After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

After Yan Shixun successfully sneaked into the courtyard, he quietly hid himself among the villagers.

When he was chased by the skeletons of the dead at the farmhouse just now, when he tried to use spells to trap those skeletons in the yard of the farmhouse but failed, he found that he could no longer use any spells, as if he was in a place where the gods never existed. Jurisdiction.

Although his strength was weakened, Yan Shixun did not panic.On the contrary, he turned his original disadvantage into an advantage,

Unable to use spells, his own strength is insufficient, but it is precisely because of this that he can enter the yard without being noticed by the surrounding villagers.

During the day, Jiang Yanran took him into the courtyard, and when Jiang Yanran let go of his hand, all the villagers noticed his presence.

After leaving the yard during the day, Yan Shixun thought for a long time, and finally, after seeing what the villagers handed over, Fu Zhi mentally figured out the reason.

Yin Qi.

During the day, because of his abundant yang energy, he was so out of place in the yard where the old events of decades ago were being played out, and was discovered by the villagers.When Jiang Yanran was pulling him, because she possessed too much yin energy, she covered his existence and avoided the attention of the villagers.

But now, the yang energy in Yan Shixun's body has dropped to the lowest value that a normal person can have, and because he is carrying the flower that Jiang Yanran gave him, the yin energy has replaced the yang energy, making him stand out among the villagers. The eyes no longer protrude like a sun.

So when he was standing in the yard, all the villagers were chatting and laughing on their own, talking about the upcoming wedding and the bride, and ignored Yan Shixun.

This gave Yan Shixun great convenience.

As seen during the day, the wooden boxes containing the dowry and dowry were placed next to the well, and the boxes were stacked high to almost completely cover the well.

But when Yan Shixun looked through those wooden boxes during the day, he didn't miss paying attention to the well.He would never remember wrongly, what he saw during the day was an abandoned well, although it was overgrown with weeds and had already dried up, but there was no other place that needed special attention.

Instead of being like now——

The well has eight sides and five edges, which symbolize the eight trigrams and five elements, dark and strange formations, and spells are engraved on each side independently.On the side of the main seat, the sharp corners go straight to the gate of the courtyard, and a few large characters are engraved on it flying like dragons and phoenixes, "The Supreme Lord taught this to kill ghosts".

Unlike the well in the backyard of Jiacun’s secretary’s house, which was aimed at sending innocent souls to their next life, the severely damaged well in front of Yan Shixun’s eyes was not for rebirth, nor for exorcising ghosts.

Just to kill ghosts.

Menacing, no mercy.

But for some unknown reason, the town well stone that was originally covered on the well has been severely damaged, torn apart, and the center shows signs of bursting and burning, and it is scorched as black as carbon, and it has been burned everywhere.

Yan Shixun could only make out vaguely from the remaining handwriting on it, the words "Jiazi Grave Village" were written on it.

It's just that the three characters "Jiazifen" have been chopped into pieces, leaving only a few incomplete strokes.

Yan Shixun squatted down next to the well, put his palm on the well stone, lowered his eyes, and walked his fingers along the burnt marks, as if he was reconstructing the time when the well was still intact with incomplete characters. look like.

Qimen Dunjia is a very precise knowledge, its composition is ever-changing, but it is doomed, as long as the formation is slightly incomplete, its effect will be greatly reduced. ,

And now in the well under his palm, although the charm on the eight sides is still intact, the town well stone has been completely destroyed, which symbolizes that the thing it originally guarded has escaped.

The so-called killing ghosts is just empty talk.

——The suppressed evil spirit has been waiting for a long time, and the resentment has been brewed into a deeper hatred.

With blood-red eyes open, the evil spirit looked up at the mouth of the well day and night but couldn't get out. So in loneliness, all the memories and pictures of his life were searched out, reviewed over and over again, and deepened his hatred over and over again.

When the ghost town fails, nothing can stop the evil spirits from taking revenge.

