The rain was pouring outside the window, the grass leaves were falling in the cold courtyard of the water pavilion, the wind and rain were blowing sideways, and the heavy rain at night was sad and made the wooden windows that were not tightly closed creak.
The cold wind and rain came into the house, giving the air that was originally a bit stuffy with the burning incense a bit more cool and refreshing at night.
Li Jiujiu was so drowsy from the alcohol that he was half asleep and half awake, as if he had had a big, chaotic dream.
The rain was still falling, and under the damp chill, she seemed to have finally found a moment of comfort. Her light body seemed to have fallen into a space that did not belong to the real world.
The world was full of chaos, and there were countless noisy sounds in his ears that could not be distinguished clearly. The chaotic sounds gave Li Jiujiu a headache.
There seemed to be the high-pitched singing voice of a woman, sometimes mixed with the sound of a baby crying, the whisper of an old man, and the angry roar of filial piety from a man.
There are all kinds of dramas in the world, and the cold rain hits your face.
She stood at an unknown height, looking at this bizarre world.
Suddenly the world changes, the sounds of a hundred dramas in the ears weaken, and the woman's cries with a dramatic tone become clearer and more piercing.
The voice was extremely shrill, and hundreds of lights were lit. Under the heavy halo, a woman in red was holding a black jar in her arms.
Behind her, the bright red and miserable background of waving flags reflected the lake, but it was impossible to see it clearly.
Vaguely, although silently, Li Jiujiu could feel that she was crying extremely sadly, and the woman with the shape of a lake kept waving to her.
Li Jiujiu walked closer in a strange way. As she slowly approached, the outline of the woman gradually became clearer.
Li Jiujiu was suddenly shocked. It turned out that the clothes on her body were not red at all. What was flowing out was actually shocking blood!
The woman's feet seemed to have been chopped off, and there were a pair of jade beads hanging from her ears, which looked very valuable at first glance.
She had no face, only a pair of green eyes, like a demon child. Li Jiujiu subconsciously took half a step back.
But the strange woman made a sad voice:
"Leave here...the villa is in danger. There is a ghost living in other people's hearts. Run away...you will all die. You will all die. Run away quickly and don't look back..."
Although the woman's description was sad and strange, there was some real meaning between the lines, which did not frighten Li Jiujiu.
Vaguely, she even felt that the woman in front of her was inexplicably familiar.
Li Jiujiu couldn't help but stepped forward and said, "Who has a ghost living in their heart? Why do you want me to escape?"
The woman also wanted to take steps to get closer to Li Jiujiu, but she had no feet, or her body seemed to be restrained by something invisible, preventing her from moving forward.
She could only desperately hand out the jar in her hand and said anxiously: "Take them away! Take them away too! If you don't leave them to him, let them rest in peace! Let these innocent children rest in peace!"
Li Jiujiu's eyes widened, feeling confused: "Who... is he? Who are you afraid of? Can you please speak clearly?"
The emerald beads between the woman's earlobes swayed even more fiercely, and her tone became more urgent and anxious: "He is... he is... ah!
!
!
"
Li Jiujiu's eardrums suddenly felt a sharp pain, and a strong sense of nausea flooded his heart. It was as if this dream was suddenly shattered by something.
All sounds stopped suddenly.
In the final scene, Li Jiujiu could only see the broken scene. The woman holding the jar screamed miserably, and a bright red gash suddenly opened on her originally faceless face.
A bloody tongue broke out inside, as if it had been torn out by a living being.
“Whoaaah!
! "
In the middle of the night, Li Jiujiu suddenly sat up from the bed. When his vision became clear, he realized that he was lying in a soft guest room.
It turned out to be just a dream.
Li Jiujiu was covered in sweat, and the inner and outer layers of his clothes were soaked with cold sweat from the stolen dream. The wind and rain were blowing outside the window, the night wind was blowing on his face, and there were waves of chills. He was so drunk tonight that he completely woke up.
But in twenty-three years of her life, she had never had such a real nightmare.
She patted her forehead and said, "Drinking is really a waste of time. Drinking is a waste of time. The drinking power of this Yundu Villa is so strong that I had such a horrible and strange dream."
Li Jiujiu was sighing to himself, his throat was sore from the burning of wine, he coughed twice, and felt that smoke was coming out of his throat.
