It has been snowing heavily for days, and icicles hung unevenly under the eaves of Jia Yunzhai. It was late at night, and the sound of clappers in the hands of the watchman coming from outside was still falling, and snowflakes continued to fall. It flicked on the paper and made a rustling sound, as if someone was whispering.
Ning Yue was lying in her room, falling into a deep sleep.
In the hazy moment, the banging sound in the girl's ears suddenly became louder, and the originally silent Mulu City gradually became noisy with people and horses. Then, a loud sound of the earth shattering made her open her eyes, and she felt her heart beating loudly in her chest. In a hurry, I turned my head and saw a diffuse fire rising out of the window. The figures were twisting and running in the beating flames, as if they were countless demons and ghosts crawling out of hell.
The girl realized that something was wrong, but her body seemed to be imprisoned. She could not move out of the bed, let alone make any sound. She had no choice but to burrow her head under the thick quilt and pillow, as if she could hide herself in this way. Isolated from the crazy and chaotic world outside.
In the darkness, a series of unhurried footsteps sounded in Jia Yunzhai. The visitor walked straight towards the door of the girl's room along the wooden stairs, and broke in with a "dong" sound!
"Do you think you can escape your own people and fate by hiding here?"
The voice of the visitor was not high-pitched, but Ning Yue immediately felt as if a piece of cold pig iron was pressed against her back, and she shivered violently. She did not dare to look back, but just lifted the quilt on her head again. Wrapped a little tighter:
"Didn't you send your only daughter to Ganyuan to be punished because someone broke into the law hall without permission? Why are you coming to me now? I will never go back with you!"
"Whether you are willing or not, the power in your body has slowly awakened. But don't forget whose daughter you are! The most noble blood in the entire Cangliu City flows in you, and you are destined to become The person who will be the next Archpriest!”
"Father, can you stop forcing me? I don't want to learn those killing techniques, and I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore! I just want to be an ordinary person and live a good life with the people I care about!"
Ning Yue curled up on the couch and screamed, but felt that her words were so weak.
"Childish! What you should care about right now, shouldn't it be your own parents and your own relatives? Those two landmen boys who follow you like tuna all day long, what is there to miss!"
Archpriest Feng Weishu scolded loudly, then sneered, "But Yue'er, you can rest assured that those two hateful boys will never disturb your mind again in the future. They will slowly fade from your memory." Go, like all the other landmen!"
As soon as she finished speaking, a baggage made of silk yarn passed over the bed, hit the corner, rolled a few times, and stopped in front of Ning Yue. The contents of the bag seemed to be very heavy, and even touched the wooden floor when it landed. There were several muffled sounds.
Ning Yue lifted the quilt covering her head, only to see that the gauze bundle was covered with dark red traces. It was unclear whether they were patterns or stains. She felt a thump in her heart, and an unknown feeling suddenly surged up. With a premonition, he stretched out his hand tremblingly to untie the knot on the baggage, but then screamed and covered his eyes tightly——
Although the baggage was only opened at a corner, a strand of messy black hair emerged from the palm-square gap. What could not be hidden under the hair was a face that had long since lost its color, and a pair of Still wide-eyed, with dark pupils with circles of white water streaks!
Ning Yue cursed fiercely, but what she said was a foreign language that no one could understand. She turned her head and stared at her father, who was wearing a loose coat on the other side of the bed. Her two blue eyes seemed to be full of desire. Breathing out fire!
The chief priest still stood beside her coldly, his tone not allowing his daughter to disobey in the slightest:
"Our clan has a much longer life span than the people on land, and we also possess powerful magic power that they cannot reach. We are the most orthodox successors in this world. No matter how much you want to hang out with these short-lived ghosts, Everything will end like this in the end. Now, becoming a father is just to make this moment come in advance, and it is also to let you understand what consequences you will face if you continue to be willful!"
The girl didn't say anything more, but the red hair on her head stood upright, like a blazing flame in the darkness. As she spoke plausibly, a strong wind suddenly started blowing outside the house without warning. The wooden windows creaked.
However, before the wind picked up, the wooden window decorated with exquisite lattice was penetrated by a more powerful force. The billowing thick smoke carried a large number of sparks and poured into the house from the outside, directly overturning Ning Yue to the ground. .
"You have never learned Xiu Xi at all, and with just a few mistakes, you think you can compete with your father and the chief priest of the entire clan?" Feng Weishu walked slowly to his daughter's side, but he didn't. Anything to help her up.
The girl raised her head and stared at the other person's face, with all kinds of emotions in her eyes - resentment, unwillingness, helplessness and regret. After not seeing her for a long time, she suddenly felt that her father's face had become as strange as a passerby, so big. Tears rolled down from his eyes instantly:
"Murder! You murderer!"
"What about murderers? Our Cangyu clan has struggled to survive in the sea for more than ten thousand years and experienced countless hardships. My father once promised the clansmen that he would kill all the remaining people on the land and lead the clansmen back to their homeland during his lifetime. But now my daughter has Mixed together with some foreigners! How do you want me to explain to the tribesmen, and how do I convince them in the future?!"
Feng Weishu's face was hidden in the shadow of the wide robe. Ning Yue was not even sure whether these words came from the other person's mouth. However, she heard every word very clearly, "... Now, this is the last chance that your father gives you. If you insist on not obeying, you can stay here and be buried with these short-lived ghosts. I have the right to treat my daughter as dead, and there is nothing wrong with it!"