And now...

Yan Shixun's long and slender fingers on the town well stone trembled slightly, and then rubbed along the lines of "Jiazi Grave Village" to the scar in the center.

This is not a scar that can be artificially caused.

Not sharp weapons, or menacing flames.

Instead, lightning strikes.

It is often said that when a person commits a crime, the sky will send down thunder and punish the guilty person.Even when many people swear, they like to say "five thunders strike the top". The Taoist five thunders talisman also requires one's own righteousness in order to successfully acquire it.

Lightning strikes are indeed one of the methods of Heavenly Dao.

The world is not benevolent, but it is also angry.

A lightning strike destroyed the town well stone, rendering it useless.

Yan Shixun knew very well that no matter which evil spirit this well wanted to kill, it had now broken free from its original shackles, become a stronger existence, and completely counterattacked with resentment towards the world.

And Yan Shixun also remembered what Yang Tu told him about the reason why this village was renamed Jiazifen Village.

It can be guessed that the person who built the well knew exactly what he was facing, and he was as merciless as the master who changed the name of Jiazi Grave Village.

Yan Shixun pursed his lips, and laughed silently and mockingly.

Those of his colleagues... can see the sky and the earth, but can't see the Dao.

Some colleagues think that they only need to put aside their minds and follow the rules of heaven and earth, and there is nothing wrong with it.He thought that as long as he protected people and killed ghosts, he would be considered as having completed his work.

However, beneath the surface, cause and effect are always secretly flowing and circulating.

Ghosts were once people too.

It was a temporary obsession and resentment that kept them and turned them into evil spirits in the world.

——Don't ask the reason, just ask the camp.

Have those colleagues ever thought of what they should stick to?

Yan Shixun stood up slowly, looking down at the well with complicated emotions in his eyes.

The past is a foregone conclusion, and even what he sees now is not reality.He can't stop the cause before it happened, so he can only work hard to reverse the effect.

For example——where is the evil spirit that was originally suppressed in the well now?

Yan Shixun, who looked down in thought, was out of tune with the laughing villagers around him.

Standing by the side, praying desperately for Yan Shixun to solve the matter quickly, Yang Tu, who took him away from here, looked at the familiar and unfamiliar faces in the yard with trepidation.

They used to be his acquaintances and relatives, but that was all half a year ago.

Just now, Yang Tu saw the corpses of many of them in every village house, lying in the mourning hall that had not been removed, their faces were pale and stiff, and their corpses were rotting.

But now, they appeared in front of Yang Tu freely, wearing grand clothes, with happy faces, chatting and congratulating each other.

It looked no different from the most common village wedding banquet.

If the premise is that Yang Tu has not seen their corpses with his own eyes.

He wanted to call Yan Shixun, and couldn't take it any longer and wanted to leave the yard.

But even though he has not been with Yan Shixun for a long time, Yang Tu has learned a lot, knowing that if he acts rashly, it will only bring wrong results and even kill himself.Besides, no matter what he did, Yan Shixun could bring him back when he was about to act.

Yang Tu no longer wants to experience the feeling of being unable to break free from Yan Shixun's hands again, it will make him feel like a chick bitten by a vicious dog on the back of the neck, no matter how much he flutters his little wings, it will not help.

So at the moment before he was about to speak, he remembered what Yan Shixun had told him in time, so he endured it and kept his mouth shut.He took two steps forward, wanting to reach out and pat Yan Shixun on the shoulder to ask.

But because of the high nervousness, Yang Tu couldn't see the road under his feet clearly, and accidentally kicked the wooden box next to him.

"boom!"

There was the muffled sound of heavy objects being kicked.

The surrounding villagers who were still laughing and chatting stopped for a while, and then became stiff and straight, like a wind-up machine, all of them turned their heads slowly and looked expressionlessly. To Yang Tu who made the sound.