She turned over and was about to pour some tea to moisten her throat. But as soon as she got out of bed, she stepped on something soft and made a squeaking sound. It was very elastic.
Li Jiujiu looked down and was startled by the strangely colored thing.
What the hell is this, and how could it appear under her bed.
My head started to hurt again.
When did she drink Fragment?
Li Jiujiu vaguely remembered that he seemed to have snatched something from someone?
The corner of her mouth twitched a few times, and she gradually lost her mind, guessing some not-so-good predictions.
Li Jiujiu hurriedly kicked the green-headed fish under the bed and stood up to pour tea.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he took two steps, Li Jiujiu's body suddenly straightened up and became alert. He spread his palms and was about to summon his spiritual sword to defend against the enemy in the next second.
"who!"
There were no lights in the room, and in the dim light, a figure shaped like a lake sat in front of the table.
Li Jiujiu felt awe-struck. She and her fellow disciples were traveling around the world. She was not just a newbie. She also had her own set of experiences. Even if she passed out drunk, her fellow disciples would prepare defensive barriers in the house. If someone breaks in without permission, other people will be disturbed.
But now, someone was able to pass through the barrier silently and appear in her room.
Li Jiujiu squinted his eyes and looked carefully, and judging from this figure, he was obviously a man, and he could not be a member of her sect.
The palm of the hand is filled with spiritual power, ready to go.
Li Jiujiu's eyes were sharp and cold, and he said in a cold voice: "Who are you?! You are so rude, how dare you break into my room without permission!"
The figure in front of the table moved slightly, and he took out a fire stick. With a soft sound, the cold candle on the eucalyptus was lit.
The warm orange light spread out, dispelling the darkness, and the dim candlelight shone on his face, revealing a pair of handsome eyebrows, deep facial features, and deep eye sockets. He was the foreigner man at tonight's banquet.
Li Jiujiu's face turned even colder: "Is it you?!"
Without waiting for Bailian's reply, Li Jiujiu pointed the sharp sword at him: "What do you mean by breaking into my room in the middle of the night?!"
Balian turned a blind eye to the murderous sword in her hand, and just brought an empty cup, filled it with herbal tea, and left it there.
He raised his eyes and looked at Li Jiujiu, his eyes fell on the space between her eyebrows and her soul, catching a faint wisp of demonic aura. Balian narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly: "This Yundu Villa is filled with... Weird, and Chi Fumiyan, it’s not as simple as you think.”
Ordinary people traveling at night would not know that there was something evil happening in Yundu Villa, and it was even less likely that they would show up in her house in the middle of the night and say such things to her.
Li Jiujiu couldn't decide for a moment what his intentions were, whether he was an enemy or a friend, but for some reason, under his serious and concerned gaze, she slowly retracted the sword in her hand.
She frowned and looked at him: "What do you mean?"
Bai Lian said: "I wonder, girl, did you find anything when you came to Yundu Villa?"
"What's the matter?"
Bailian said seriously: "In this Yundu Villa, there are no female maids, most of them are male servants."
Li Jiujiu frowned and said, "So what? What does this mean?"
Balian was silent for a moment, seeming to feel a little worried about her IQ.
Li Jiujiu was offended by this subtle silence, so she said: "Don't be too pretentious. The owner of Young Master Chi is obviously a gentleman, he keeps himself clean, and he doesn't use maids at home. Is there anything strange about him?"
Balian sighed and said: "It's normal for a gentleman not to use his maid, but don't forget that the owner of Young Master Chi is not single. His wife is a bedridden person who needs personal care from his servants." , in such a large villa, there is a mistress, but no maidservant to serve, is it normal? "
Seeing that Li Jiujiu was getting angry, Bailian knew what she was going to say. He raised his hand and interrupted: "Even if you take ten thousand steps back, Master Chi cherishes his wife. He does everything personally and takes good care of his wife. But tonight's banquet Above, Miss Ji's clothes were soaked by the rain, but Master Chi ordered his servants to prepare the woman's clothes and asked her to go back to her room to change. Speaking of which..."
Bai Lian's eyes slowly turned around Li Jiujiu and said, "Girl, you got drunk and vomited and soiled your clothes tonight. This clean clothes must have been put on by your sisters from your school for you, right?"
Li Jiujiu's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly felt like she was suddenly awakened. The clothes on her body had been changed, and they were not clothes from the Lihe Sect, but clothes from a mortal woman?
