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"Go to hell you!"
"There's nothing I can do, Fairy Bai."
"Go home, I'll wait for you..."
"God! Help me!"
"You shouldn't be here."
…
I seemed to hear a vibrating sound, and my eyes gradually became clearer, but my brain was confused, as if I had had a long dream, and my head hurt.
I sat up holding on to the hard, cold surface beneath me and looked around.
I was sitting on the stone bed in the cave. There was a candle and an embroidered handkerchief on the stone bench beside the stone bed.
It was like it was meant for me.
"You are Song Ming's third wife, and you are also Bai Zijun, whom he once regarded as his fairy aunt.
The world keeps repeating the same day, the ninth day of July.
You are an NPC who goes back and forth with this world every day.
...does not mean well to you.
When the moonlight is at its strongest, everything is at its best.
He is everywhere.
Go to the warehouse! "
The embroidered handkerchief is written with the small characters "Juanxiu".
The three English letters of NPC are particularly conspicuous because they are in red.
I stood up and jumped off the stone bed, picked up the candle and embroidered handkerchief in front of me and put them in my arms. The stone cave was not big, so I walked along the light and walked out in a few steps.
But what I didn't notice was that the big red letters of LV.99 appeared above my head.
The beauty of Jiangnan gardens comes into view, and the antique buildings are winding and winding as far as the eye can see.
The cave I was in just now should be a rockery in the courtyard.
Looking back behind me, I saw the strange rocks standing tall and ingenious. They contained a strange sense of art. Although it was noon, they looked like an open abyss with teeth and claws alive.
I have forgotten many things because many memories are blank.
But the only thing I remember is that I came here to save someone.
It was clearly noon, but it was like a cool breeze blowing by my ears.
Walking along the long corridor, I saw that the close-up views on both sides were quite exquisite, but the distant views were all woods, scrawled and uniform.
I took out the embroidered handkerchief from my arms, and as soon as I turned the corner, another scene appeared.
The sun had been shining brightly just now, but suddenly the sun set down. The lanterns hanging under the eaves of the corridor lit up dancing and bright red candles one by one.
Suddenly, a lively and laughing female voice came from the front, making this simple and lonely mansion suddenly smell of fireworks.
The face of the pink and polished girl who came towards me suddenly turned white when she was about to meet me. She asked me tentatively in an unbelievable voice: "San... why did San Niang come alone?" Got here?"
I nodded and smiled: "Today is my master's birthday, how can Zijun not miss it? Wouldn't it make people jealous when they see it?"
The face of the girl in front of me was like an eggplant beaten with frost. She was at a loss and lowered her head. She and the other maid behind her hurriedly walked away, deliberately staying far away from me before leaving. But I clearly caught a glimpse of the black tentacles vaguely extending from the hem of her clothes behind her.
I lowered my head and looked at the embroidered handkerchief in my hand. Yes, I have discovered that something is wrong with this world.
Every day before that, I repeatedly woke up from the stone bed, stayed in the cave until dark, and then went out holding a candle until I became a new female corpse in the backyard warehouse.
Although I always remember that I came here to find someone and take her away.
But I can't remember who she is at all.
And every day I get stuck in a loop, and what’s even scarier is that I seem to be unable to remember things more and more every time I go through the loop.
The embroidered handkerchief in his hand is drawing the route from the cave to the main court, but there is only this one route.
The main court is where the birthday banquet is held today.
I lowered my head and looked at the embroidered handkerchief that recorded it. It clearly said that the current location was the red-painted corridor outside the side room.
And this corridor leads to the main court where a banquet will be held tonight. The protagonist tonight is none other than the owner of Song House - Song Ming.
My husband.
As if at the same time this thought occurred, I felt the cool breeze in my hair become even colder.
But I don't remember at all what my husband looks like.
I don't remember any memories related to him.
When I turned the next corner, I caught a glimpse of the moon reflected in the water, as if it had just been fished out of bloody water, weird and crazy; when I looked up, the moon in the sky was spotless, bright, and lovingly shining on everything.
When I lowered my head again, the bloody beauty of the moon in the water seemed to be just my illusion.
The entrance to the main court was bustling and bustling, and the threshold seemed to never be broken. Everyone was laughing and having fun, as neatly as if one person was controlling it at the same time.
There was a huge crowd, and no one noticed me, a woman who was not dressed up and just attending the meeting.
I stood next to the door of the east wing, pressed into the crowd, and looked at the group of "people" in the middle.
Song Ming probably hasn't appeared yet.
The rest of the people were dressed in thick gold and silver, and their bodies were shining like you were giving in, coming and going. When all this was coming to an end, everyone in the seats had already taken their seats, and the voices in the crowd gradually became quieter. .
As expected, a richly dressed man walked out on the stage on the carpet and sat on the seat that had been prepared for him in the middle.
"Thank you all distinguished guests for coming all the way to congratulate Song Ming on his birthday. The small house has been resplendent with your arrival!" Song Ming picked up the exquisite cups on the table and drank the opening wine with all the guests present.
But while drinking, he looked around the seats several times as if he was looking for something.
And I buried my head, my body was already wet, because the face of Song Ming in front of me was completely different, but why did everyone else turn a blind eye!
This feels very weird.
I clearly don’t remember Song Ming’s face, but I just know that the person on the stage is not him.
