night.
The courtyard of the mistress of the Chen residence was quiet.
Mrs. Jiang lay on the bed, staring blankly at the account book.
She has been "sleeping" on this bed since last night.
Her personal maid disappeared and was replaced by Chen Baian's people in the yard. She told others that she had contracted a serious illness and had to take medicine twice a day.
After drinking the medicine, she lost all her strength. She was still conscious but could not speak or move.
At this point, what else does she not understand
The deaths of Dongxu and Ajin are really related to the master!
Even now, he wants to attack his first wife!
Jiang had never felt so heartbroken.
Her mind was full of last night's ghost girl who was covered in blood, had a stained skirt, and was crying miserably.
Ah Jin loves cleanliness, but is also delicate and afraid of pain.
When those people attacked her, she must have been extremely scared, right
She didn't even dare to think carefully about what Ah Jin said, as if by doing so, she could stop thinking about the terrible things that had happened behind the scenes.
If only her Ajin and Dongxu hadn't encountered all that.
"Aunt." A clear and pleasant voice called her in her ear.
Tears rolled down Jiang's eyes and she started to hallucinate again.
From the time she heard the tragic news about her two children until now, she always felt as if she heard someone calling her aunt.
She knew very well that it was all fake, and the person who would call her like that was no longer in this world.
But this time the sound was so clear, even closer:
"aunt."
Jiang turned her head with difficulty and opened her eyes wide.
Under the dim candlelight, the young man and woman stood beside his bed.
The man was handsome and the girl was pretty, she would never mistake their appearance.
She opened her mouth with difficulty, wanting to say something, but no sound came out.
"Qingluo, help your aunt." Jiang Lin said.
The young girl in green standing beside her responded crisply, walked to Madam Jiang's bed, took a look, and said, "There is toxin in the body."
Her original form is a plant, and she followed Jiang Lin to practice the Nine Spirit Techniques. She is very good at purifying and healing.
She brushed her small palm across Jiang's body, and Jiang felt her body lighten.
She suddenly said, "Dong Xu! A Jin!"
Qingluo looked up at Jiang Lin, her big eyes full of "seeking praise".
Jiang Lin praised gently: "Qingluo is awesome!"
Jiang Jin, who was standing aside, glared at Qingluo with disgust and snorted.
This monster came out of nowhere. If her brother hadn't said that they saved him, she would have found a way to kill them!
Therefore, it would be better if those who compete with her for her brother died.
Madam Jiang sat up, staring blankly at the two children in front of her, and suddenly said, "Am I dying?"
Jiang Lin laughed: "Why do you have such an idea?"
Madam Jiang looked sad: "If I wasn't dying, how could I see you?"
Jiang Jin laughed.
She sat by the bed, intimately beside Mrs. Jiang, as she did before.
"Aunt." Her eyes flashed with ill intent, "Ajin already knows that Ajin misunderstood aunt. Aunt didn't harm Ajin and brother, and Ajin won't hurt aunt either."
When she said this, she deliberately changed her appearance. Her clean and tidy dress was stained with blood, and she smelled strongly of blood.
After all, she is no longer the same Ah Jin as before, and she trusts no one except her brother.
She wanted to see her aunt's reaction.
Jiang shuddered instinctively.
The girl beside him was as cold as a piece of ice, without any warmth of a living person, and his nose was filled with a disgusting fishy smell.
All this was telling her that the girl next to her was no longer the well-behaved, sweet and soft Ajin.
Instead, it was a female ghost who came for revenge.
But Jiang didn't push Ajin away, nor did she tremble with fear.
Her face was full of heartache and guilt.
Ah Jin was stunned.
Her body felt warm - Jiang had pulled open her quilt, carefully wrapped it around her, and then hugged her tightly.
A soft hand gently fell on the top of her head, just like the action her aunt had taken every time she acted coquettishly with her.
Jiang's cheeks were already full of tears, but her tone was gentle and soft, as if she was still holding the delicate little girl in her arms: "Why is Ah Jin so cold? Auntie, hug me, she will be warm in a while."
Ghosts should not be able to feel the cold or warmth in the world of the living.
But Jiang Jin felt it.
Mrs. Jiang's embrace was like a beam of warm, non-dazzling light, cutting through all the thick, vicious resentment and darkness, and falling on her empty heart.
Her body trembled, and the cold body in Mrs. Jiang's arms disappeared.
She looked up in surprise and saw that the girl had returned to her previous position standing by the bed.
She explained dryly, "I am a ghost now. It will do you no good if you contact me."
Jiang Lin had been standing aside until this moment when he spoke: "Aunt."
Jiang looked at him with a loving gaze: "Dong Xu, you are the older brother. No matter where you are, you must take good care of your younger sister."
She knew the two children very well, and it was obvious that there was something wrong with Ajin's current appearance.
In comparison, Dongxu is much more normal.
"I will." Jiang Lin nodded.
He asked again: "Aunt, do you know what we are doing here tonight?"
Jiang's expression changed, and she whispered, "I know."
Jiang Jin suddenly laughed.
Her laughter was very pleasant, clear and crisp like a silver bell, but in this quiet night, it always made people feel very strange.