The villagers who used to have a happy face now lost the smile on their faces, their black and white eyes stared stiffly at Yang Tu, and there were two bright red blushes on both sides of their cheeks, but the mouth that had been raised before completely fell down and was squeezed into a straight line. Wire.

Yang Tu was startled by the sight of Qiqi from all directions, his heart was pounding and he was sweating profusely.

——But before entering the courtyard, Yan Shixun told him not to have too violent mood swings, as that would leak too much yang energy, which would not be good for himself, but would also attract the prying eyes of more inhuman things.

Yan Shixun almost immediately noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the yard. He turned around abruptly, and saw Yang Tu standing beside the pile of dowry wooden boxes with a panicked expression, and the villagers around who were staring stiffly.

Was discovered.

Yan Shixun's eyes sank, he immediately picked up Yang Tu and walked quickly to the nearest room.

He maintained his unfluctuating heartbeat and expression, his breathing was calm, and he showed no sign of fright or seriousness at all.

"Relax, Yang Tu."

Yan Shixun lowered his voice, and the magnetic voice brought a low vibration: "Keep breathing, let your emotions return to normal, and don't look at those things."

For some reason, although Yang Tu was caught by Yan Shixun, he felt an inexplicable peace of mind, as if with Yan Shixun by his side, he would not be so flustered that he would not be at a loss.

After Yan Shixun spoke, Yang Tu immediately seemed to have found his backbone. According to what Yan Shixun said, he slowly relaxed his breathing and tried to calm down his violent heartbeat.

Without squinting, Yan Shixun calmly buried his long legs, walked quickly but not in a panic from the yard, went directly to the door of the side room, stretched out his palm, and slowly pushed the door open.

The eyes of the villagers also closely followed the movement of the two walking, no matter where they went, they always watched them.

After quickly scanning the dilapidated but seemingly safe scene inside the door, Yan Shixun decisively carried Yang Tu across the door, and then closed the door with his backhand.

The half-rotted wooden door, which had been eroded by wind and rain, slowly closed behind Yan Shixun, blocking the dead and stiff eyes of the villagers outside.

With a "click", the door closed.

Yang Tu suddenly lost his strength and fell down to sit on the ground covered with heavy dust, unable to recover for a long time.

"Yan, Brother Yan, did I get into trouble again?" Yang Tu said regretfully with a trembling voice, "I'm sorry, Brother Yan, I didn't do it on purpose, I, I was just too nervous."

Out of the corner of Yan Shixun's eyes, he glanced at Yang Tu, he did not reach out to pick up Yang Tu, but walked straight forward with his long legs, straightening a chair that had been overturned on the ground.After quickly wiping off the dust with his handkerchief, he calmly sat down on the old chair, looking down at Yang Tu who fell on the ground.

Yang Tu kept apologizing repeatedly, looking very guilty.

But Yan Shixun's attention was no longer on him, but turned to the room.

From the moment he pushed open the door of the room, Yan Shixun keenly felt that there was a familiar atmosphere in this room.But when he wanted to explore further, that breath disappeared again.

It was as if someone had been sitting in this room, looking coldly at the bustle and bustle outside, but he was in a dilapidated and dusty old tomb, almost blending with death and loneliness.

Until Yan Shixun pushed open the door, which broke the original balance, but also broke the previous silence, allowing fresh air to flow in.

So that person Shi Shiran got up, and finally cast a cold glance at Yan Shixun, then turned and left, not wanting to say any more.

Yan Shixun would not take that as his illusion, he was sure that there must be something in this room that could prove the existence of that person just now.

But when he closed the door and stood at the door to look inside, his gaze scanned the entire room, but found nothing.

So Yan Shixun changed the angle.

He assumed that he was the one who was in the room just now, sat himself in the very center of the room, and then looked around the room from this angle.

The room has not been lived in for many years, even the roof tiles have corroded and fallen off, dust and cobwebs are everywhere.

