The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

where is this place?

Wang Luan slowly opened his eyes, and saw himself in a dark alley filled with thick fog.

He carefully recalled what happened before he fell into a coma, Yao Jifeng disappeared, he and Qi Chensheng came to Tianjinfang, and then... Then he noticed something strange about Yao Jihui, and then heard the news of Yunwei's disappearance.

All the memories stayed in the moment when Nian Wei pushed the door open, Wang Luan looked back with a feeling, and saw a piece of silk fabric exposed from Yao Jihui's sleeve, and a little bit of gold leaking out of it.

Wang Luan was astonished in his heart, but before he even had time to say even a few words to Qi Chensheng, he lost consciousness.

Where did Yunwei and Yao Jifeng go?What exactly did Yao Jihui take?Is this incident related to Wang Mingsheng?

Problems appeared one after another, Wang Luan couldn't help but fell on the ground and coughed, but he knew that the most important thing right now was to find out where he was, and... Shen Sheng, was he also involved?

With the passage of time, the dense fog in front of him seemed to have dispersed a little. Wang Luan frowned, and finally stood up while supporting the side wall, and walked forward tentatively.

Fortunately, the alley he was in was not deep, and it didn't take long to come to the end, but Wang Luan's expression became more serious, because he heard the gurgling water.

The dense fog was still accumulating in the dark, and suddenly, a few faint lights lit up along the river, allowing Wang Luan to finally see where he was.

Yunshui, he came to the empty bank of Yunshui, and he could still see the bustling streets on the other side from a distance.

But now everything is immersed in dead silence, and even the sound of running water that I could hear just now has disappeared.

Wang Luan knew very well that this must not be the real edge of Yunshui, let alone what the piece of fabric in Yao Jihui's sleeve was, but those pieces of gold... were no different from the canary on his body.

Canaries can induce illusions, so everything in front of you must be false.

Qi Chensheng once said that the holding demon on his body is not complete, and the remaining part is very likely to be still in Wang Mingsheng's hands. It is likely that sooner or later, Wang Mingsheng will use it as a threat.

But now... why did it appear here at Yao Jihui?

While he was still deep in thought, a strange tone suddenly came from the distant night.

"Blind old man, open the gate of ghosts, paper carts and paper horses pass through clouds and water, the King of Hades will smile when he sees it..."

Wang Luan raised his heart all of a sudden, and he began to follow the sound, but the fog that pervaded him made him unable to see anything clearly, he could only hear the sound a little bit, getting closer, getting closer, getting closer --

He stared with bated breath, waiting for the arrival of Xiazi Zhao, whether it was real or fake, it might bring about a turning point in this predicament, but after dozens of heartbeats, Wang Luan did not see anyone on the shore.

But at the same time, the mist above the clouds and water began to dissipate, and hazy silhouettes gradually appeared on the water. Wang Luan didn't dare to get too close, but he could barely see that those were supposed to be sent to the "King of Hades" paper carts and horses.

They drifted silently with the water, at first there were only a few or two, and then there were more and more, more and more, even though they were in the dark, they showed the glaring paleness of the paper, as if there were really tens of thousands of chariots and horses moving silently. The river water neighed, and it was heading towards the underworld in a mighty way.

This is the so-called paper car paper horse into the clouds, Wang Luan covered his lips and coughed lightly, thinking a little self-deprecatingly, he could see the wonder that had disappeared for more than ten years.

"Blind old man, open the gate of ghosts, paper carts and paper horses pass through clouds and water, the King of Hades will smile when he sees it..."

The voice of the ballad continued, but it gradually changed from blind Zhao's rough male voice to an intermittent and shrill female voice.This time Wang Luan tried to follow the prestige again, and finally saw the figure hidden by the thick fog.

"Su Xi...?" Wang Luan murmured softly, although there was still only a vague figure with long hair and a plain dress, his intuition told him that it was Su Xi.

What is she doing standing by the water?Could it be that all this is repeating what Su Xi saw before his death?

That's right... besides the canary, Yao Jihui also has a piece of fabric in his hand, so it's hard to guarantee that it's not related to Su Xi who turned into a holding demon.

