Her uncle died because of her, and she never stopped feeling guilty.
Every moment of getting along with my uncle is so vivid in my mind.
*
Although it was already dark, Yang Zimei missed her uncle very much, so she warmed a pot of good wine, brought some exquisite cakes, and went to Yu Zhenzi's grave with Sadako.[
It hasn't been here for a month, and grass has grown over the grave.
Yang Zimei refused Sadako's help and pulled out the weeds on the grave by herself, then knelt in front of his uncle's grave, poured a glass of wine, poured it in front of the grave, and murmured to his uncle.
A while.
It's a pity that her uncle may have gone to reincarnation, and she can't even see his ghost.
"Master, this is not a human being."
Sadako suddenly shouted.
Yang Zimei turned around and headed towards the shed specially built for Meng Tianxiao.
That day, in order to avenge her uncle, she followed Empress Lu's example and cut off all of Meng Tianxiao's hands and feet and soaked them in a wine vat, gave him millennium ginseng that could hold his last breath, and asked him to keep vigil for his uncle here.
, atonement, pain.
She hurriedly got up and found that the head on the wine jar turned out to be a wax figure head.
What about real people?
She frowned slightly, counted with her fingers, and realized that Meng Tianxiao's aura was already far away, and might not be in the country anymore.
Could it be that he was rescued by his junior brother Li Tangyi?
In order to prevent anyone from breaking into the place that day, Yang Zimei arranged a Yin Evil Formation. Ordinary people could not walk in here and see Meng Tianxiao at all. Even Li Tangyi, who knew a little bit about magic, logically speaking, he should not have this skill.
The formation here has no trace of being tampered with at all. If you can walk in and replace Meng Tianxiao, you must be a master.
When she thought that Meng Tianxiao was the one who killed her uncle, she was filled with righteous indignation and wanted to catch him out and torture him to death.
She looked at the realistic wax figure head, thought for a moment, took out three silver needles, recited something based on Meng Tianxiao's birth date, and then directly inserted the three needles into the wax figure's Tiantan point.
Far away in the United States, Meng Tianxiao, who was sitting in a wheelchair and wearing prosthetic limbs, but was still in good spirits, was chatting with the maid who was serving him when he suddenly felt a headache, as if he was being pricked by countless needles.
The pain was so painful that he almost rolled out.
The maid was shocked, hugged him hurriedly and asked: "Mr. Meng, what's wrong with you?"
"Go quickly and get a piece of red cloth to cover my head."
Although Meng Tianxiao's hands and feet were gone, he still had the keen touch of a fortune teller. He felt that the sudden headache was not a disease, but a spell cast by someone, so he hurriedly screamed.[
The maid didn't know where to find the red cloth, so she had to cover Meng Tianxiao's head with a pair of red underwear.
The pain on Meng Tianxiao's head gradually disappeared.
Yang Zimei, who was in front of Yu Zhenzi's grave, saw that the three needles that had been trembling suddenly stopped beating, and he understood that Meng Tianxiao must have taken a method to break his Thousand Mile Soul Chasing Curse.
Because the distance is so far, breaking the curse is extremely simple.
If Meng Tianxiao was within a hundred miles, she would not give him a chance to break the curse.
Yang Zimei did not pick up the three silver needles. He returned to his uncle's grave and knelt down and swore that he would bring back Meng Tianxiao's head again to worship his uncle.
After leaving Master Uncle's grave, Yang Zimei and Sadako went down the mountain.
The mountain road was winding and her soul was blurred. Not long after she left, a figure wearing a green robe stood in front of Yu Zhenzi's grave, followed by a black cat with one red and one green eye...