In the empty room with few pieces of furniture, it looked dilapidated and worthless.

However, this is not right.

Counting this time, Yan Shixun came to this yard three times in total, and he has already confirmed that this is the scene when Yang Duo got married.

After the first festive illusion, the second time Yan Shixun saw the most real appearance of the yard, overgrown with weeds and barren everywhere.

And the third time, watching from the outside yard and outside the main house, it was no different from the first time he came here, there were still laughter everywhere, so peaceful and festive.

But when the door of this room was pushed open, it was as if the beautiful illusion was brutally torn apart, revealing the ugly, corrupt but real inside.

But Yan Shixun couldn't help asking - why is this room so different from other places?Is there anything special about this room?

Yan Shixun frowned, carefully inspecting every corner of the room with his eyes, trying to integrate the information conveyed by all the objects and rebuild the truth.

The walls of the room were moldy and turned black, and there was only a small wooden bed against the wall, and the thing that looked like a mattress on it had rotted long ago and turned scorched yellow and disgusting.On the ground next to the bed, there was a urinal lying overturned among the scattered straw.

It's not like a room at all, it's more like a woodshed.

But soon, Yan Shixun suddenly realized something, and his gaze that had already slipped away suddenly sharpened, and he looked at the wooden bed again.

and many more!

There were still iron chains nailed to the wall behind the wooden bed.

Yan Shixun immediately got up from the chair, walked quickly to the side of the bed and bent down to check.

Yang Tu's chattering apology just stopped abruptly, and he looked at Yan Shixun's actions in surprise and puzzled: "Brother Yan?"

Yan Shixun didn't have time to pay attention to him, he just moved closer to the wall, stretched out his fingers and groped carefully from above.

There is an iron ring nailed to the wall, and an iron chain about one meter long is connected to it. At the end of the iron chain is an iron ring that is only as thick as an adult woman's wrist, and it is now opened.So Yan Shixun could clearly see that the circle inside the iron ring was full of dark brown marks.

It was as if the iron ring had been held in someone's hand, and that person was firmly tied to this bed and the activity space about one meter next to it.The sharp and rough iron rings kept grinding the wrists, and the blood that flowed down accumulated in the iron rings, piled up and oxidized layer by layer, and became uneven, with tiny bumps everywhere.

Every bit of blood is like the desperate but powerless resistance of that person who wanted to remove the iron ring and leave the prison, but was chained here like an animal, unable to break free.

I can only watch the window day by day, looking at the narrow sky outside, becoming increasingly hopeless and rotten.

The iron chain has already become fragile under the corrosion of time, and it will shatter into powder when it is almost touched. Remnants of blood.

Because the wall had already been molded by many years of leaking rain, and the bluish black almost covered the entire wall, so just now Yan Shixun didn't see any abnormality on the wall at first glance.

Until now, when he got closer, he found that the wall was uneven, and under the blue and black, there were many large patches of brown blood, and even many blood spots fell on the wall in the form of splashes.

It's just that after years of corrosion, those blood stains have merged with the mildew spots, and the original appearance cannot be seen clearly.

But there was something else recognizable.

Yan Shixun's fingers that were groping on the wall paused, and his slender body bent down froze for a moment.

... On the wall, there are densely carved words with extremely shallow inscriptions, one layer after another, from the wall near the bed to a small piece of wall nearby, everywhere.

Yan Shixun lowered his eyes halfway, concentrating on reading the information these messy strokes wanted to express from the uneven texture felt under his fingertips.

In the beginning, at the place closest to the bed board, words such as "Help me, call the police", "Let me go", "The devil, the devil is coming again", and "Uncle" were written all over the wall.In terms of position and height, it is almost as far as a person can reach when lying on the bed.

But when this piece of text spread to the side, the content changed. It was more written "Let me go home, uncle is waiting for me, I want to go home", "Who will save me", "Why me! ", "Go to hell, you will be punished!" and so on.