Hearing what the other party said, the red-haired girl bit her lower lip hard, but still shook her head resolutely. Suddenly, in her sight blurred by tears, the tall man suddenly disappeared out of thin air. There was no trace. But where it stood just now, there was only a crystal clear drop-shaped black crystal.
At the same time, the entire Mulu City was completely engulfed in a sea of fire. The red flames reflected the entire sky and climbed up to the roof of Jiayunzhai along the beams. Thick smoke billowed everywhere, and the scorching heat waves headed towards The attack on the girl made her suffocate. She clearly realized that she could not escape, and she had no intention of running anymore. She just slumpedly picked up the head of her companion wrapped in gauze on the ground, crying until her heart broke.
After an unknown amount of time, Ning Yue vaguely felt something cold pressed against her cheek. The burning sensation quickly disappeared, and a woman's concerned voice gradually came to her ears:
"Xiaoyue, Xiaoyue, don't scare me, wake up quickly!"
The voice of the speaker was urgent, and there was a faint fragrance of crabapple in his breath. Ning Yue opened her eyes with difficulty, and saw a vague figure anxiously holding her in her arms. The other person in the candlelight was dressed in purple. Wearing a long skirt and jingling silver ornaments on her head, it was Leng Jiayun, the mistress of Jiayunzhai.
There were still tears in the corners of the girl's eyes. She was in a daze and had no time to think about what happened. She only felt that her limbs were so weak that she couldn't even sit up. She could only lean on the woman's chest and sob:
"Sister Jia! Jiang Yan, Tong Ziyin and the others - both of them were killed by me!"
"Xiaoyue, are you having a nightmare? Stop talking nonsense. Ziyin just came to visit you tonight, and Jiang Yan also made you a pot of chicken soup with his own hands. How come you drank it and then forgot about it?" The woman in purple said with all her strength. He hugged her shoulders tightly.
"But - but I clearly -!"
Ning Yue's mood almost collapsed. The thin lingerie on her body was completely wet, clinging to the faintly growing body. The pillow on the bed also seemed to have been washed in water, and she didn't know what was on it. Sweat or tears. The red hair was scattered, and strands stuck to the girl's cheeks and forehead, like streaks of blood.
"You have been having a high fever these days, and now that you are sweating so much, your body temperature seems to have dropped a lot." Leng Jiayun said, and raised her hand to touch the forehead of the girl in her arms.
"Is it really... a nightmare... So Jiang Yan and Zi Yin are both fine..."
"Of course it's okay. But I've already taught them a lesson - three of us went out to play in the snow, but you were the only one who fell ill. You really don't know how to show mercy."
"Then there is no fire in the city?" Ning Yue was still a little worried. She looked up at the floor where the gauze bundle had just rolled down, and then turned to look at the closed window lattice and the The paper on it was undamaged and shone with light blue moonlight.
"In the middle of winter, there is thick snow everywhere. Even if someone sets fire to it, it won't be able to burn!" The Dongli woman couldn't help laughing. It was only then that the girl in her arms finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Xiaoyue, what did you dream about just now? How could you scare yourself like this?" Leng Jiayun asked again with a slight frown. But Ning Yue didn't want to recall that nightmare dream anymore and curled up. He drew his knees up to his chest, shook his head and murmured:
"nothing……"
"Xiaoyue, do I have to hide anything from my sister? You said that you dreamed that Jiang Yan and Tong Ziyin were killed. Who was the person who killed them both? Do you know that you just seemed to be possessed by a demon and spoke vaguely? He was speaking a strange language incomprehensibly, as if he was talking to someone in a dream."
"I don't know how to explain it to you, and even if I tell you - Sister Jia, you won't believe it." Ning Yue buried her head in her arms, but her eyes were unnoticeably red again.
"How will you know if you don't give it a try? This is already the third year you have lived in Jia Yunzhai, but sister, I still know nothing about your life story -"
"Sister Jia, please stop asking. I will tell you when the time is right, but definitely not now..." The red-haired girl still shook her head.
"That's it - I won't force you, sister. You can continue to rest, but remember, if you have anything to do, you must tell sister Jia, and don't keep it in your heart, do you understand?"
Leng Jiayun nodded lightly, stood up and was about to open the door and leave. Ning Yue suddenly raised her head and called her out:
"Sister Jia, no matter what you hear me say in my dream tonight, please keep it a secret for me and never tell anyone. Especially Jiang Yan and Ziyin, okay?"
"You won't say anything, so what can I say to them? Silly girl, don't worry, how many people would take the things in your dreams as seriously as you do? Go to bed quickly, I'll let you know tomorrow morning Those two brats are here to talk to you."
After the woman said that, she turned around and closed the door for the girl. However, Ning Yue, who lay down again, didn't know that after the other party left, she quickly went to the back hall to get a thin wolf hair, put it on her lips and put some on it. With crimson paste, he quickly wrote a line of small regular script on a piece of oil paper only two fingers wide:
Xiaoyue's father may be related to the ancestors. You must be more cautious in the future, remember!
After finishing writing, Leng Jiayun held the piece of oil paper between her fingertips and waved it vigorously a few times, then folded it in half and glued it together with paste, then gently put it into a newly opened can of new wine.
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