He Jia Fengyi walked into the library of the Imperial Master's Mansion with a lantern. The Imperial Master did not like reading, but all the noble families in Nandu had to build a library to show their profound family background, so the Imperial Master also built one. This library was not a fashionable wooden structure, but was made entirely of stones and mud. From a distance, it looked like an altar. The books inside were piled together in a mess - the Imperial Master obviously had never read them.
He fumbled around in the attic with a lantern in hand, and took out a book from somewhere, looked at the title, and then took the book and put it on the third layer of the fourth bookshelf on the left. He fumbled around for a while, and took out another book and put it on the first layer of the second bookshelf on the right. After placing seven books in this way, a slight sound came from the attic, and the bookshelf trembled slightly and dropped dust. An entrance appeared on the ground, and the stairs went down to an unknown place and disappeared, and there was a faint light flickering.
He Jia Feng Yi then blew out the lamp and walked down the steps. The door of the secret room behind him slowly closed. The steps turned a corner underground and suddenly a bright light appeared. One hundred and fifty-nine lights illuminated the entire underground room as bright as day. There was a Huanglu Jiao altar here, but ordinary Huanglu Jiao altars were set up in the open air, but this one was underground.
— In the Lower Yuan Huanglu, the stars are out of alignment, the sun and the moon are out of date, rain and sunshine are delayed, cold and heat are out of order, wars never stop, epidemics are rife, famines are rampant, people die without cause, lonely souls wander, new ghosts are troubled by grievances. If you can practice according to the rules, you can eliminate disasters, bless all living things, and bring grace to the underworld. From the emperor to the common people, everyone can do this.
He Jia Fengyi walked around the altar, then slowly lifted up the hollow white porcelain cover. Inside the cover was a red candle with a blue flame burning on it.
This is the heart candle of some evil ghost.
Red spots immediately appeared on the back of Hejia Fengyi's hand, and the red quickly spread to his forearm. He subconsciously took a step back, turned the back of his hand and looked back and forth, shaking his head and sighing: "The ghost energy is really too dirty."
He frowned, as if he was disgusted, and stretched out his index finger and thumb to pick up the heart candle, moved it far away from his body to the table on the side, and began to tinker with it.
Duan Jingyuan felt that something was not right when he went out today. He couldn't tell what was wrong, but he always felt something was strange, and his eyelids were twitching violently.
Perhaps because she was upset, she went to the embroidery shop where she usually went to pick and choose but could not find any embroidery pattern that she liked. When she was about to go back, she heard the servant say that there were a batch of embroidery patterns that others had ordered in the backyard. Duan Jingyuan did not want to return empty-handed, so she asked the servant to take her to have a look first, and if she found one that she liked, she would discuss it with the boss.
The servant was very happy and attentive, and led her and the maid to the backyard. As soon as Duan Jingyuan stepped in, someone covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief. In the pungent smell, Duan Jingyuan realized drowsily that the servant was very unfamiliar and too attentive.
After an unknown amount of time, Duan Jingyuan woke up in a strange room. She felt dry eyes and a splitting headache. She was about to rub her temples when she realized she couldn't move. Her hands and feet were tied and her mouth was stuffed. She turned around and saw her maid Biqing in the same situation. She looked around with her eyes open in fear and confusion. She didn't know what was going on, and intermittent sounds came out of her stuffed mouth.
The door was opened. Duan Jingyuan looked up and saw a familiar face - Wang Qi, who had been harassing her for many days, walked in proudly with three people wearing brocade clothes.
Duan Jingyuan immediately understood what was going on, glared at him and made some vague sounds.
"Two weak women who have lost their strength after taking anesthesia, can they still fight back? It's so boring to tie them up so tightly, quickly untie Miss Duan and Miss Biqing." Wang Qi waved his hand and smiled maliciously.
Several men who looked like servants came up and untied Duan Jingyuan and Biqing. As soon as Duan Jingyuan's hands and feet were loosened, she wanted to escape, but her limbs were so weak that she couldn't even stand up, let alone escape. Biqing rushed over and hugged her.
She forced herself to remain calm and said, "Wang Qi! What do you want to do? I warn you, I am the legitimate daughter of the Duan family. If you dare to do anything to me, my father and my brother will not let you go!"
