.

Rong Li's hand hanging by his side slowly gathered up, twirling his fingers slowly, after a while he pretended to raise his hand calmly, stretched forward and brushed away Zhu Shi's hair covering his face.

If the blood on this face is washed away, Zhu Shi's appearance is no different from what he was in his lifetime, but before his death, Zhu Shi's expression was more gentle, and he always looked indifferent, as if he had no interest in anything, neither fighting nor grabbing of.

Rong Li withdrew his hand, hesitated a bit, but still asked: "During the coffin, was the newly formed baby buried with you, Er Niang?"

Zhu's eyes trembled, "Not bad."

Rong Li lowered his gaze, saw her flat stomach, and asked again: "Then Er Niang, do you still remember who arranged the funeral at the beginning, and you should become a ghost after you die, why don't you know so many things?"

Zhu Shi suddenly closed her hands, covered her head and let out a low cry, as if she had a splitting headache.

Hua Su watched silently again, she sat upright, with only one pair of eyes slightly lowered, her expression indifferent and distant.

Zhu groaned in pain, choked with sobs and said: "After I die, I just want to follow my newly formed child, so my soul drifts away, watching the people doing deeds in the hall, they put my bones into the coffin, A yellow talisman was pasted on the coffin, so I couldn't get in, and that child was also trapped in it."

Panting for breath, she said: "After a few days of doing rituals, the coffin was carried away, and no one opened it. I felt resentful. Although I wanted to kill Meng Xian, I still remembered looking at the child sealed in the coffin."

"The day when I was buried..." Rong Li recalled carefully, and vaguely remembered, "Because I was weak, they didn't intend to let me accompany them, saying that they were afraid of getting hurt."

"That day was bright, and I had just become a ghost. If I stood under the bright sun for a long time, let alone revenge, it would be difficult to reincarnate!" Zhu's ten fingers scratched the ground, and his nails suddenly grew a few inches.

"That's why Er Niang didn't go out in the mansion? Thinking about breaking the spell that sealed the coffin and saving the child after her cultivation has grown a little?" Rong Li pondered for a while, then asked.

Zhu responded, "That's right, that's what I thought. Unexpectedly, that night, my body was like a shackle, as if caught by a claw, and I couldn't move forward. The sudden force pushed me back Drag, forcefully dragged me back to the bamboo courtyard."

"From that day on, you won't be able to leave the Bamboo Courtyard," Rong Li said straight away.

Zhu choked up: "It's just like that. Not only can I not see the baby who has just formed, but I can't walk a single step myself."

Rong Li supported the edge of the table and stood up, she squatted for too long, when she got up, her eyes were almost dark, her head was dizzy and heavy, she stood for a long time before recovering, and said softly: "It seems that they are At that time, the coffin was quietly opened, and Erniang's toe bones and the child in the coffin were stolen."

Zhu was startled, "What did you say?"

Only then did Rong Li speak slowly: "There is a wooden box under Meng Xian's bed, and a baby's corpse is hidden in the box, and that baby's corpse is probably... stolen from the coffin that year."

Zhu's eyes widened, "Why, why?"

"This technique is called Bound Infant Spirit." Rong Li said exactly what Hua Su told her last time.

Zhu's body flickered, his eyes were about to split.

Rong Li said softly: "The baby in Meng Xian's womb is still Er Niang's, so don't worry."

"Now that the ban is gone, and my cultivation base has grown a bit, I must settle this matter with Meng Xian." Zhu Shi gritted his teeth.

Rong Li panted lightly, and sat down slowly after regaining consciousness, "The opening of the coffin will be done by someone else, so don't worry about it."

Mrs. Zhu was dazzled by anger, and couldn't figure it out for a moment.

Rong Li said again: "The porcelain jar with half of your toe bone was placed in the hall. When Rong Changting finds out about it, the coffin will be opened for autopsy, so you don't need to do it yourself."

"You..." Zhu's expression was in a trance, "you have calculated everything."

"It's not a calculation, it's just taking one step at a time." Rong Li shook his head and chuckled, the corners of his raised mouth curled up a little, and he pressed down slowly, "Now the abdominal pain is unbearable, I'm afraid I'll have to go through Miscarriage pain."

Zhu Shi was like a frightened bird, "Then, in her belly..."

Rong Li glanced at Hua Su, she spoke dryly, but this ghost sat quietly, looking at ease.