The strokes are getting more and more messy, and the meaning expressed by the written words is getting more and more confusing. From the lines, it is easy to read the despair of the person who left these words, and he is almost suffocated.

And around those strokes, some dark brown spots can be vaguely seen.

Combined with the fact that the strokes are so light and shallow, Yan Shixun frowned and made a guess.

I am afraid that these words were drawn by one person with his own fingertips.

There is no tool, so I can only use the most primitive method to leave a few words of my own, even if my fingertips are bloody and bloody.

Yan Shixun straightened up slowly, and continued to grope the wall within the range of movement within one meter of the iron chain.

He soon discovers that there is more to it than words of despair and curses.

For example, mathematical formulas.

Yan Shixun is a graduate of the Finance Department of Binhai University, so he naturally knows what the formulas he read from the wall are.

Gauss formula, Taylor derivation, Feynman proof...

A large number of letters and formulas were written on the wall by someone many years ago.

It's like a tenacious self-rescue in despair, trying to pull his spirit that is on the verge of collapse from the edge of the cliff.

After a long period of depression and despair, the person who was imprisoned in this room chose to brace himself up.

Maybe that person still has unfinished business to do, and there are still people who have not met to wait.Or maybe, that person has a hatred deeper than his own despair, which replaces the person's good expectations for the world and becomes the driving force for a life to continue walking.

And the things I was most familiar with and loved the most were like a way to recall my former self, from which that person could draw strength again.

Remember who you are, where you come from, and what else you must do.

At the same time, Yan Shixun also confirmed the identity of the person chained here.

——The level of education in Jiazifen Village is very low. Except in recent years, some young people will go to elementary school. Looking back, except for some people with high prestige in the clan, most of the villagers are illiterate.

Not to mention writing so many math formulas on the wall.

For the villagers of the former Jiazifen Village, that was simply impossible.

This person will only come from outside the village, and has a very high degree of education and education.

Yang Duo was married decades ago, and Yan Shixun assumed that the time when this person appeared here was also decades ago.

In the era when people barely had enough to eat, it was not easy for ordinary people to possess such knowledge.

Yan Shixun almost immediately thought of the phone call with the old police officer tonight.

The old police officer said that decades ago, there was a case of abducting and trafficking college students in Jiazifen Village.

The abducted female college student was named Jiang Yanran.

But in the end, the old police officer failed to rescue Jiang Yanran, and was left with injuries and a lifetime of regret and guilt.

Without any hesitation, Yan Shixun confirmed his answer.

——Decades ago, Jiang Yanran, a female college student who was trafficked to what was then called Wangzi Village, lived in Yang Duo's home.

At that time, Yang Duo's family had only one man who could marry a wife.

Yang Hua Yang Duo's father, Yang Laosan.

When hearing the villagers chatting today, Yan Shixun also noticed that someone talked about that after Yang Duo got married, the third child Yang would have a new wife.

It now appears that Yang Laosan's new daughter-in-law is a kidnapped woman bought from outside the village.And the new daughter-in-law he bought back is Jiang Yanran.

"Yang Tu, you don't need to apologize, you didn't do anything wrong."

Yan Shixun's voice sounded low, he stood in front of the wall, his eyes fell on the wall so cold and angry: "Have you ever heard that in this world, nothing happens by chance, everything happens It is within expectations of the Heaven and Earth Avenue."

"To obey fate is the original fate, but to resist fate is also fate itself."

"When you think you've messed up something, An Zhi is not a reminder from heaven and earth, telling you that your destiny is here."

Yan Shixun's voice was very soft, almost as if he was talking to himself: "I can't do divination here, so Heaven and Earth put the good calculations in front of my eyes and tell me, is the truth so...?"

"Or, the dead souls and unwilling resentment are making requests to the living, asking whether the world is unfair?"

"Jiang Yanran, you wanted an answer, so I stood here and read the text you left here... What happened to you? Come on, tell me, let me help you."

