Rebirth mantra is a mantra that can communicate with the consciousness of the person being casted. And this kind of incantation is really more harmful than beneficial, and has long been listed as a forbidden art. If the immortals in Jiuzhongtian use it, they will go to the punishment platform. Yan Dan has never been so glad that he is a demon.
Yan Dan didn't think that these murders would have anything to do with Nan Zhao's life experience, so he looked back at Liu Weiyang and said, "This is the beginning?" Nodding slightly.
Yan Dan put her hand on Nan Zhao's forehead, and a pale white halo slowly opened. She closed her eyes, only to feel that the surroundings were shaking, and the sound of the rain was getting clearer and clearer. After a while, the sound of rain grew louder, rushing across the sky, misty rain and fog, no stars or moon, and even the sky was gray.
Yan Dan felt a jolt, and the rain was mixed with the neighing of the horse and the crisp sound of the driver's whip. A pair of gentle arms hugged her slowly, and the woman's delicate and soft voice echoed in her ears: "Zhao'er, hold on a little longer, and you will find the doctor soon..."
She looked back on these past events through Nan Zhao's eyes.
Yan Dan said softly, "I saw... Nan Zhao and his mother were on their way in the heavy rain. Nan Zhao seems to be ill. They are looking for a doctor."
"What time is it? What was the weather like that day?" Liu Weiyang stood up slightly.
"It's raining, it's raining heavily, the sky is gray, and it's about nighttime..." Yan Dan paused, "Someone came from behind, and the carriage stopped."
The moment she felt the carriage slowly stop, the woman who had spoken softly in her ear suddenly released her arms and touched her cheek lightly with her hand. The woman's fingers were cold and trembling slightly. I thought it was not just because Nan Zhaozheng was sick and his face was hot. She opened her eyes wide to see the woman's appearance, but her facial features were blurred and not very real, as if buried in a cloud of fog, and she could only see that she was wearing a lake-colored ice silk shirt. The cuffs and necklines are embroidered with delicate lace with gold thread.
The woman seemed to smile sadly and lowered her voice: "Zhao'er, you have to remember that the people who came after you today are the murderers who killed your parents. You have to see the faces of each of them carefully."
Yan Danhan's hair stood upright, only feeling that she responded in a low voice. All of this happened to Nan Zhao, and she just temporarily took Nan Zhao's consciousness to watch this incident, and felt that there was an indescribable coldness.
"Zhao'er, you have to be well and live..." After the woman finished saying this, she suddenly opened the curtain of the carriage, swayed her waist lightly, and got off the carriage gracefully. The car curtain was hung by a hook in a corner, Yan Dan was lying on the mat, and he could still clearly see what was happening outside.
I saw that the woman suddenly turned around and slammed into a long sword. The bright red blood had not yet congealed, but was immediately washed away by the rain. She held the long sword that pierced her heart, and suddenly laughed sharply: "You will all have Retribution! I curse you not to enter the coffin after your death, your souls will be scattered, and you will never be reborn! Your children will end up like me today!"
Her blue silk was all wet, and the lake-colored ice silk shirt had long been stained with muddy water and blood so that she could not tell the color.
Suddenly, she took a step back abruptly, the long sword was pulled out from her body, her body swayed twice, and she fell to the ground. Yan Dan looked through the gap in the car curtain, and saw that the woman struggled to lift her head to look over, and kept looking into her eyes, the once beautiful red lips were as gray as withered flowers, and she tried her best to utter two words silently.
revenge.
Yan Dan finally saw the woman's face clearly. It was exactly like the one in the portrait. Her eyebrows were like a crescent moon and her eyes were like water, but the expression on her face was indescribably terrifying and twisted. She told Nan Zhao with her lips to take revenge. The last word she said to her child in the world was revenge.
"It looks like this is their child..." A large, rough hand stretched out. "It's still burning, and it looks dumb, and it seems to be confused."
Yan Dan tried hard to identify who the person in front of him was. That person was still very young, with calluses on his hands, thick shoulders, and a black mole between his eyebrows!