Hua Su noticed her gaze, and simply said: "The baby in her womb, whether it is born or not, is a dead baby."

Zhu's breath stagnates.

Hua Su reluctantly said: "It probably still recognizes you."

Only then did Zhu's expression soften.

"Do you want to go and see Meng Xian? She's in the main house, and the rest will be discussed after the coffin is opened." Rong Li thought about it.

Mrs. Zhu jumped up suddenly, walked through the wall towards the main house.

Immediately, the ghost disappeared in the room, and it fell silent.

Rong Li put the painting ghost on the table, her palms were sweaty when she let go, she let out a long breath, and looked sideways at Hua Su.

Hua Su closed her eyes, and tapped on the table with nothing to do, not knowing what song was in her mind.

"Tell me, why didn't Erniang realize that the baby in Meng Xian's womb was her child?" Rong Li asked softly.

Hua Su opened his eyes, "Of course not."

"Why?" Rong Li raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Infant ghosts are in the womb of living people, covered by yang energy, so no ghost energy will be exposed." Hua Su said calmly.

Rong Li nodded slightly, now he could hear these nonsense more and more clearly.

Kong Qing, who was standing outside the house, hurriedly knocked on the door, and asked, "Girl, what happened, why are you keeping tapping on the table?"

Rong Li blinked, and looked at Zhao Huasu's hand covering the table, it wasn't her who slapped the table, it was this ghost, unexpectedly Kong Qing heard the sound.She murmured: "It's nothing, it's just a bug, don't come in."

Only then did Kong Qing keep quiet, and didn't ask any more questions.

Hua Su flipped his palm over, pinching his fat white palm in boredom, pretending that it wasn't her who just slapped the table.

The porcelain pot moved out of the bamboo courtyard was placed in the hall, after the old housekeeper put the porcelain pot away, he ordered several servants to take good care of the pot, and then went to find the master in a hurry.

Rong Changting stayed behind closed doors, even the maids were not allowed to come close, except for Xiao Fu who asked to see earlier, everyone else could only talk outside the door.

The old butler walked up to the door and cast suspicious glances at the two maidservants guarding the gate. The two maidservants shook their heads for no apparent reason.

"Master, the Taoist priest who practiced that practice is gone." The old housekeeper lowered his voice.

Rong Changting answered in a hoarse voice, "Have you finished the ritual?"

"It's done, that Taoist..." The old housekeeper paused, and then said after deliberating, "I dug up something from under the door of the main house of the Bamboo Courtyard, and the master needs to see it himself."

Rong Changting muffled: "What?"

The old butler was in a dilemma, and looked at the two maidservants beside him, who understood, and immediately backed away.

Rong Changting said weakly: "What is so mysterious, what can be buried in the bamboo courtyard?"

The old housekeeper stuck it on the door, and said with a thunderous heart, "It's a bone."

"What?" Rong Changting asked.

The old housekeeper was anxious, his mouth was dry, he swallowed hard, and said: "The Taoist said that there are ghosts trapped in the bamboo courtyard, so he went to the bamboo courtyard to perform rituals, and dug out the ghost from the front of the main house. A porcelain jar with a red talisman in it and a piece of..."

He paused for a moment, and took a breath, "It seems to be a human toe bone."

There was a rustling in the room, and the door opened suddenly.

Rong Changting stood in the threshold with a heavy expression, "Is it... the bones of a dead man?"

"That's right." The old housekeeper suppressed his voice, "The Taoist cut off the red string connecting the red talisman and the phalanx. In this way, the ghost will not be trapped, nor will it cause trouble in the mansion. The bone will not yes……"

Rong Changting's body swayed suddenly and he almost fell down.

The old housekeeper hastily stretched out his hand to help, and said timidly: "Master, I don't know how long that porcelain pot has been buried, and I don't know if it belongs to the second lady... If it is true, it must be done by people in the house."

He paused, thinking about the previous events, and said in awe, "When the Taoist priest was doing the practice, the door of the main house in the bamboo courtyard suddenly opened. The door has always been tightly closed. I think it is... really haunted, maybe it really is. The second lady is dead."

"Go...to open the coffin for an autopsy!" Rong Changting said hoarsely, supporting the old housekeeper's shoulder.

The old housekeeper nodded, "Then I will order people to go."

Rong Changting shook his head, "I'll go in person."

