"Uuuuuuuuuah, ahhh!"
In the vat, the young man could not speak. His open mouth was like an abyss without teeth or tongue.
Zhao An endured great fear, struggled to reach out to him, and touched his withered face. The young man was suddenly touched and shuddered suddenly. Then he shook his head crazily and his screams suddenly stopped.
Zhao An whispered: "Can you understand what I am saying? If you understand, just nod."
The young man paused, as if he was doubtful as to why there was a man's voice, but he still nodded.
Zhao An said: "I am Zhao An, the chief manager of the harem."
Something changed on the young man's dull face, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't express what he meant.
"You don't have to say anything, just listen to me. Are you the late emperor's son?"
The young man nodded.
Zhao An asked again: "Did Luo Qingshuang harm you?"
After hearing this, the young man froze, then shook excitedly, and started shouting again, as if he was crazy.
Zhao An didn't know what he wanted to express. He thought it was hatred, so he held the vat and whispered softly: "I know you are angry, but calm down first. Answer me, is Luo Qingshuang your mother?"
The young man shook his head wildly.
Zhao An suddenly felt white hairs and sweat crawling all over his back.
"What did you say? Luo Qingshuang is not your mother, are you sure?"
The young man screamed to express his anger.
It seems that the old witch has more secrets than expected.
Unfortunately, the late emperor's only son turned into a monster that was neither human nor ghost, and was unable to communicate.
Zhao An could only hold his head down, signaling him to stay calm, and then asked the question he wanted to ask the most.
"Have you seen the daughter of the champion?"
The young man's scary face suddenly froze. Even without his facial features, Zhao An could tell from his twitching facial muscles that he was afraid, and then he nodded slowly.
Zhao An was overjoyed and quickly asked: "Who is she? Is she Luo Qingshuang!"
The young man's whole body was shaken, and he started to go crazy again. He shook the vat desperately, struggled and howled, and his big mouth seemed to be pressed by a black hole, which frightened Zhao An and took several steps back.
The young man was completely stunned. He nodded and shook his head, and the chain on it made a buzzing sound.
Zhao An has no idea what he has experienced. Is this question difficult to answer?
Yes means it, no means no. Why do you nod your head sometimes and shake your head sometimes? What exactly do you want to express?
Maybe he has been locked up here for too long and has gone crazy.
Zhao An sighed and ignored him. His eyes fell on the little figures nailed to the wall. He didn't know whether they were babies or forged from copper and iron. Anyway, they were lifelike, and their skin was blue-black, which was indescribably terrifying.
And there are murals on the walls.
If you look closely, you will find that the content of the mural is actually a bit scary.
It is engraved with the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the capital. A young man was killed. Every scene is different. The only constant is that every mural shows him and a girl. He was either beheaded, burned, or burned. He dropped the grass basin and was bitten to death by thousands of snakes.
There are now nine paintings…
Zhao An suddenly thought of the Ninth World Hall and what Qian Yuwei said. Could this be his ending?
In other words, it’s the ending of the original owner!
If this is the case, reincarnation exists, and everyone is cursed by the original owner's sister!
Zhao An is now somewhat able to accept this setting, but it is a bit miserable as a time traveler.
Was he destined to die tragically at the hands of the original owner's sister?
No, it is better to die than live.
The past doesn't matter, you have to strike first, find the original owner's sister and try to kill her!
Zhao An clenched his fists, staring at the mural and secretly feeling angry. He was not the original owner and could not empathize at all!
Thinking of this, Zhao An returned to the vat again. At this moment, the young man became a little quieter.
Zhao An said seriously: "Brother, I know you are miserable, but please answer my question seriously. Is the daughter of the champion Hou Luo Qingshuang? Think carefully before answering. If you can give me the answer I want, I will How about promising to take you out, let you bask in the sun, and avenge you?"
The young man fell into silence and seemed to be really thinking.
Zhao Jing waited quietly, but at this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the distance.
Zhao An subconsciously turned around and saw a small dark red figure walking slowly deep in the corridor. The scene looked like a ghost.
Zhao An was immediately heartbroken, "That is, the original owner's sister..."
not good!
Zhao An doesn't want to see her now! Otherwise, she will kill her immediately if she doesn’t protect everything!
In desperation, he ran towards another corridor.
While running, I looked back and saw that the little figure was already standing by the big tank, then turned to look towards the corridor.
The two sides were more than a hundred meters apart, but the little face was pale and extremely scary.
Zhao An's heart was in his throat, and his legs were at full strength, stumbling around in the dark corridor like a headless fly.
There were footsteps again from behind,
Zhao An turned around again, and the little figure seemed to be floating over with his pale face raised, shouting: "Brother, is that you?"
Zhao An covered his mouth and felt like he was out of his mind on the spot.
Why the hell does this feel like an escape from an escape room? Tai Kuner is so scary!
Fortunately, in the chaos, perhaps due to the instinct of the original owner, he managed to find the corridor back to where he came from. After all, the tomb under the Palace of the East China Sea is restored one to one. The original owner had taken his sister out of the corridor to play in the palace countless times. , very familiar with all corridors.
Relying on this sense of familiarity, Zhao An crawled to the exit and turned around to see the small red figure in the distance facing this way, about a hundred meters away.
"My dear mother..."
Zhao An's mind went blank. Without thinking, he stumbled out of the passage and twisted the gilt vase on the bookshelf.
Buzz buzz.
The floor slowly closed, but before closing, Zhao An finally saw her. Although it was just a trance, it was like a nightmare.
Just before the floor closed, the girl stood underneath, tilting her head and smiling at the outside with her pale face, and even opened her mouth to call her brother.
Click.
The heavy floorboards closed and her face disappeared.
Zhao An sat down on the ground, unable to stand up. His clothes were soaked with cold sweat. He stared at the floor and muttered, "I'm not your brother. Stay away from me..."
I stayed there for a long time, maybe for psychological reasons, but I vaguely heard the sound of nails scraping the floor below.
Zhao An no longer dared to stay in this side hall any longer and stumbled out the door, just in time to see Luo Qingshuang turn over.
It seems that dead girl is not her.
Luo Qingshuang was still sleeping deeply.
Zhao An sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, observing the door of the side hall in the distance through the translucent screen, while silently thinking about the Infinite Heavenly Lord and Amitabha Buddha in his heart.
If possible, I wish Yunzhu could come here again, because as a modern person, what I just experienced was a bit scary, and it didn't seem real at all.