"Of course I know. You, Duan Jingyuan, are the jewel in the Duan family's crown, the sister of General Duan, and you are arrogant. But my father is also the current Minister of Revenue, and a hereditary marquis in our family. How dare you ignore me and even give me a cold shoulder in front of Fang Xianye? Who the hell is Fang Xianye? A lowly creature with no father, no mother, and no family background? Why do you go to his seat but not mine?"
Wang Qi spoke in a stern voice, his expression becoming more and more distorted. Duan Jingyuan became more and more frightened as she listened. As he walked forward, she shrank back until her back was against the wall. Wang Qi seemed to enjoy her fearful look, squatting down and saying, "Do you think your father and brother can really do anything to me? Once we become husband and wife, then for your reputation, your Duan family will definitely marry you to me. Besides, because of Duan Shunxi, my sister is still missing. How can the Duan family pay back what the Wang family owes? Do you still have the nerve to pursue these matters with me?"
Duan Jingyuan's face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth and said: "No... My brother will never let you go!"
Wang Qi smiled and reached out to pull her clothes, but Bi Qing suddenly grabbed Wang Qi's face fiercely and shouted, "Don't touch our lady!"
Wang Qi's face was bleeding after being scratched by her. He took a few steps back and said angrily, "Catch her and beat her up!"
The three servants he brought with him immediately stepped forward to grab Biqing, who struggled desperately like crazy. Like her mistress, she had a hot temper and cursed, "dirty bastard," "beast," and "die a miserable death." Duan Jingyuan shouted at them to let go of Biqing, struggled to get up but fell down again.
Biqing was not as drugged as Duan Jingyuan, and she still had some strength, but she was no match for the three men's pulling. Biqing was thrown out during the shoving, and the back of her head hit the sharp corner of the cabinet. The pink figure paused for a moment, and then there was a sharp cracking sound, and she fell to the ground with the vase on the cabinet. Blood flowed out from the back of her head, forming a pool of blood. She twitched slightly in the pool of blood, and her clever mouth could no longer curse, and her eyes stared at the lady she had served since she was a child.
Duan Jingyuan was stunned for a moment, then burst into tears and crawled towards Biqing, calling her name.
When the servants tried to drag Biqing out, she grabbed Biqing's arm tightly. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Wang Qi walking towards her with his face covered impatiently and reaching out his hand to her.
Duan Jingyuan suddenly felt bottomless despair. She thought that if Wang Qi dared to touch her, she would bite him, grab him, and dig out his eyeballs. She would make him lose half his life at all costs, and then die herself.
Just when his hand was about to touch hers, when her despair reached its peak and she had decided to fight him to the death, his fingers suddenly fell off.
Although it sounds weird to say this, the finger did fall off. His index finger and middle finger fell to the ground, and only two holes with blood gushing out were left on his hand. The gaps were even very neat.
Wang Qi stood there in a daze. When a crow suddenly landed on his shoulder, he finally cried out in a shrill voice, covering his hand. A black cloud of crows poured in from the window, densely filling the corners of the room and pecking at Wang Qi's fingers on the ground.
But those crows created a piece of pure land only for Duan Jingyuan and Biqing in her arms.
Wang Qi's servants were so frightened that their faces turned pale. They pulled Wang Qi and tried to rush out of the door. But when they turned around, they saw a stunningly beautiful woman standing in the room. She was tall and pale, with a black mole under her phoenix eye. She was wearing a red curved skirt and stood with her hands behind her back. Her eyes were so dark that no whites were visible.
When she saw them turning around, she raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "What's wrong? Weren't you very happy just now? Are you leaving now?"
Wang Qi pointed at her and said in surprise: "It's you... from the Duan family..."
"Evil ghost."
He Simu stretched out his hand and snapped his pale, slender fingers in the air. In an instant, Wang Qi's three servants were beheaded and their heads rolled on the ground, being eagerly eaten by the crows.
Wang Qi yelled and fell to the ground, his legs trembling. He was so scared that he wet his pants, and he begged for mercy in a trembling voice.
He Simu beckoned, and Wang Qi was lifted up into the air by his neck. He struggled desperately and couldn't speak. She didn't look at the guy, but took two steps forward and stood in front of Duan Jingyuan, and asked her seriously, "Do you want to kill him?"
Duan Jingyuan stared at this strange yet familiar girl in a daze.
Is this He Xiaoxiao? It's obviously her, but... it's obviously not her. The girl in front of him is too pale, her blood vessels are purple, and she exudes a gloomy aura... Her eyes are still pitch black.
This looks like the dead He Xiaoxiao.