The old butler saw that his face was pale, as if he had suffered a serious illness, and hurriedly said: "Master is ill, do you want to call the doctor?"

"Isn't the government doctor guarding at the third room?" Rong Changting's face was pale, but he thought of something, and his complexion became even uglier. He whispered, "Miss... are you still in Lan Yuan?"

The old housekeeper said truthfully: "Miss just went to the Bamboo Courtyard with us, and returned to the Orchid Courtyard to rest after watching the Dharma."

"She..." Rong Changting hesitated to speak, "Did you say anything, and how did you look?"

The old housekeeper shook his head, "Miss is the same as usual."

Rong Changting raised his hand to his forehead, waved his hand and said, "Go, let's take a look at that porcelain pot first."

The porcelain jar was still placed in the hall, but the jar was covered with mud, and no one dared to clean it.

Several servants stood beside the porcelain pot and looked at each other, no one dared to whisper, no one dared to chew the tongues of the masters.

When Rong Changting walked over, the old butler bravely opened the lid of the porcelain jar. The amputated toe bone and the red talisman were still resting on the black soil. But there is not even a bit of carrion left, and it is white.

"Cover it back." Rong Changting frowned.

The old butler hastily covered it back, and frantically wiped the dust off his hands.

"Go prepare the carriage." Rong Changting said again.

Just as the old butler was about to head, he was stopped again.

Rong Changting's face was livid, his lips were tightly pursed, he turned his head abruptly, and said in a deep voice, "How about Sanfang?"

"I heard from the government doctor that the abdominal pain is still unbearable after the injection." The old butler speculated on Rong Changting's expression, "Do you want to find a doctor outside the government?"

Rong Changting snorted coldly, "It's your own fault."

The old housekeeper was stunned, and said at a loss: "But the third lady seems to be unable to hold on."

"Do you still remember who arranged the funeral of the second wife?" Rong Changting asked in a cool voice.

The old housekeeper was terrified.

Rong Changting: "It's her."

The third lady in the main room of the Orchid Courtyard suffered unbearable abdominal pain, and her body was covered with silver needles. In this cold winter, the mattress under her body was half wet with sweat, her face was as pale as onyx, and she almost even groaned. No sound.

In the side room on the other side, Rong Li was obsessed with looking at the painting. She looked at the painting for a while, then looked at the skinned ghost in the corner, thought for a while and said, "The time has not yet come, so I can give it to you sooner." How about another skin?"

"It is at your command now. It will change the skin you give it." Hua Su propped his chin, showing no interest.

Rong Li looked at the skinned ghost by the wall, and didn't know what kind of skin to draw for a moment. Besides, it was much more difficult to paint out of thin air than on paper. Disturbed by things, I can't even write the pen correctly.

Seeing her hesitation, Hua Su asked softly, "What kind of skin do you want to give her, a man or a woman, an old man or a child?"

Rong Li couldn't figure it out, after all, the skinner would follow her, at least he had to wear nice skin so as not to frighten himself.

"You still want me to hold your hand and draw?" Hua Su raised her eyebrows. Even though she didn't show any vicious expression, this strangely gorgeous face still carried a bit of coldness. How could ordinary people dare to be abrupt with her.

Rong Li shook his head, held the painting and thought for a while, "Since you want to follow me, you must keep your head down and not look up. You have to draw better."

"When this brush was still in Cang Mingzun's hands, it was often used to draw some puppets without consciousness." Hua Su said, she narrowed her narrow eyes slightly, as if lost in memory, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

"I remember you said earlier that you took this sum from Cang Mingzun." Rong Li couldn't understand her smile.

Hua Su sneered, slightly disdainful, "That's right, I took a lot of effort to snatch this pen back, his skill of controlling puppets is really ingenious, in his hands, all the things drawn are just like the real ones. .”

"You also have this ability?" Rong Li was surprised.

"I'm not as good as him." On Hua Su's face, there was no trace of inferiority complex, calm and calm, "He painted so realistically that he didn't even realize that his puppets were being replaced one by one, and finally he lied to himself. "

Rong Li lowered his eyes and didn't make any comments. He looked at the skinning ghost again from the corner of his eye, and said suddenly, "I don't want to draw a puppet, I just want to draw a woman's skin."

Hua Su nodded, "Draw."

Rong Li's eyes are like deer, he raised his eyes slowly, his eyes were watery and delicate, he said in a low voice: "Teach me? Teach me how to draw more realistically."

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