Jiang Jin said, "Aunt, do you still remember the letter that uncle wrote to me and my brother that day?"
Jiang's eyes trembled as she realized that she was about to touch the truth she had always wanted to know.
Jiang Jin said: "There was no birthday party at all, and we didn't encounter any accidents along the way."
She touched her face, which was now covered with layers of thin stuff, which was put on her by her brother. It was not a human skin mask, but it was more useful than that one.
Her current face was drawn by her brother himself.
Ajin likes it very much.
There was a hint of fear and resentment in her eyes. "We were sent to a village and locked up like animals. We were locked up for several days, and then I was taken to a quiet secret room filled with candles."
"They tied me to a stone bed and peeled off my face bit by bit with a knife while I was still alive. I was not dead yet."
She heard several people discussing how perfectly the face was peeled and how the owner would definitely like it.
The girl on the stone bed, her face covered in blood, endured endless pain, staring at the void above her head in despair until her life burned out.
She died with her eyes open.
Jiang covered her mouth. Her vision was blurred. She wanted to say something, but her heart ached so much that she couldn't breathe.
She suddenly remembered something and looked at Jiang Lin.
Jiang Lin nodded gently at her.
Jiang suddenly whimpered and buried her head in the quilt.
She hated herself for being incompetent!
That's why my child suffered such a cruel fate.
She hated those wolves with human faces but beastly hearts, and she hated...
"Aunt." Ajin's voice rang in her ears, "It was my uncle who sent my brother and I away for our future."
Jiang looked up suddenly. Even though she already had some guesses in her mind, when she heard Ajin's personal confirmation, she still clenched the quilt in her hands.
"Chen Baian..." Her voice was shaking and even her teeth were chattering.
"Ajin." Jiang Lin patted Jiang Jin's shoulder disapprovingly.
Chen Baian deserves to die, but Jiang is innocent.
She is also a victim.
Her husband killed her nephews and nieces, and the pain in her heart is probably no less than anyone else's.
Jiang Jin was undoubtedly only hurting this kind woman by saying these words in front of her.
"We don't blame you. Ajin and I never blame you, aunt." Jiang Lin looked at the woman in front of him gently.
Jiang cried bitterly: "Ajin, Dongxu, it's your aunt who is sorry for you!"
The poor woman was thinking, if only she had let the brother and sister stay quietly in their hometown.
It’s a pity that there is no if.
Jiang Lin lowered his eyes. He was not very good at dealing with this situation.
He doesn't know how to coax people, and he doesn't think there is any point in coaxing people.
Besides, we have already spent too long here tonight.
He said bluntly: "Aunt, Chen Baian, he must die."
Chen Baian was not the murderer, but he handed the knife to the murderer.
He didn't know what Jiang would think or how he would react.
But neither he nor Jiang Jin would change their minds because of Jiang's reaction.
Jiang sat on the bed in a daze. After hearing his words, her expression gradually became firm: "Chen Baian deserves to die!"
"It's just..." Jiang thought of her two children, "Can I ask you for a favor?"
Jiang Lin took Jiang Jin out of Jiang's room.
"Are you feeling better now? Auntie really loves us." Jiang Lin said.
He brought Jiang Jin to see Jiang Shi specifically so that Jiang Jin could see clearly:
Although there are people in this world with hearts as evil as devils, there are also people who hold the lights, and no matter how weak, they will never go out.
Qin Ling stood outside. As a Taoist priest, it was not appropriate for him to enter Madam Jiang's bedroom.
Hearing Jiang Lin's words, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "How can you, a fierce ghost, speak and act like a high monk?"
Jiang Lin answered casually: "Maybe I've lived long enough and seen a lot."
Qin Ling sneered, thinking he was joking.
He had known Jiang Lin during the day, and he was just a young man.
Chen Baian stayed in the study today.
He only gave a few of the talismans given by the Taoist priest to his children, and posted the rest everywhere in the study. He even held the long sword that had once injured Jiang Jin in his arms and slept with his clothes on.
Even so, he hadn't had a good night's sleep for several days.
No one can get a good rest if they know that they are being targeted by a ghost.
Chen Baian suddenly opened his eyes.
He just had a nightmare, in which Jiang Jin, transformed into a ghost, came to him.
This time, the evil ghost ignored the formation in the Chen Mansion. She moved around the yard as if no one was around and found herself accurately.
Meeting that pair of blood-red cruel eyes, Chen Baian was frightened awake!
He opened his eyes and saw the familiar furnishings of the study in the dim light, and breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, it was just a dream.
But why is it so cold
He suddenly realized something, turned around slowly, and unexpectedly met a pair of bloodshot eyes full of excitement...
Outside the study.
Jiang Lin waved his hand and cast a barrier to cover up the screams.
"Have fun, Jin," he said softly.
Qin Ling stood aside and looked at him with a complicated expression: "I can no longer tell whether you, this person, no, you ghost, are kind or indifferent."
He had just heard with his own ears this man asking the monster named Huaiyin how to better torture a person so that he would neither be able to live nor die.
Then let Ajin use it on Chen Baian.
"Being kind or indifferent, what does it matter?" Jiang Lin smiled. "I only do what I think I should do. What other people's opinions have to do with me?"