Yang Tu was moved by Yan Shixun's comfort at first, and wanted to say something with self-blame.But he was soon confused by Yan Shixun's words, his head was full of question marks, he didn't know what Yan Shixun was talking about.

"Yan, Brother Yan, are you alright? Don't you get caught by a ghost?" Yang Tu looked like he was about to cry out of fear from his guess: "Don't scare me, Brother Yan, if something happens to you, I will be here alone. What should we do here?"

Yang Tu started his second round of apologies and prayers, but Yan Shixun's energy had already been transferred to the wall, continuing to read the information left over from decades ago from those strokes.

Yan Shixun's fingers quickly followed the wall and found another words.

He slowly half-bent his long legs, and followed the strokes all the way down, until he reached the wall covered by the wooden bed.

Different from other messy strokes, these words carved on the back of the bedboard are much deeper and clearer, and should be something that Jiang Yanran left seriously and solemnly.

Because of this, Yan Shixun quickly read those words.

A trace of astonishment flashed across his handsome and serious face.

It was Jiang Yanran's self-report, which was clear and concise.

[I am Jiang Yanran, a student at Beijing University. I was trafficked here on the way to report for the internship unit. I was sold by Yang Fang, who carried out the trafficking, to Yang Laosan in Wangzi Village for ten yuan. I was forced to marry and have a relationship with Yang Laosan. , and killed my uncle Jiang Cheng.I was forced to conceive a child, which was aborted by myself.

I hid a notebook on the beam of the house, which recorded what I had experienced in the past four years of being imprisoned in Wangzi Village, which was enough to prove the injustice I suffered in the past four years and the crimes committed in Wangzi Village.If anyone finds this notebook, please take it and seek justice for me!

When you find this notebook, I should be dead, my family is ruined, and I cannot repay your kindness.But rest assured, even in death, my spirit will remember this and repay the favor to the best of my ability. ]

Yan Shixun squatted by the corner of the wall, his slender fingers remained on the last stroke, without any further movement.His hair was scattered in front of his forehead, half covering his handsome face, those eyes were black and sharp, like the surface of a stormy sea under the night, with turbulent waves and rage turned into sharp edges.

He is like a statue, the faint sound of suona and laughter coming from outside the room can no longer disturb him, he is completely immersed in the old world.

Yang Tu maintained the posture of sitting at the door of the room, nervously staring at Yan Shixun's back, not daring to vent his breath.

After a long time, Yan Shixun slowly raised his neck and raised his head to look at the window next to him from this angle.

On the paper-pasted windows, the hard paper has long since aged and turned yellow, dyeing the red light coming in from the outside dimly, as if the corners of rotten dust were left to depress to despair.

That girl, when she squatted here and calmly carved these words stroke by stroke, what was she thinking?

Did she complain until the last moment that her uncle and others did not come to look for her?Did she ever know that someone has never given up looking for her, and despite being completely ignorant of her situation and faced with adversity, she still gritted her teeth and persisted for decades, never giving up for a moment and wanting to take her home?

In the end, when she died alone in a strange and hateful place, what was she thinking at the last moment before she died?

Resent this village, this world?

In Yan Shixun's mind, Jiang Yanran's bright and beautiful smile, the corner of her skirt flying in the air when she turned around, and the beautiful scene when she was holding flowers in the daytime today emerged.

Then, those pictures were broken and turned into a dark and simple hut, the woman was sitting on the bed with her knees hugged, her hands and feet were tied with iron rings, and she was treated like an animal.And when the woman raised her eyes, there was no light in those once beautiful and bright eyes.

There is only one, the dead silence of hatred.

Jiang Yanran...

Yan Shixun let out a long sigh in his heart.

He blinked his eyes to force back the moisture from the corners of his eyes.

Then, all the sighs and emotions were turned into firm vows.

