Shanhaidao understood his purpose of coming, frankly explained his identity, and also introduced several other people. The master personally led them into the deceased daughter's boudoir. As soon as he walked to the door, he glanced at Dai Luan who was carrying the medicine box with a confused look on his face.
"...That scene is really chilling. Every girl, just..."
Dai Luan didn't say anything and walked directly into the room. The body was placed upright on the bed, and the white cloth on the surface was stained with reddish brown. It must have been almost dry when it was discovered. There were mottled blood stains everywhere on the pillow, bed, and floor.
The old lady guarding the bed seemed to be Miss Lin's grandmother. She has a head full of white hair and her eyes are covered with thin veils. He was stunned when he saw them, probably because he couldn't see people clearly. The master simply said a few words to his mother, and the old lady nodded in understanding and lifted the white cloth on the bed.
It doesn't matter if it's not uncovered. As soon as it was uncovered, the old lady couldn't help but wailed in a low voice even though her eyes were dim. A maid had to help her aside. When she came to help the old man, she turned sideways and deliberately did not look in Miss Lin's direction.
The scene was indeed terrifying. Mu Wan and Shan Hai shuddered when they first saw it.
How beautiful this face once was, now there is no trace of it. The girl's face was riddled with holes with sharp knives, her features were ferocious, and blackened blood clots filled the ravines on her skin. Especially the small cherry mouth, which has been cut to both ends and sides with a knife, revealing white teeth and bloodless gums. It is a veritable "bloody mouth".
It's like laughing. Anyone who sees it will be frightened.
It can be seen that the Lin family really likes this beautiful girl. Even though the young lady has become such a scary look, most people still dare to come in and out of this house. Shan Hai was quite courageous, but when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but avoid his eyes and sighed in his heart.
Dai Luan had probably never seen such a scene, but she was trying her best to stay calm. Carefully looking at the cross-section of the wound, she looked at it repeatedly, finally turned back and made her own judgment:
"Not a single wound was unnecessary. Each cut cut the tendons and veins on the face horizontally. Cutting the veins was for bleeding, and breaking the tendons made it impossible for the skin and flesh to repair. I personally thought...it wasn't some deep hatred, it shouldn't be done like this. Cruel."
"Who says it's not..."
This is an unfamiliar female voice. The voice is calm and slightly neutral.
Everyone turned around and found a strange woman appearing behind them at some point. The servant at the door looked at her in surprise and then outside the room, seemingly not paying attention to when she came in. At first glance, it is difficult to guess the age of this uninvited guest. She was wearing a light updo, her face was covered with a touch of apricot red powder, and her white skirt was patterned with aqua-blue alstroemeria flowers in large swaths. The fabric feels a bit old, but it's clean.
Judging from her face, this woman is still young, probably in her twenties or thirties. But the whole body exudes a steady and dignified temperament, which is the unique wisdom of the elderly and brought by rich experience. She was holding a small wooden box in her hand, and she saw that the wood was a little different from Dai Luan's. On the waist, a piece of forbidden jasper hangs down on the skirt, with tassels like willow ribbons hanging down.
"Master?"
Dai Luan blurted out. Shan Hai was stunned for a moment, knowing that she was not calling him, but he just felt a little strange. He remembered that Dai Luan had been frail and sick since she was a child, so she simply lived in the pharmacy. It is said that there was a pharmacist at that time who was considered her great master. But it was only heard, after all, he had never seen it - Now that Aluan spoke like this, he carefully examined the person in front of him, scanning the medicine box in her hand, and finally, his eyes stayed on her peaceful eyes. in his eyes.
There is a pair of three suns and moons - similar to Ji Yuejun's.
She is the six realms of impermanence.
"Is this... the doctor you invited?"
Mr. Lin asked this question. The woman waved her hand and said slowly:
"The doctor you are looking for won't be back for a while. I happened to be passing by and wanted to check on him. By the way, I could meet an old friend."
She bent down and Dai Luan ran to her. The woman touched her head and murmured that she had grown so tall.
Shan Hai was a little confused: "Excuse me, your Excellency..."
"Liu Hanxuejie·Ruyuejun."
The people in the room were silent and looked at each other without saying a word, but there were whispers outside the room. It was probably because several servants saw the strange figure and gathered around the door out of curiosity. After hearing this, they all started discussing quietly.
Mu Wan gently pulled Shan Hai's clothes and whispered:
"Ruyue-kun? I have heard rumors that she was a painter during her lifetime. It is said that as long as she painted someone, that person would die. Why would Ah Luan call such a terrifying woman her master?"
"I... don't know very well. I only know that she is a pharmacist now."
Others came over to answer the conversation. Some said he was a witch doctor, while others said he was not. He was indeed a painter, but he only painted vegetation. Amidst the commotion, someone suddenly rushed into the room. After taking a closer look, it turned out to be the eldest young master of the Lin family.