Although most of the Su Xi he had seen so far was not real, Wang Luan still decided to go and have a look, which was better than staying where he was.

But just when he was about to walk to Su Xi's side, the thick fog covering her suddenly turned scarlet, mixed with dripping blood.

Wang Luan wanted to step back subconsciously, but the blood flow had already spread to his feet, and he clung to his calf like a ghost, trying to drag him into the cloud water leading to the underworld.

He struggled, his already weak body seemed to be drained of all his strength, and finally fell heavily to the ground. At this moment, a familiar voice, carrying the deepest fear in his heart, came from the blood mist in front of him. came from.

"Wang Jiu—"

"I haven't seen you these days, how are you doing—"

Suddenly, Wang Luan almost forgot all the struggles. He tremblingly propped himself up from the ground, restraining his surging emotions, and looked at the blood mist.

It was Wang Mingsheng, it was Wang Mingsheng's face that was being torn out from the blood mist. He dragged countless blood lines and slowly gathered into a ball that could barely be called a "body". The ground squirmed towards Wang Luan.

Wang Luan was forced to cough by the stench of the blood mist, and his chest was in pain like a knife. Only the crimson ring between his fingers seemed to contain a faint warmth.

Wang Luan looked at it secretly with lowered eyes, silently held the ring in his hand, and did not let go until it hurt so badly, he fell on the ground coughing and panting and said:

"Without the Patriarch... Wang Jiu is naturally living well."

"Heh," Wang Mingsheng smiled contemptuously on his bloody face, his bloody body squirmed beside Wang Luan, and his tone contained deep resentment: "But, my life is not good."

"Wang Jiu, you turned me into what I am now, how should I punish you?"

Wang Luan didn't speak, just closed his eyes, he knew very well that if Wang Mingsheng wanted to kill him at this moment, it would be a piece of cake.

Maybe a few months ago, he wished he could die just like that, but now...

Shen Sheng, Wang Luan silently recited Qi Chensheng's name. He was not afraid of death, but it was hard to imagine what kind of scar would be left on Qi Chensheng's heart if he died right away.

"Do you think I want to kill you?" Wang Mingsheng's voice dripped with cold blood on Wang Luan's cheeks. Wang Luan tried his best to speak patiently, but he refused to look at him again: "Patriarch...cough cough cough, Don't want to?"

"Yes, of course I want to!" Wang Mingsheng's voice suddenly rose, and his blood-flowing hand grabbed Wang Luan's neck and lifted him up high.

The feeling of near-death caused by suffocation for a moment made Wang Luan close his eyes in pain, but Wang Mingsheng's cold and sinister voice did not let him go.

"But I want to look at your knife, and then stab that young master Qi—"

The sparrow-like eyes opened in despair, and Wang Luan's beautiful face was covered with blood, but his face was pale with pain due to the struggle.

no, do not want--

He doesn't want to hurt Qi Chensheng anymore, don't--

But Wang Mingsheng didn't show any pity, instead he laughed hysterically. He dragged Wang Luan's body, letting the blood flood his mouth and nose, and then left even more ruthless words in his ear: "This Just once, don't poke him in the eye again."

"Just stab his heart!"

Wang Luan was completely dragged into the surging blood, he vaguely guessed Wang Mingsheng's thoughts, and tried his best to keep the last clarity in his consciousness.

It's a pity that the next moment, a bird cage full of black rust appeared in front of him, and the blood-stained canary bird was locked in it whining.

"Go, Wang Jiu."

"Do as I say."

As Wang Mingsheng's voice slowly sounded, the canary bird slowly spread its wings, and the golden feathers that fell away fell from the black cage like that, filling all Wang Luan's sights.

Cloud water, blood stains, golden birds...

Everything disappeared without a trace, and Wang Luan woke up from the coma again. The dead autumn leaves crossed the window lattice with the wind and fell on the soft white ermine blanket under him.

Bright roses are inserted in enamel bottles, the phonograph on the red willow wooden table is playing the slutty arias, and the dark red wine is flowing out of the glass goblet, which wets the smooth wooden floor.

Wang Luan looked at the room in front of him without moving. He knew that this was not Yunchuan's small western-style building, but Qincheng, the Qi family's residence among the sycamore trees.