"Sister, do you know this peach blossom tree? It didn't bloom in previous years, but it bloomed this year. Do you know why not?"
"Peach blossom tree..."
"I'm here, which wing will my sister live in?"
The faceless woman stood motionless in front of Yan Yan, not even saying a word. She faced Yan Yan with a face that looked like a boiled egg.
This time I got closer, and under the lantern on the verandah, I could see the face more clearly.
That was not human skin at all, but a piece of paper.
The faceless woman kept facing Yan Yu, and Yan Yu stared at her.
Without blinking.
A stick of incense had passed, and Yan Yan and the faceless woman were still facing each other.
Faceless woman: "..."
As long as Yan Yan doesn't leave his sight, the faceless woman can't leave.
Even if it's just the blink of an eye.
"Sister." Yan Yan showed two small fangs as he spoke, "Do you know why the peach blossom tree blooms?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the faceless woman suddenly disappeared out of thin air.
The peach blossom trees in the backyard then dropped a layer of petals.
Yan Yan walked under the peach blossom tree, and the peach petals fell on her shoulders and neck, as well as on her snow-white hair.
The falling peach petals looked like peach-colored snow falling, and Yan Yan was fascinated by it for a moment.
The rustling of the clothes hanging behind him became even louder, and Yan Yan couldn't ignore it no matter what.
But when he turned around, Yan Yan took a step back in shock.
Between the shelves, under the fluttering clothes, stood faceless women.
The clothes on the body and the bun on the head are different, but the faces on the white paper are exactly the same.
When Yan Yan looked at them, they were all hiding in their clothes, with only one pair of hands holding a corner of the clothes.
The cloth stopped rustling when he was grabbed and stretched flat, blocking the faceless woman behind him.
Yan Yan raised one foot and was about to look behind the cloth.
As soon as I took a step forward, a few of the hands holding the cloth disappeared and reappeared on other cloths.
Not a pair of hands, but one by one.
A person has two hands, and behind a cloth is a faceless woman.
These hands are moving one by one. Some clothes have three hands, and some have one.
Isn't there half a faceless woman behind the half-cloth?
Yan Yan only paused for a moment before continuing to walk behind Yibu.
The hands on the cloth are still changing.
She wondered if she would see the faceless woman split in half behind the cloth.
All the clothes were flat and facing in one direction. As long as Yan Yan walked behind the clothes, he could only see the back of all the clothes.
After passing through several pieces of clothing, Yan Yan turned around and looked behind the clothing.
…
The hands on the back of the cloth are still changing.
She could not see both sides of a piece of cloth at the same time, but no matter whether it was the front or back, one hand was grasping the cloth.
Yan Yan sneered.
He stretched out his hand to pull off a piece of cloth, but the hand on the cloth was also exerting force.
When she pulled the cloth, rows of hands appeared on the cloth, all trying hard to stop Yan Yan from pulling the cloth off.
As soon as he saw the faceless woman's hands working with hers, Yan Yan used a force on his hand and tore the entire cloth to pieces.
After it was torn, all the hands on the cloth disappeared, and there was nothing behind the cloth.
Looking at the pieces of cloth that were still stretched out, Yan Yan felt a little irritable.
She has sealed her ghost power, and now she is unable to perceive what this faceless woman is.
I can only confirm that it's not a human, but it's not a ghost either.
If it is really a tree spirit, then this is just a peach blossom tree. Where did a group of faceless women come from?
After she tore two pieces of cloth again, the hands on all the cloths suddenly disappeared.
Yan Yan was still thinking about what was going on, when a ray of sunlight in the early morning shone on her face.
As soon as the embroiderer who got up early came out of the wing room, she saw Yan Yan standing among the shelves, with several torn pieces of cloth on the ground.
These cloths are made by embroiderers starting from silkworm spinning, and then dyed and hung up.
Several embroiderers picked up the ruined cloth, their eyes filled with distress.
However, Yan Yu is not only the guest of the shop owner, but also the guest of Shen Shizi. They are just embroiderers, so what can they say?
Even though the clothes were ruined, the embroiderers still asked thoughtfully, "Miss Yan, are you feeling upset?"
Yan Yu knew she was wrong. The clothes were ruined and could no longer be used. She had no choice but to bring breakfast to the embroiderers to apologize.
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"Grandma, I heard that you were in a bad mood and tore up the cloth in Jin Zhifang?" Shen Beizhu asked curiously as soon as he saw Yan Yan.
Yan Yan raised his eyes and glanced at him.
The news was so good that she just returned to Prince Shen's Mansion from Jinzhifang.
"See you?" Xiao Baizhu asked.
Yan Yan remained silent.
Xiao Bai Zhu and Qing Yu were both curious about what she saw.
"I feel like I've been tricked." Yan Yan gritted his teeth.