Li Jiujiu walked around the house and found a wardrobe. When he opened the door, he found that there were neatly arranged women's clothes.
This is a guest room that has not been occupied before. The closet in the guest room is filled with women's clothes.
It was as if... Chi Wenyan had expected in advance that a woman would stay in this room.
Yundu Villa, which has no maids, has prepared so many women's clothes. Even the young lady, no matter how much she loves clothes, she will never be able to wear so many clothes in three lifetimes.
Li Jiujiu suddenly had an uneasy and chilling thought in his heart, and murmured: "Chi Wenyan...who are these women's clothes prepared for?"
Balian looked at the clothes in the closet, lost in thought, and then said: "Or, you should ask, who is the original owner of these clothes...?"
There was heavy rain and thunder outside the window, piercing the long night, as if the sky was suddenly split in two. In the lightning, Li Jiujiu's face was a little pale, as if he was frightened by Bai Lian's words.
She turned around and looked at Balian steadily: "Who are you?"
Bailian said: "People who travel around are just reading all kinds of things and broadening their horizons."
It's not that Bailian wanted to hide Li Jiujiu deliberately, he wanted to announce his identity at this moment, but girl Jiujiu... really can't act, let alone hide her thoughts.
If she knew now that he was her An Lang, I'm afraid all Li Jiujiu's eyes would be glued to him tomorrow.
Even a blind person can see the clues.
"I see, then you are really good at finding places. Now it seems that the evil spirits in Yundu Villa are really not simple at all. If you can understand this matter, you will definitely gain a lot of knowledge."
The Jiujiu girl is indeed a Jiujiu girl.
A reason that Balian made up casually, she accepted it as a matter of course.
Bailian couldn't help but worry about Li Jiujiu's actions tomorrow.
He was silent for another moment, then handed her herbal tea to soothe her throat: "What did you dream about just now?"
Li Jiujiu didn't know why, it was obviously the first time he met the person in front of him, but he was somehow able to let go of his guard against him for no reason.
She took the tea and took a sip. She felt much better.
Li Jiujiu looked at Bailian and asked strangely: "How do you know that I have a dream?"
Balian asked instead, "What kind of dream did you have?"
Perhaps it was Bailian's extremely rigorous analysis of the question that calmed Li Jiujiu, and the look on his face when he asked the question was not curiosity, but seriousness, which made Li Jiujiu dare not take it seriously.
She had no choice but to patiently tell her what she had dreamed about in her dream.
It's strange. In the past, when Li Jiujiu dreamed, the memories in his dreams were mostly vague and difficult to recall when he woke up.
But tonight's dream requires no recall at all. Every detail is vividly remembered, as if it was a real event that just happened.
Tonight...it's really evil.
After patiently listening to Li Jiujiu's description, Bailian nodded thoughtfully: "You don't have to think too much about what happened tonight. Just go to bed early."
…
…
“Bang!
! "The bedside table was knocked over by a huge force, and the porcelain bowl containing the meat soup fell to pieces on the ground.
Chi Wenyan stood coldly between the beds. His eyes, which were always as warm as spring rain, now looked as cold as snakes.
He was holding a long and bright red tongue in his right hand. The blood stained his entire palm and sleeves red, dripping and dripping, dyeing the floor red and shrill.
"Why don't you just want to listen?" he asked quietly.
The bed was covered with mottled blood. Young Madam Hui Wuniang didn't know when her arms broke free from the two ropes, but her body became even weaker, as if she had exhausted all her strength, and she fell limply between the beds with blood in her mouth. He kept gushing, looking miserable and pitiful.
Chi Wenyan coldly threw away the tongue in his hand, grabbed her hair, and brought her in front of him. He chuckled nervously, his voice full of teasing, ridicule, and anger.
"Why are you so unbehaved? You even risk your own life to ask the dream to come out. Are you stupid? Those people are not related to you. You have to risk your own life to remind those ignorant people. Something good or bad?”
Chi Wenyan's face gradually peeled off the gentle and polite skin and became distorted, like a ghost:
"I'm so good to you, why do you have to be so mean! Why do you have to be so mean!
Do you know how much effort I put into this group of people and how much risk I took to trick them into coming here? If you want to ruin my good deeds, you dare to ruin my good deeds! "
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