She said slowly: "There are three people chasing the carriage, one of them is Master Fa Yun, and I saw a mole between his eyebrows. The second one is Yi Lan's father, his appearance then is the same as he is now. Not too much... The last one, can't see clearly, it's too dark..."
Liu Weiyang has already stood up from the chair, and his tone has become a little anxious: "Look more closely, isn't it..." Before he finished speaking, he heard Yan Dan already speak first: "It's Shui Nong's father!"
Liu Weiyang was silent for a moment, then said lightly: "That's it, it's enough to know that there is such a thing."
Yan Dan put away the spell, the expression of the woman with the strong eyebrows before her death kept repeating in her mind, she suddenly saw Liu Weiyang walking over, wrapping Nan Zhao with the quilt, wrapped it on his shoulders, and turned to leave: "You Where are you taking him?"
"Go back to his room."
Nan Zhao has always lived with Shui Nong's family. She didn't know there was such a past, but now that she saw it with her own eyes, she felt that it was like sending a sheep into a tiger's mouth: "How can this be done? He lives with an enemy. Under the eaves!"
"I've lived here for so many years, and I've been at peace with each other, and I'll be fine now." Liu Weiyang's footsteps were light, and he couldn't even see his back in the blink of an eye.
Yan Dan looked at Tang Zhou and Yu Mo again, and couldn't help but ask, "Don't you think that Nan Zhao is the murderer who killed three people in a row?"
Tang Zhou stood up and walked out without saying a word.
Yu Mo put down the tea cup and said slowly, "Nan Zhao was also in Fuyun Temple that night when Fayun died violently. The only weapons he could touch were the swords that were not sharpened and used to practice martial arts. The reason has also been found, isn't it?"
Yan Dan briefly recalled it and asked again, "But how to explain that 'curse'?"
"Before that lady passed away, it wasn't like she said that she cursed them to be swept away after they died." Yu Mo stood up, and when he approached, he stretched out his hand to brush her face, and said in a low voice, "Yan Dan, there are many things, It's not how you want to be. Some things, the more you put in, the greater the disappointment."
Yan Dan raised his head, his eyes were dark and bottomless, vaguely familiar. It seemed that she had seen such a pair of eyes a long time ago.
There are some things that they can't control by themselves. Three points of destiny and seven points of personnel affairs. The more certain they are, the more melancholy they will bring in the end.
Yan Dan understands this.
She has paid the most painful price to understand this truth.
It's just that the place and posture where she is doing this profound reflection on life are not right. She pushed aside the blade of grass in front of her and looked forward, only to see the shadows of candles in the main room of Shuiyong's parents, and a slender shadow reflected on the pane, with a strange shape. Liu Weiyang went out in a hurry after dinner, she followed all the way, only to find that he was coming for the Shui Nyong family. He is now watching from the eaves of their house.
Yan Dan originally wanted to bring Yu Mo or Tang Zhou together, but both of them decided that it would be too shameful to do this kind of squatting at someone else's house and eavesdropping on the wall. As for face, sometimes it’s good to value a little bit, but if you value too much, it will take away a lot of fun. For example, Liu Weiyang must have found her following early in the morning, but he couldn't get rid of it, so he had to pretend he didn't see it and let her go.
Watching the moon in the west climb up above her head a little bit, her feet were sore from squatting, and she was about to move when she heard a rustling voice behind her from far to near, and a light figure passed her six or seven paces. .
Still here!
Yan Dan regained his energy and held his breath, only to see the slender figure in the past, wearing a light lake-colored ice silk shirt brushing on the grass, and in a blink of an eye, he was outside the main room.
Yan Dan was stunned. She clearly remembered that this shirt was exactly the same as the one Nan Zhaoniang wore before her death, even the gold thread embroidered on the corners of the sleeves was not bad.
Before she couldn't help but be stunned for too long, she saw the figure opened the door and dodged in. Almost at the same time, Liu Weiyang also jumped off the roof and broke into the door. Yan Dan couldn't help but wonder, is Palace Master Liu stupid? He can save the time between jumping off the roof and pushing the door to enter. It would be so beautiful and dazzling to directly break the roof and fall from the sky. It was because of this idea that she was completely negligent. If she just fell from the sky like this, it would be equivalent to telling the other party plainly that someone had been spying on the roof for a long time.