The banquet is coming to an end, and everyone present is enjoying themselves.
And when everyone was getting drunk, "Song Ming" also disappeared while changing glasses.
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I walked to the backyard after the first glass of wine was fed to my sleeve at the banquet. This is the real purpose of my coming to the banquet today.
Although many memories are blank, I still vaguely remember that at every birthday party, someone poisoned the food and wine.
I took the candle embroidered handkerchief and the white jade chopsticks I had just picked up while sitting at the table to touch the backyard. The white jade chopsticks are sharp and thin, easy to carry, and are very good for self-defense.
The different front courtyards in the backyard are bustling with activity, making it seem like another world isolated from the outside.
The bustling and noisy sounds just now fell silent for an instant, as if they were afraid of a certain existence here, even the sound of insects did not dare to appear.
Different from the big red lanterns with bright red lights hanging outside, paper white lanterns hang here, gathering little bits of light like fireflies.
And I don’t know if it’s my imagination, but I just feel that the moon here is bigger and more dazzling than in the vestibule.
This gives an unobstructed view of the backyard, as if the darkness hiding here has nowhere to hide.
Following the contents of the embroidered handkerchief, I walked through the corridors and pavilions, bypassed the rockery in the courtyard, and finally stopped at the door of the warehouse door that was my only clear memory.
But the door at this time always made me feel that something was not right.
The moon in the sky behind her seems to have dimmed a bit.
I remembered what was written on the embroidered handkerchief
"When the moonlight is at its strongest, everything is at its best."
If you wait and hesitate any longer, you may miss the best time.
I pushed open the vermilion warehouse door in front of me with all my strength. It was pitch black inside, as if an invisible wall blocked out the moonlight.
I lit the candle with a fire stick, and only then could I clearly see the scene inside while holding the candle.
Different from my previous horrific memories, there are not countless corpses here that look exactly like mine in my memory. Instead, it is so clean that it doesn’t look like a warehouse, but rather...
A guest room, a clean and aesthetically unique room.
Regarding the warehouse, my only memory is the piles of corpses that filled the warehouse, but I never knew the layout here.
While he was standing there in a daze, a burst of simple and melodious music suddenly came from the room.
I was in the living room, and the sound of the piano came from the bedroom, separated only by a wall and a screen.
Although the sound of the piano is really beautiful.
But in the Song residence where everyone is already dead, there shouldn't be any signs of living people!
I was frightened and picked up the white jade bracelet in my hand to defend myself, but after thinking for a while, I took it back into my arms at the end of the song.
I have experienced this cycle countless times. No one can escape the poisoning. This person must be someone special.
When you don't know your identity, you have to be vigilant, but I am just a weak woman with no strength, and I have no chance of winning with just a pair of sharp chopsticks.
Besides, I could go back anyway, but finding a variable should be a good thing to break the cycle.
But...it feels weird no matter how you think about it, being able to play the piano without lighting a lamp in a house with no living people in the middle of the night.
But before I could think about it, the sound of the piano faded and disappeared.
I actually found the man coming out.
A man wearing a bamboo hat slowly walked out from behind the screen. He was dressed in black, and the gauze was gently blowing in the night wind outside the window. His figure was as long as jade, and there was silence. It was unknown what kind of emotions were hidden behind the bamboo hat.
I was lighting the candle, so he shouldn't be able to see me, but this gesture made it clear that he could see me, and maybe he thought I was disturbing his interest.
No matter what, don’t hit the smiling person! Praise first and then talk!
I clapped my hands and said, "The melodious and melodious music of the meandering water makes Zhong Ziqi fall in love with it. It is true that this music should only exist in heaven, how many times can one hear it in the human world!"
With my flattering boast,
Seeing that he didn't respond, could it be that the firepower was not enough? In order to promote the plot, there must be no awkward scenes now!
As long as I'm not embarrassed, he will be the one embarrassed!
I continued: "Yesterday, I felt that living here was boring. As soon as I heard the sound of the young master's piano, the little girl seemed to turn into a butterfly and fly away.
The little girl has never heard such a beautiful song. I wonder who the master is. "I looked at him with adoring eyes.
"Sanniang, don't you remember who I am?" Although I couldn't see what he looked like behind the hat, I always felt that his eyes were looking at me with amusement.
Should I get to know you? ?
The person in front of me walked towards me, minding my own business, and I subconsciously stepped back.
It's over, doesn't he like to be embarrassed?
The dark room became slightly brighter with the candle in my hand.
But for some reason at this time, as he approached, the light of the candle gradually dimmed.
The darkness behind me has no depth, and the room is like a bottomless abyss. It wraps me in darkness and unknown fear, turning it into a cocoon of myself.
But just when I thought the cycle was about to start again, a thin layer of gauze fell into my hands, which he had just been wearing.
"Sanniang likes to call me Ren Lang when she is in a good mood."
He seemed to be in a good mood.
As he passed me, the blouse I had taken off at some point floated into my hands. He stared at me for a long time, but I didn't know what to say to him.
"Expose yourself deeper and be careful not to catch a cold. It's getting late, so get some rest quickly."
I was stunned for a moment, but I didn't see that the moon outside the window was getting bigger and bigger, but the light was getting dimmer. Ren Lang disappeared deep into the corridor in the blink of an eye.
Just as I was about to call him out, I felt dizzy...