Yan Shixun lowered his eyes, and his slender fingers landed on the gestures on the wall, as if he had passed through decades of time and the barrier between life and death, and looked face to face with the woman who squatted here and cared seriously back then.

"I have received your commission."

Yan Shixun's magnetic voice sounded low, deep but firm: "I came decades late and missed your supposedly splendid life. But after your death, this entrustment is still valid, and I will For you, get back this justice, and angrily interrogate the world instead of you."

"Whoever has grievances will receive justice. Those who die with hatred will have peace of mind."

"And those who do evil will fall into the eighteenth hell, suffer all kinds of suffering, and will not be reborn."

Speak up for those who cannot speak, and avenge the wronged dead.

This is the duty of the exorcist.

Besides...

"I have already received the reward." Yan Shixun chuckled, "I like the flowers you gave me very much."

The hair was scattered, covering Yan Shixun's sharp eyes. At that moment, his eyebrows were softened, making his eyes so gentle between light and shadow.

"Jiang Yanran, I'll take you home."

……

[I will definitely take you home, you believe me, you wait for me! ]

The girl blinked her eyes, feeling vaguely that she seemed to have heard this before.

It's just that decades are too long, and hatred is like a sea, and reason has long been obliterated.

She forgot who said this to herself, and also forgot the identity of that person.

But she knew that the man must have missed the appointment.

Otherwise, how could she be alone in Jiazifen Village, with the person she hated day and night, unable to leave?

"Ah, Jiang Yanran, did you hear that man calling you?"

The girl appeared behind the girl with a smile, and took her arm affectionately: "Did you do it on purpose? Do you want to leave us? That's why you gave him flowers."

Another girl giggled: "It's a pity, he can't take you away, Jiang Yanran. You have struggled for so many years, and what have you gained? We have seen the disappointment again and again."

The girls moved closer to the girl, smiling brightly and innocently, without a trace of gloom.

"Give up, Jiang Yanran, no one will come to save you."

"We are the abandoned people, we can only rot here, and we are not allowed to leave."

"Let's die together with us forever, the world is untrustworthy, the world is hateful, only we are companions, only we will be with each other forever."

"Those people should be damned, Jiang Yanran, don't be fooled by the man's smooth talk. Have you forgotten how you came to Wangzi Village?"

……

The girl's originally smiling face turned cold, and she shook off her arms wrapped around her with her downcast eyes in disgust. Then, she raised her head and looked at the wing room in the yard not far away.

His focused eyes seemed to be looking at Yan Shixun in the house through those walls and windows.

She blinked and smiled brightly again: "Ah, Yan Shixun, a good man, don't just make promises that won't come true."

"I will take it seriously."

Jiang Yanran tilted her head, smiling beautifully: "How about, in order not to disappoint me, just kill you right here."

"Yan, Shi, Xun..."

Yan Shixun's name came out of her lips lightly, saying each word slowly and tenderly.

Innocence, but deep malice and resentment.

The girls also giggled and stretched out their fingers to cover their lips, their nails were bright red and sharp.

"Okay, Xiao Yanran is still Xiao Yanran, so cute."

"How about we also come to help, so that those who dare to deceive us and those who hurt us will stay here with us, and they will not be able to get out of here."

Suddenly, the girls' laughter stopped abruptly, as if they saw something terrifying, they disappeared without a trace almost instantly.

Around Jiang Yanran, the blood-red moonlight spread.

The hem of the wedding dress slipped across the rough slate, and the embroidered shoes were exquisite, walking on tiptoe silently.

Then, stand still behind Jiang Yanran.

"I know." Jiang Yanran smiled, and whispered to the visitor, "I will never forget."

"In the beginning, I did have expectations, but year after year, no one came to find me, no one came to help me, and all expectations were in vain. So in the end, I gave up all unrealistic expectations, because you , I saw the reality clearly."

Jiang Yanran's smile was bright, and her eyes were as bright as a spring day.

"I want all of them to feel the pain that I have felt."