I looked at the three people in front of me. These three people looked like they were only in their twenties. Looking at their devastated bodies, I fell into deep thought for a while.
Countless question marks seemed to flood into my mind at the same time...
Who is the man holding them captive?
Why did he keep Chen Yuanyuan and the others in prison for more than sixty years?
And why were they released suddenly?
Did something happen to that person?
Or did he do it intentionally?
Why can only the blood of our descendants of the Hu family save them?
Does drinking from the Fountain of Youth have anything to do with all this?
Could it be that something else happened after they were devoured by those big white flowers?
And this matter has something to do with our Hu family?
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Questions, puzzles, confusions... No matter whether these words look or sound, their meanings are more or less similar, but sometimes they are completely different.
If I am confused at this moment, then Hong Nianke, who is in the old house of the Zhen family, should be described as confused.
The reason why Hong Nianke felt confused was because she met someone in the old house of the Zhen family.
A woman who is not too old.
This woman has short hair, a round face, not too fat, not too tall, and seems to be ordinary in appearance, but her eyes are like those of a weather-beaten old man, without any vitality or vitality.
This woman was a servant in the Zhen family's old house. She hardly spoke on weekdays. Apart from delivering food to Hong Nianke every day, she just kept her head down and worked.
Hong Nianke originally didn't care about such a person, but not long ago, after Hong Nianke had lunch as usual, this woman secretly slipped a note to Hong Nianke.
Although Hong Nianke was shocked, she didn't say anything and just secretly stuffed the note into her underwear.
As for Hong Nianke, as soon as she hid the note, there was a knock on her door.
Hong Nianke looked up and found that the person who came was actually Zhen Junyi. Behind him was a sweet-looking woman who was holding a small silver plate in her hand.
There is a very finely made stew pot on the silver plate. If nothing else, there should be two bowls of red bean soup in it.
This is already the twenty-first bowl of red bean soup that Hong Nianke has had in the past few days.
This red bean soup is made from rock sugar and has no other ingredients.
Every time Hong Nian Ke opens the lid, he will smell a sweet bean aroma. The smell is not strong, but it makes people feel very comfortable, a kind of comfort that comes from the heart. In addition, the red bean paste in this bowl of red bean soup is also very soft. The moment you eat it, the silky texture feels like eating ice cream.
But even so, Hong Nian didn't know why. Every time she took the first sip, she would always faintly taste the strong smell of blood.
The smell was very strong when it first entered the mouth, but it disappeared quickly.
At first, Hong Nian thought it was her illusion, but slowly she discovered that it was not an illusion. Every time she took the first sip, the smell of blood would appear.
This made Hong Nian couldn't help but be suspicious of the bowl of red bean soup sent by Zhen Junyi. She even suspected that Zhen Junyi had added some special "ingredients" to the bowl of red bean soup.
But Hong Nianke soon denied his suspicion, because Zhen Junyi seemed to like the red bean soup very much, so every time he came to see Hong Nianke, he would bring two bowls, one bowl to Hong Nianke, and the other to Hong Nianke. Keep one bowl for yourself.
This time, naturally, it is no exception.
Hong Nianke looked at Zhen Junyi who walked in slowly, and said coldly: "What do you want to do by locking me in this old house?"
Zhen Junyi seemed very tired. He sprayed heavy perfume on his body, but he still couldn't cover up the disgusting stench.
Zhen Junyi walked very slowly, and it took him a while to reach and sit in front of Hong Nianke.
Hong Nianke looked at the person in front of her and frowned slightly at the slightly suppurating wound on Zhen Junyi's face. She wanted to say something, but in the end she swallowed it.
Seeing that Hong Nianke had swallowed her words, Zhen Junyi smiled bitterly and said, "Miss Hong, don't be nervous! I just want to know what the old guy said to you when you were in the ghost market that day. "
Hong Nianke looked at Zhen Junyi and said coldly: "Old guy? What old guy? Shopkeeper Zhen, I really don't know what you are talking about?"
"Have you really never seen that old guy?" Zhen Junyi looked at Hong Nianke, a cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes, but this murderous intent quickly disappeared.
Zhen Junyi didn't wait for Hong Nian to speak, then sighed: "Okay! Since you still don't want to say it, I won't force you!"
After saying this, Zhen Junyi said to a woman next to him: "Bring the cooked red bean soup to Miss Hong!"
Before he finished speaking, he reached out and took the bowl from the silver plate, opened the lid and drank slowly.
"Yes!" The woman next to her responded, then walked slowly to Hong Nianke with the silver tray, and gently placed a bowl of red bean soup on the table next to her.
"Please!" Zhen Junyi looked at Hong Nianke and said softly: "I asked Master Wang to stew this specially for you..."
Hong Nianke heard the words and looked at the cup of red bean soup on the table. The cup was made of sterling silver and the shape was very exquisite. A stream of sweet fragrance came out from the gaps in the lid of the cup. Even the world Even the pickiest people in the world have to admit that this taste is enough to tantalize their taste buds.
But facing such a cup of red bean soup, Hong Nian didn't move. She just looked at it without moving. After a while, she said lightly: "Let shopkeeper Zhen worry about it! Leave it for now! Wait a while. talk later!"
Seeing that Hong Nian was not moving, Zhen Junyi smiled slightly and said, "What...? Miss Hong doesn't like it? Or is Master Wang's craftsmanship not to your liking? If that's the case, then there's no point in keeping Master Wang!"
Having said this, Zhen Junyi waved to the woman behind him, and then said: "Since Miss Hong doesn't like Master Wang's craftsmanship, let Master Wang..."
"Wait a minute!" Before Zhen Junyi could finish speaking, Hong Nianke suddenly said, "Wait a minute, Shopkeeper Zhen!"
Zhen Junyi turned his head and looked at Hong Nianke and said calmly: "What's the matter, Miss Hong?"
Hong Nianke looked at the man in front of her and said, "Shopkeeper Zhen, that's not what I meant."
"Oh?" Zhen Junyi looked at Hong Nian and laughed: "What does Miss Hong mean? Does Miss Hong like the taste created by Master Wang?"
Zhen Junyi seemed to see through Hong Nianke's thoughts and knew that she did not want to implicate others because of her own affairs, so every word he said hit Hong Nianke's heart.