Without further ado, Yan Dan stood up and ran to the door of the main room, only to see Shui Ning's father sitting on the ground clutching his chest, although there was blood coming out between his fingers, but not much, not the kind of blood before. The tragic situation of the mad spray appeared. He lowered his head, his face was gray, and he stared at the painting in front of him. The woman in the light lake-colored ice silk shirt was smiling, and her expression was agile, as if she would jump out of the paper at any time.
The opposite window opened, and Liu Weiyang and the mysterious man from before disappeared.
Yan Dan frowned, walked up to the elder, and asked, "Where's the person?"
The other party seemed to have not heard it, still staring at the painting, whispering in a low voice: "They are still back... They really brought the curse... "
Yan Dan remembered the mutilated limbs he had seen in this room before, and he was so angry that he pulled him by the collar and pulled him up: "You should have thought of it when you forced people to have nowhere to go and their homes were ruined. There will be today."
Shui Xing's father shuddered, grabbed the painting desperately, and said again and again: "How can we Luo Yue people look like mortals? Yu Ling must have been deceived. She has been blinded by her mind..."
The blood from his hands dripped onto the painting and slowly dizzy on the yellowish rice paper. The person in the painting was still smiling, but there was an indescribable eccentricity. Yan Dan picked up the painting and looked at the candle carefully. He was obviously such a beautiful person, but there was a sinister look between his brows.
She remembered that Tang Zhou had said that this painting was a bit wicked. And she didn't care at all.
Suddenly hearing a click on the pane, Yan Dan looked up and saw Liu Weiyang jumping into the house from the window with a jade flute in his hand. For the first time, he showed a look of fatigue, and said in a low voice, "Let that person run away." He raised his hand slightly, and there was a thin bloodstain running from his wrist to his fingertips, and the sleeves were also faintly stained with blood.
Yan Dan was extremely surprised: "Are you injured?"
She knows Liu Weiyang's ability. Not only did he fail to catch up this time, but he injured his wrist, which shows how good the other party is.
He tore off a piece from his sleeve and wrapped the wound loosely: "I was careless. I thought it would be easy to stop it, but when I blocked the sword, I missed half a point." After he finished speaking, he sat on the table. He sat down on the round stool beside him, supported Yi with his uninjured hand, and said softly, "Yan Dan, bring a basin of water to sober this man up."
Yan Dan responded, picked up the copper basin on the shelf in the corner of the room, and scooped a basin into the water tank outside. She has known Liu Weiyang until now, and she has never seen why he was moved. Only just now, the tiredness and sadness on his face, under the beating of the candle, seemed to be hazy and illusory through a layer of mist.
Yan Dan walked into the main room with the water basin, and splashed it on Shui Ning's father.
The elder was stunned by the cold water, and his eyes gradually regained consciousness.
After a while, Liu Weiyang said solemnly, "What do you plan to do with that corpse in Angli?"
The other party heard that his tone was not good, and he said cautiously: "According to our Luo Yue's rules, it should be burned and then buried."
Liu Weiyang stood up, walked past him, and said lightly, "Then deal with it tonight."
Yan Dan had something to ask him, but Liu Weiyang just walked over so carelessly, put down the copper basin and chased after him: "Have you seen the appearance of the murderer? Who is that person? Is it true? Is it Nan Zhao?" In fact, she wanted to say that Nan Zhao's kung fu was terrible, and his voice was not at all like that of the murderer, not to mention that he had a fever the night his mother died and suffered a serious illness. Not necessarily remember what happened at that time.
Liu Weiyang kept walking and said lightly: "Pack up and get ready to leave here. As for the result, you will naturally know later."
Yan Dan felt aggrieved and said angrily, "Then when do you mean 'wait a minute'?"
Liu Weiyang was silent again.
She clenched her fists and couldn't help gnashing her teeth: "I really want to slap you..."