Using human beings as medicine has been around since ancient times. The book "Compendium of Materia Medica" contains many records of the efficacy of using various parts of living people and corpses as medicine. In ancient times, it was often said that the form is used to supplement the form, and it was believed that eating human flesh can replenish the essence and nourish the mind.
As for whether it is useful...Xi Yu personally believes that it mainly has a psychological comfort function.
The bloody swamp inside the human head was bubbling like a swamp. The human face covered in blood could still vaguely see the twisted and painful expression before birth.
Song Xiao, Wu Yiyi, and Jiang Pingting couldn't help but hide back. They had never encountered such a weird thing before forcing them to eat such ghost food.
However, no one dared to refuse Mammy directly. There were two missing rules in the announcement, and no one knew what was left. If something happened by mistake, the strange story would not give you a second chance. .
Seeing that no one dared to try, Grandma held the head and walked straight to Xi Yu, smiling sinisterly: "You come first."
As if to prevent Xi Yu from resisting, all the maids near the four people slowly approached and surrounded Xi Yu like dolls, leaving her with no choice but to move forward and receive the head.
Zhou Qingyun and the others frowned tightly. No matter whether Xi Yu ate or not, or whether he would be punished, after Xi Yu, it would be their turn.
The blood and minced meat were mixed with an unknown gelatinous substance. From time to time, pale eyes would float and swim. If you looked closely, you could actually see maggots walking through the minced meat.
Pupils shrunk, Xi Yu looked at the so-called real grandma intently, and saw the same blood color as the fake grandma slipping through the black and white eyes of the real grandma. There seemed to be insects crawling under the skin, and the connection between the face and the ears was equally obvious. dividing line.
Is this grandma also a fake?
No, that's not right. Since she can punish those who enter into ghost stories, she must be really teaching the nanny.
Why is this Yonghe Palace full of bugs?
The real and fake nuns are bug people, and the girl who didn’t get to the yard in time is also full of bugs.
Behind every ghost story there is one or more painful and desperate victims. What exactly have the victims of this ghost story experienced? Why did this palace, a common background in countless ancient novels, become like this?
Xi Yu frowned, as if she was worried about the bloody head in front of her. The resentment and malice on her face were undisguised, as if she had already thought of a punishment for Xi Yu.
"Isn't it just human soup?"
Unexpectedly, Xi Yushi raised her left index finger and bit the fingertip with a smile. There was a touch of blood on her lips. She calmly showed her bleeding finger to her mother-in-law: "It's flesh and blood, how about it?" ?You didn’t say you had to eat the human soup you served, right?”
"Why don't you say anything? Well, I've eaten, right?"
Zhou Qingyun and the other two were even more dumbfounded than their mother.
Can it still be like this? !
Yes, human soup means human flesh, and I didn’t say that I had to eat the bloody paste served by my grandma.
Why isn’t my skin tissue considered flesh and blood?
"Then I'll be next!"
Afraid that grandma would react and say something to refute, Zhou Qingyun also bit off his right index finger, raised his finger in front of grandma and waved it: "I've finished eating the soup too!"
Jiang Pingting and Song Xiao followed the same example and used their fingers to avoid Grandma's request.
The nanny was unable to stop them, and veins broke out in the skinny hands holding the head. After a while, she gritted her teeth and sneered, raised her hand, smashed the head with only a layer of skin on the ground, turned around and walked out of Yonghe Palace.
Blood clots and minced meat splashed all over the floor. Song Xiao looked away in disgust, but Xi Yu was in a good mood. She took note of each person's injured finger and gave each of them a band-aid.
Immediately, Xi Yu returned to her small, dark and cramped house. The maid was still standing in the house as before. She didn't show any surprise when she saw that she had returned intact. She just took out the embroidery needle that had appeared inexplicably in the room with the embroidery needle. The colored silk cloth was handed to Xi Yu.
The maid said nonchalantly: "The style I want to embroider today is red."
"Oh, okay, what's your name?"
"Slave Fuxiu."
Xi Yu nodded, first took out the camera and radio microphone from his bag and stuck it on his chest. When he saw the camera flashing red, he guessed that it was really connected to the live broadcast, and then he obediently took the silk cloth and embroidery needle. , but did not find any colored embroidery thread in the room.
She looked at the pure white silk without any variegation, and the smile on her face faded a little: "You mean, you want to dye this rag red?"
The maid remained silent.
Xi Yu picked up the silk cloth, walked around the room, and spread it out in front of the camera: "Look, my task is to dye this cloth completely red before dinner. "
"There are no sharp tools in the room, nor are there any dyes or red-based products. Because the owner of this body has a low status, using red is considered overstepping the rules."
"It seems that I have no choice but to scratch myself with an embroidery needle and let my blood dye the cloth red."
Having said this, Xi Yu paused.
Yes, the original owner couldn't use red, and the rules said no illegal supplies could be used, but everyone had to embroider and hang it by the window.
Therefore, this piece of cloth is not for Xi Yu.
Who can use red?
Who needs their blood?
The profile of Xi Yu's face in the bronze mirror is rather baby-fat. Compared to her now, she looks more like her ten years ago when she was still in junior high school.
Looking at it this way, Xi Yu did remember something that was probably related to the ghost story.
"But, red doesn't have to be blood."
She pretended to be groping in her bag, but actually used the Ming coins to redeem a jar of expired liquid cinnabar from the Baishi shop.
All the things that can be bought with Ming coins are already available in Bai Shi's shop, but she still has to use Ming coins to exchange them. It's really deceiving.
"As long as you are well prepared, all rules can be easily solved."
The cinnabar liquid was poured evenly on the silk cloth in front of the camera. Until it was sure that the silk cloth was completely dyed red, Xi Yu wrapped it with another piece of cloth and hung the soaked silk cloth by the window.
It was almost dusk, and the maid Fuxiu brought a plate of side dishes, a bowl of stale braised meat, and a half bowl of rice that even a child could not eat in modern times.
Xi Yu didn't know the status of concubines in this dynasty, and couldn't tell whether it was against the rules at the moment. He simply brought the whole plate of food back to the door and put it there. He naturally took out two boxes of self-heating rice from the bag and opened them. After adding water to the package, he didn’t forget to greet Fu Xiu: “Come, sit down and eat together.”
Fuxiu:......
The narrow room only had a bed and a small table that could only seat two people at most. Xi Yu packed up the chopsticks and handed them to Fuxiu, and enthusiastically pressed her on the chair: "Just eat, what?" Does the palace rule say that you can’t have dinner with me?”
The meal was not one of silence. Fu Xiu responded obediently to whatever Xi Yu asked. Even his lifeless face looked a little more human.
After answering Xi Yu's question about the food in the palace, Fuxiu said very quickly: "You must be silent later."