Seeing Duan Jingyuan's fear, He Simu closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the ghostly aura in his eyes was restrained, turning them into a pair of clear black and white eyes.
"Are you going to kill him?" He Simu repeated.
Duan Jingyuan looked hesitant and shook his head.
He Simu nodded in understanding: "If you want to torture a person, there are many better ways than death."
She waved her hands, and Wang Qi, who was hanging in the air, fell to the ground. He lay on the ground and howled, "Thank you, God, for your life. Thank you, God, for your life."
He Simu turned his head half way and said, "I said, I'm not a god, I'm a ghost."
"Yan Zhang." He Simu called.
A female figure appeared in the smoke, wrapped tightly in black cloth, with only a pair of eyes exposed. She half-knelt on the ground and said, "Your Majesty, Yan Zhang is here."
The leader of the Xiao Ghost Palace, Yan Zhang.
He Simu pointed with his chin at Wang Qi, who was lying on the ground and shaking like a sieve, and said, "This man likes girls. It just so happens that the girls in your palace also like men, so play with him. Don't play too much. Just leave him alive."
Yan Zhang glanced at Wang Qi and said, "How far can you go? Losing your mind and being inhumane?"
"Can."
"I obey your command."
Wang Qi fainted after hearing this conversation. He Simu turned around and looked at Duan Jingyuan. Duan Jingyuan was huddled in a corner holding Biqing, looking at her with fear and confusion. She whispered, "Who... who are you?"
He Simu walked in front of her, and the crows flew up obediently to make way for her. She replied, "He Xiaoxiao."
Duan Jingyuan shook his head, and then shook his head again: "No... Miss He... Miss He is a human being, the one my brother likes... a living person."
He Simu looked at her quietly without saying anything.
Biqing suddenly twitched violently, and grabbed Duan Jingyuan's sleeve as if she had a last breath. Duan Jingyuan immediately lowered his head to look at her, calling out anxiously: "Biqing... Biqing..."
Duan Jingyuan subconsciously raised his head and looked at He Simu, as if he wanted to ask her for help, but when he saw her face that looked like a ghost, he swallowed his words back into his stomach.
She was afraid of He Xiaoxiao.
He Simu lowered her eyes to look at the poor dying girl, and asked, "Biqing, do you have any wish?"
Tears welled up in Biqing's eyes. She spoke incoherently, "I... my brother... he committed a crime... and was imprisoned... my mother was alone..."
"Do you hope that your brother can come out and take care of your mother in her old age?"
"Um… "
"Then I will rescue your brother and give your mother enough money to spend in her lifetime. Are you willing to let me eat you?"
When Duan Jingyuan heard the word "eat", he hugged Biqing tightly in fear and said anxiously: "No, you can't..."
"I'm willing..." Bi Qing said, and stretched out her hand to He Simu tremblingly and grabbed the corner of her skirt.
He Simu bent down and grabbed Biqing's collar, lifting her up easily. Biqing's feet hung limply in the air, and then blood splattered and her head tilted down.
He Simu put Biqing down and let her lie on the ground. The wind blew in from the window, blowing He Simu's long hair and red clothes. There were a few silent crows on her shoulders, and her face was splashed with Biqing's blood. She looked like a ghost from the legendary Blood Lake Hell.
Duan Jingyuan looked at her blankly.
He Simu squatted down, looked at Duan Jingyuan with a pair of clear black and white and calm eyes, and asked: "Do you have the strength? Can you stand up?"
She reached out to hold Duan Jingyuan's hand, but Duan Jingyuan seemed to be a frightened bird and immediately pushed her away almost roughly, and He Simu's hand was suspended in the air.
Yan Zhang said from the side: "How dare you! You don't know what's good for you and dare to refuse the king..."
He Simu raised her hand and waved it, and Yan Zhang did not continue. He Simu stood up, drew a half circle in the air with her right hand, and the scroll in the bottle next to her flew into her hand. She held one end of the scroll and handed the other end to Duan Jingyuan, looking down at her.
"If you don't want to touch me, stand up with the help of this."
"Or you stand up yourself. You must stand up first, and don't be unreasonable."
Duan Jingyuan bit her lip and looked at He Simu. She hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out her hand tremblingly to hold the scroll in front of her, and stood up from the ground with the help of He Simu. Even when she stood up, she was still shaky, and her hand tightened around the scroll and she dared not let go.
He Simu glanced at her and said with a smile, "Very good."