"That's enough! You guys are making noise in front of my dead sister, how unbecoming it is! I don't care what others say about you, but how did you get into the Lin family's door? You said you are Lord Ruyue, how can you prove it to yourself?"
Previously, the woman had always ignored the gossip and just talked to Dai Luan. Now that the enraged family members of the deceased rushed in to demand an explanation, she naturally wanted to give an explanation. The woman straightened up slowly, put the wooden box on the table, straightened her clothes, and then spoke leisurely.
"I'm sorry. It's indeed my fault for breaking into a private house. However, I am indeed Kisaragi-kun, and I have Huang Quanling to prove it."
In fact, people with yin and yang eyes, people with deep spiritual energy, and monsters can all recognize the identity of the six paths of impermanence from the three suns and moons in the eyes. But for the vast majority of mortals, the golden light cannot be seen, so Huangquan Bell has become the most effective token for them to prove their identity.
Huangquan Bell is the Lord of Naraku, and is a thing assigned to Huangquan in December, such as a token or a jade pendant, used to prove his identity in order to travel in the world. It was a silver bell that could not be imitated or lost - it was said that the bell held a piece of their soul. Firstly, it was to prevent thieves with ulterior motives, and secondly, it was thrown away for the sake of individuals trying to escape. Shan Hai remembered that there was a Jiyue Lord, and he had only seen him once or twice.
The woman who called herself Kisaragi-kun took out a one-inch silver bell from her arms. The bell was round, delicate, and smooth. There was not a trace of unnecessary carvings on it, and it was only coated with a light golden crescent moon. No matter which angle you look at it, or which direction you turn the bell, the moon pattern is reflected in the center of the silver bell, glowing with a faint golden light.
Yun Ge, who was standing at the door but did not come in, looked a little surprised when he saw the silver bell. For a professional silversmith like him, Huangquan Bell is indeed a holy object. What kind of craft it is, maybe the mountain people have their own clever ideas, and human methods are naturally beyond the reach.
But what's more worth mentioning is the sound of the bell.
I saw Lord Ruyue gently shaking the silver bell, but what came out from it was not a clear and sweet sound——
It's closer to a human cry.
It was a very sad sound, like crying, like a low pottery xun or some other musical instrument. At least it was definitely not the sound that metal should make. It was as if what was coming from inside were countless ghosts on the road to hell, stretching out their weak hands, struggling and swinging, and uttering plaintive whispers.
Everyone present was speechless, even the eldest young master lost his voice for a moment.
She is indeed the six realms of impermanence, Liu Hanxue explains Ru Yuejun.
"But it is indeed my fault to come uninvited. To make amends, I will draw a portrait of Miss Lin."
"It's already like this, how can you still..."
"It doesn't matter."
She asked for some good paper and opened the box. The box has clear and delicate grids, but it is not medicine, but paint that is preserved by the more airtight bamboo knots. There are also brushes of different sizes and lengths, each with its own use.
"Didn't Master say that we will no longer draw people?" Dai Luan asked her.
"No more drawings of living people," she said lightly.
The maid brought good paper, water, and various small plates. She spread it out on the table, while Dai Luan was skillfully sharpening the ink.
Mu Wan sighed: "Look, he is really a painter."
Lord Ruyue just smiled and responded, "What you just said was all about me."
People outside the door did not dare to rush in, but some people whispered in agreement. Yun Ge walked closer and wanted to see how she wrote. Mr. Lin drove away the servants and turned around to go out. He stopped disturbing them and just let the other guests go to their own devices. As a result, the room suddenly became much spacious, with only a Taoist priest, a medicine boy, a demon servant, a silversmith, and an unknown painter - Lord Ruyue of the Six Paths Impermanent.
Lord Ruyue was drawing and painting, and suddenly he spoke without raising his head:
"Are you here to look for Wangui Zhi?"
Her tone was flat, like every previous sentence, not like a question but a statement. Shan Hai was startled and opened his mouth, unable to speak for a long time. He didn't know whether he should admit it, but since Kisaragi-kun asked, she must know about the theft. He looked at Mu Wan. She was also a little confused, but Yun Ge's face was full of confusion.
"Yes, how did master know?" Dai Luan asked bluntly.
"Of course I know. It's just..." She finally raised her head, her face expressionless, "This is impossible."
"How do you say this?" Mu Wan answered.
Lord Ruyue lowered his head again and said while writing:
"Those Ten Thousand Ghosts, Liangyue-kun never leaves his body. Do you know? Impermanent ghosts don't need to rest, but sleep can restore spiritual power faster. Some people like to sleep as a pastime or to pass the time. In order to In the past hundred years of guarding Wangui Zhi, Liangyue-kun's eyelids have never been closed. Who can get close to him and steal this book?"
Mu Wan and Dai Luan looked at each other and couldn't help but frown.
