The heavy curtains were drawn tightly, and the dim room was filled with a mixture of strong fishy odors and light floral scents. A few candles flickered, illuminating the floor of the hall, which was painted with strange patterns, and three people who were sitting, standing, or lying down.
An old woman with a black scarf on her head stood in the middle of the hall holding a candle, reciting a song-like sentence in a slightly hoarse voice without any rhythm.
Along with the strange pronunciation, the darkness in the room where the candles could not reach seemed to become distorted, and unknown mutterings were heard from the dimness.
On the floor to the left and right of the old woman, there were messy patterns drawn with blood. In the middle of the left pattern sat a young man who looked to be in his early twenties. He had short chestnut-colored hair, a nose ring and lip studs. His originally handsome face became funny because of the fear and stiffness written all over it, and because of his constantly moving eyes.
He clenched his wrists tightly and stared at the dark corner beside him, like a lamb being stared at by the devil, feeling extremely terrified.
There was a disordered mass of dark black lines on his wrist, the lines were twisted and evil, and at first glance it would seem as if those lines were twisting and entangled.
This ominous pattern slowly peeled off as the old woman spoke, and then actually floated up from the young man's skin.
"It's out! It's out of my hand!" the young man shouted in surprise and hurriedly crawled away, staying away from the black thread ball pattern.
The old woman picked up a long wooden stick covered with knots and tapped the young man gently. He then remembered what his grandmother said before the ceremony began. He resisted the urge to retreat and sat there waiting in agony.
The black pattern that came out of his wrist floated, and amid the strange syllables that rose and fell in the room, it followed the blood-stained lines on the floor, moved to the pattern on the right side of the old woman, penetrated into the body of a girl lying there, and finally appeared on her wrist to form a deep brand.
The old woman let out a breath, and her figure became even more hunched.
"It worked." She put down the candle in her hand and said in a tired voice, "The curse has been transferred to your sister Luo Lan."
The young man could no longer suppress his ecstasy at surviving the disaster. He crawled over on his knees, held the old woman's hand, and spoke incoherently, "That's great, I'm fine, I won't die, and I won't go crazy, right? I'm fine!" He thought of the fear he had suffered in the past two days and almost wanted to burst into tears.
The old woman looked at him lovingly and held him in her thin arms, as if she were holding a very young boy. "Yes, my Lonsou, you are fine now. You don't have to be afraid anymore."
While the grandparents and grandchildren were expressing their joy, the girl who was lying alone in a blood pattern moved her fingers and woke up from her coma.
What's going on
Qin Feichang sat up and felt a burning pain on his right wrist. He raised it and saw a tattoo that looked like a ball of black thread and a slightly hideous fresh wound.
At the same time, she also saw the mess of dried blood under her body. A bloody smell rushed into her nose, and she smelled the faint scent of lavender and rose essential oil mixed with the blood.
The wool and skirt that did not match her style of dressing at all, her weak wrists and thin legs felt too unfamiliar, making Qin feel that she was in a bad situation.
—This body is definitely not hers.
She looked up and saw that in this hall that looked like a large-scale cult summoning ceremony, there were two people besides her, one old and one young. They were turning their heads to look at her who had suddenly sat up.
The old woman's expression could not be seen clearly through the black veil, but the other young man smiled at her smugly, as if he was gloating over her misfortune.
Don’t know.
Qin Feichang stood up, avoiding the lines drawn by blood on the ground. She touched the wound on her wrist and suspected that the blood used to draw the patterns on the ground came from this body.
He walked out of the pattern as if no one was around, went to the window and pulled open the heavy curtains, letting the light from outside shine in.
Qin Feichang saw a courtyard outside. Outside the courtyard, there were iron gates, railings and straight streets. This seemed to be a villa area not far from the city center. Judging from the area, it was expensive.
In the distance, there are tall buildings of various shapes, with a blend of modern and ancient atmospheres. Cars and horse-drawn carriages are running on the road, and pedestrians are passing by in an endless stream.
Qin was very sure that this was not Yuzhou, nor any area in Dongzhou.
So how did she get here and into a stranger's body? She was just too tired during work and took a short break on the plane.
"The ritual to transfer the curse has been completed. Luo Lan, your brother is the only boy left in our family. Nothing can happen to him. You should understand my approach."
Qin Feichang heard the old woman's voice behind him, and after a little thought, he guessed what had just happened based on the situation at the scene.
She and the rebellious young man were siblings, and they transferred the curse from the young man to her.
Curse? As a member of the Qin clan who worships the clan god, Qin Feichang has some understanding of these things that break the cognition of ordinary people, but when she looks at the ritual materials and the appearance of these two people, she thinks this is more like the characteristics of some remote countries overseas.
Following the principle of speaking less when the situation is unclear, she just looked at the two people and did not respond to them.
Sure enough, seeing that she didn't respond, the old woman softened her tone and said, "Didn't we agree that you would bear the curse for your brother? Why are you angry again now? Are you blaming grandma for being partial?"
Qin Feichang couldn't stand hearing this kind of question sentence since he was a child, so he couldn't help but answer her in the shortest words: "Yes."
The old woman didn't expect her to answer like this, her face fell, and her tone was accusing: "You are so selfish, Loran."
