When the wooden door opens and closes, it always makes a weird sound, especially in places like deserted houses, where the creaking sound is particularly harsh.

Yu Xing followed Miss Yun and watched her push the door open, a piece of snow-white wrist slid out of her red sleeves.

This wrist is too slender, soft and boneless, making it impossible for people to see any threat.

The darkness in the room was dispelled by the light in the yard, and Yu Xing's gaze immediately shifted from Miss Yun to the wall.

As the diary he searched said, Miss Yun's room was full of embroidery.

I just haven't realized the seriousness of the problem when I read the text. Now I can only realize what kind of pressure the red walls can bring to people by seeing it with my own eyes.

It can be seen that the owner of embroidery has profound skills, and every needle and thread is full of agility that ordinary people cannot reach. Whether it is the embroidered flowers, birds, fish and insects, or mountains, rivers, they all seem to be immersive and lifelike.

But the crimson thread made every work feel indescribable weird.

"Young Master, please sit down." Miss Yun smiled, sat down at the table in the room, reached out to pick up the teapot on the table, and poured a cup of tea for Yu Xing. Seeing Yu Xing looking at the embroidery, she said, "These are all things I do when I am bored. Does your son like it?"

"Everyone likes it very much. The girl's skill is so exquisite that she is amazing." Yu Xing sat opposite Miss Yun in a serene manner, and also pulled up a whispering tone, "I just don't know why they are all red?"

"I prefer red." Miss Yun took a sip of tea shyly, "Since I was born, I liked this warm and gorgeous color. After living in this deserted house, no matter what I embroidered, no one else would see it, so I would use my own temperament."

"It may seem a bit exaggerated to others, but... the young master should understand it, right? As soon as I saw the young master, I felt that the young master should be a person of temperament."

Yu Xing raised his eyebrows and followed this sentence: "I didn't expect the girl to be so free and easy. I listened to you and felt a little regretful about others' inability to appreciate your embroidery. Why did you stay here?"

"It is to follow the original intention." Miss Yun said, "I don't like restraint, and I don't like my embroidery worker being pointed at by others and asking me to embroider something I don't like. Look, if I am in the outside world, I am just a Xiuniang raised by the master's family, and I should call myself a slave."

"If you are attracted by someone, you have to change your words."

"But in my opinion, these are far inferior to the word "I". Therefore, I chose to stay here without the constraints of the world. Isn't it comfortable to meet a homestay like a young master occasionally and chat and drink tea?"

Yu Xing applauded her: "It's reasonable. I wonder what girls like to embroider?"

"It's not an object. What I like to embroider is people." The smile on the corner of Miss Yun's mouth was a little more real, but for some reason, there was always a subtle discord in her appearance and expression.

"People?" Yu Xing looked around, "Although I like it the most, I didn't see any embroidered people..."

Miss Yun covered her lips: "I am used to hiding what I like. If the young master is curious, please have a little tea first and I will take you to see it."

Yu Xing lowered his head and looked at the teacup in his hand.

This tea is also red.

Water diluted the danger of this color, with flowing ripples, reflecting Yu Xing's thoughtful look. An unignorable fishy smell came out of the tea. It was obviously not an attractive fragrance, but it inexplicably attracted the appetite.

Yu Xing drank it all with tea, and the smell of rust appeared in his mouth. At this moment, the cells all over his body seemed to touch something that was resistant. He trembled and his stomach swelled - referred to as nausea.

Even so, he actually felt that he wanted to have another drink.

This tea has a big problem...it subtly changes the thinking of tea drinkers, and this kind of thing is often the most difficult to resist.

If it weren't for the fact that his curse power was full and powerful enough, Yu Xing would have made excuses to avoid the tea drinking process.

"Haha, it seems that the young master is indeed very curious about me." Miss Yun looked at Yu Xing with a shiny look in her eyes, "Please come with me."

The so-called hidden embroidery is in the cabinet in the room.

As soon as the cabinet door opened, there were more than twenty finished works placed layer by layer inside, which were even more exquisite than those hung on the wall.

Miss Yun picked up the embroidery placed on the top and showed it to Yu Xing. It was a round fan used by a girl, with a woman embroidered on the fan.

The woman was weak and sat on a rock, playing the piano.

Judging from the vivid expression, the woman on the fan is actually 80% similar to Miss Yun.

Qin... Yu Xing had a guess in his heart and asked, "Is the girl embroidering herself? Do you still play the piano?"

"This is not me, and I can't play the piano. This is...I have heard people talk about a girl I have never met. She has a bad life. She was driven away by her husband's in-laws before getting married. Because she was unwilling to accept that, she wanted to see her fiancé, but was killed by her in-laws in the middle of the journey."

"I heard this story and felt that it was not worth it for her, so I embroidered her on the fan to commemorate her." Miss Yun's eyebrows and eyes drooped, as if she was sad.

Yu Xing suddenly asked, "Is her surname Li?"

"..." Miss Yun's fingers froze and raised her eyes, "Does the young master know her?"

"I don't know, but I have heard of this story you told. The protagonist of the story is Miss Li. It is also said that her fiancé was completely unaware of it. Later, she went to find her and there was no news since then." Yu Xing chuckled, "We are telling the same story, right?"

"...Yes." Miss Yun also chuckled, "I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence. Let's take a look at this picture--"

She pulled out another hoodie.

Because the embroidered silk thread is red, the shirt is made of lighter water-red fabric. With a slight movement, the embroidered thread will be filled with shiny red light.

It's just that this content is a bit strange.

When Yu Xing saw the embroidery on his shirt, he felt a moment of chaos in his mind. The surrounding scenery suddenly changed. The night wind swayed, and he stood in front of a well.

There was a man lying begging for mercy by the well, and his head was lowered, his hands tightly grasping the bricks and stones at the entrance of the well, but his body couldn't help but planted them into the well.

What's strange is that there is obviously no one around him.

"Let me go! Don't kill me!"

"Ah-I really don't know. Let me go. It's not that I'll give up on the whole, it's not that I'll kill people, it's that I really don't know anything!"

Yu Xing walked forward and grabbed the man.

After only a little effort, he took the man into his hand. Only after he started, he realized that the man was as light as a piece of paper and had no weight at all.

He looked through the man and saw the man's face clearly through the moonlight.

——This is not a human.
Chapter completed!