"That house over there seems to have a well." Luo Jiutian pointed not far away.
The two of them trotted over through the night and light rain.
"There is a charm here too!" Luo Jiutian found the charm attached to the edge of the well.
The Taoist priest tore off the charm and threw it aside.
Like the well just now, there are also several talismans posted on the inner wall of the well.
"It seems there is someone down here." Luo Jiutian raised his head and said.
The Taoist priest nodded and said nothing. After a while, he raised his eyes and looked at the house in front of him.
This family's house is made of masonry, so even after the fire, the basic structure of the house remained intact.
"Should we go down and dig?" Luo Jiutian asked.
"No need," said the Taoist priest, "let's go to the house to look for clues."
The two coincided with each other. They walked up the steps leading to the back door of the house, shaking off the raindrops falling from their heads. The Taoist priest shook the ax in his hand. Luo Jiutian grabbed the door handle, took a deep breath, and opened the door.
***
Wen Ling trembled and shook his head.
"no……"
Qin Yin was silent for a while.
She got it.
"Ask the spirit," she lay quietly at the bottom of the stone box, speaking as if coaxing a child, "if there is no other way, just do it."
Wen Ling choked and pointed to the box on the stone platform with tears in her eyes, "I will die..."
"Then do we have any other options?" Qin Yin asked patiently.
Wen Ling was stunned for a moment, lowered her head and said nothing.
"If we don't do this, we will be stuck here forever. Xiaolan is still waiting for us," Qin Yin's eyes flickered with an inexplicable light, "Don't worry, Qin Yin won't die."
The tone of her voice was extremely unfamiliar.
It's like a different person.
After hearing Qin Yin's words, Wen Ling raised his head and looked at her with blinking eyes.
"Take a good look at me," Qin Yin said slowly, "I thought that at least you could tell."
Black pupils and gray pupils met in the faint white light and floating gray.
The tears in Wen Ling's eyes gradually dried up.
Her eyes widened suddenly.
"Who are you!……"
She covered her mouth, and the rest of her words were swallowed alive. A stream of hot air surged up from the depths of her throat, causing a series of violent coughs. This was a symptom of Wenling being restrained by Sanyan's taboo. She desperately tried to He coughed, pointing his right hand at Qin Yin, his fingertips trembling.
"You just saw it," Qin Yin smiled palely, "How about it, I still have some time to spare, right?"
"you……"
"Okay, little baby Wengling, you know this secret and I know it, but don't tell it out," Qin Yin knocked on the bottom of the stone box, "especially don't tell them, don't scare them."
Wen Ling gradually calmed down, only coughing once or twice from time to time. She rubbed her neck and asked, "Why?"
Why hide it from them?
Qin Yin can already smoothly decipher Wen Ling's expression.
"When the time is right, they will know it themselves," Qin Yin said, "As long as you know that I can't die, go ahead and don't pity me because I am a delicate flower."
The real Jiaohua Wenling looked at everything on the stone platform hesitantly.
Even if you can't die, the pain will still hurt, right?
"Don't worry..." Qin Yin said with a righteous look on his face, "Let's get started."
Wen Ling controlled the trembling of his fingers and reached out to grab the small box. He fumbled around the top of the box with his left hand for a while, and then with a pop, the lid of the box was opened.
The little doll inside the box was revealed.
"I……"
"Let's do it," Qin Yin nodded, "I'm waiting."
Wen Ling grabbed a stone from the edge of the stone platform and looked up at Qin Yin.
Although Qin Yin spoke loudly, she was still nervous. She held her breath and waited for that moment quietly.
Wen Ling closed his eyes, and with a cruel heart, he threw the stone into the box.
There was a loud rumbling sound above Qin Yin's head. She held her head and stared at the top of the stone box through the gap under her arms.
Boom boom boom... crackle crackle...
A stone as big as a human head came in and hit Qin Yin's back.
Qin Yin groaned, and her arched back suddenly collapsed. She moved her body with difficulty and curled up at the bottom of the stone box.
"Does it hurt?" Wen Ling saw Qin Yin's appearance and couldn't do anything anymore.
Can it not hurt?
Qin Yin gritted his teeth and whispered, "It's okay, let's continue."
Another stone.
This time the stone hit Qin Yin's foot, which was okay.
The third piece almost hit her head. Qin Yin quickly protected his head tightly.
The fourth piece...
The fifth piece...
The movement of asking the spirit sped up. She understood that long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. Once it starts, it cannot be stopped.
There are fewer and fewer stones beside the stone platform, and it's almost over...it's almost over...
She didn't dare to look up at all. She could completely imagine what Qin Yin looked like while experiencing pain but remained silent. It was precisely because she could imagine that she didn't dare to look at him even more.
The last piece.
When Wen Ling threw the last round stone into the box, she noticed that her hands were cold and pale, as if they were dead.
The rumbling sound of falling rocks above his head sounded for the last time. Wen Ling gasped, and the sound of falling liquid suddenly came to his ears.
Snap.
Click... click...
Drop after drop.
Wen Ling raised his head stiffly.
The stone box swayed slightly in mid-air, and a few drops of dark liquid seeped out from the bottom of the stone box, dripping onto the ground.
She gasped.
The transparent bottom of the stone box is red and has been soaked with thick blood. Through the bottom glass stained red by blood, Qin Yin can be seen being pressed against the bottom of the box by a whole box of stones, making a weak cough. With a soft sound, Qin Yin coughed up more blood, and the blood flowed faster at the bottom of the stone box.
Tears welled up in Wen Ling's eyes. She grabbed the glass on the stone table and stumbled towards it.
Her hands were shaking so violently that Wen Ling stared, holding her right hand with her left hand and the cup with her right hand, and brought the rim of the cup to the dripping blood.
The first drop of blood fell on the back of Wen Ling's hand.
Still warm.
Wen Ling cried out. She tried her best to stabilize her hand and let the glass in her hand keep up with the swing of the stone box, little by little... little by little...
Snapped!
A round drop of blood hit the center of the glass.
that's all.
hold onto.
Qin Yin's breathing sound became more and more distant.
Aren't you going to die?
"Xiaoyin..."
Wen Ling's cries were so vague that he couldn't even make out what these two words were.
After a while, Qin Yin's voice finally sounded.
"Um……"
This reply was very long and weak, but it was there.
Wen Ling sniffed and concentrated.
The little glass is almost full.
The last drop.
Just as the glass was full, the blood at the bottom of the stone box stopped flowing. Wen Ling carefully placed the entire glass of blood back on the stone platform.
With a click, the stone box opened, and Qin Yin fell down together with the stone.
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