After saying that, she snorted coldly and turned away. The young man did not leave, but raised his eyebrows at her with a smile, "How do you feel now? It feels good to carry the curse, right? I heard that the time is almost up, and the curse may take effect at any time. You are usually so timid, why don't you cry now?"
Qin looked at him very carefully, thinking that the brother and sister didn't seem to have a very good relationship, and that the transfer of the curse was probably not voluntary, but forced.
She knew nothing about this place and didn't want to bother with the little boy any more, so she walked past him and explored the other rooms.
She had to quickly check how far Dongzhou was from here, and then find a way to fly to Yuzhou and regain her original identity as soon as possible. As long as she found the person, she could prove herself. She still had a lot of work to do. If she suddenly let go, she didn't know what kind of chaos would happen to the people below.
Qin pushed on his nose out of habit, but hit nothing.
Oh, I forgot, this body isn't wearing glasses.
She met a cowering servant on the second floor of the villa and found her room through her mouth. It was an ordinary girl's room. The clothes were few and old, all conservative and old-fashioned, with a classic old-age aesthetic. There were few cosmetics and jewelry, and it was obvious that this girl had lived a simple life and didn't like to dress up.
The young girl in the mirror had a pale face, black hair and black eyes. The outlines of her eyes and nose were a little deep, and she looked pretty good.
After just one look, Qin Feichang had a basic idea of the family's situation - this was a family that was once rich and glorious, but now had fallen into decline, and was still trying to save face. Such a large villa only hired a servant who looked not very smart.
There are three owners: an old lady, the old lady’s beloved grandson, and an ignored and introverted granddaughter who usually works as a semi-servant.
"Computers and mobile phones are too precious. Only Master Lonsor uses them at home."
After hearing the news from the maid, Qin Feichang knocked on Lang Suo's door, and when he opened the door, he knocked him down with a stick. He walked into the room with a normal expression, dragged him in and closed the door.
Lonsou's room was much bigger than hers, and it was the place with the most modern products in this old house. His computer was turned on, and the interface showed a chat box between him and someone.
[Andy: I'm done, the curse has appeared on my hand too, damn it, why did my family inherit such a curse!]
[Lonzo: My curse has been transferred to that poor little mouse of Luolan! Hahahaha I'm fine!]
[Lonzo: My grandmother is actually a great psychic. I didn’t know she was so great before. I thought she was just some weird old lady. This is so cool!]
Qin Feichang just glanced at it casually and then ended the conversation and started looking for information about his family.
However, no matter how hard she searched, she could not find any information about the Dongzhou area, let alone any relevant information about the Qin family in Yuzhou.
After searching for a long time and still finding nothing, it was only at this moment that Qin Feichang's expression changed.
She had to face a possibility: this world was not her world, and everything she was familiar with did not exist.
"Bang—" A crack appeared on her cold and elite mask, and she kicked the table hard, her eyes spitting fire.
She had worked so hard for so long, working overtime every day, and was about to get promoted! What happened now? Her promotion was ruined?! In the fiercely competitive Qin family, it was so difficult for her to reach this position at her age!
After all, Qin Feichang was an elite trained by the Qin family. After a brief loss of composure, she quickly considered more realistic issues. Having lost her family's identity, how could she gain a foothold in this strange world
After taking all the money from Lang Suo, Qin Feichang went out to observe the surrounding environment. He first bought a pair of thin silver-rimmed glasses and put them on. The familiar feeling came back, and he felt a little more comfortable.
Then she walked into a roadside shop and had afternoon tea. This body was really a little weak, probably anemic, and after walking for a while, her hands and feet became weak and her eyes went dark.
In the eyes of the people passing by, this girl, who was alone, wearing soft wool and a conservative long skirt, was sitting quietly by the window drinking tea. However, no one knew that at this moment, all she was thinking about was how to make her first pot of gold to start a new company here, which industry to choose to open up the market the fastest, how to recruit people, how to find reliable partners, and so on.
It would be very troublesome without the principal. If I could inherit that big villa from her family and sell it, I would have the principal.
Qin Feichang leaned against his glasses in deep thought.
Not everything she did in the Qin family was aboveboard, so she didn't mind using some means to achieve her goals when necessary. It wasn't too much for the grandparents to tell her that since she inherited the curse, she should also inherit the house.
Speaking of this curse, is it real? It looks like just an ordinary tattoo. She stared at the tattoo carefully, and suddenly felt sleepy and closed her eyes involuntarily.
In just a moment, she came to her senses and found herself suddenly in a dusty and empty hall.
The broken crystal chandelier smashed against the rotten wooden dining table, the lace-patterned tablecloth drooped on the cracked marble floor tiles, and the mottled and peeling murals showed signs of being scratched... Every detail showed that this was a long-abandoned banquet hall in an ancient castle.
Besides her, there were many confused and frightened men and women around. They appeared one after another out of nowhere. A rough count showed that their number had reached more than fifty.
“Ka-ka-ka—bang—”
A skeleton with a rope around its neck fell from the railing on the second floor in front and was hanging in the air, swaying.
The skeleton's bones were connected by ropes, and it was suspended in the air, making a stiff and strange voice: "Welcome - welcome you, the cursed descendants - to my castle - this will be your sweetest grave -"