There were also discussions in the car, and everyone seemed to be thinking about Qi Ziyu's words.
Qi Ziyu deliberately paused for a moment before saying: "If I remember correctly, there is a portrait of the eldest lady in the general's tomb. When we enter the tomb to explore later, won't we be able to see her appearance?"
"Oh! It turns out this is what I saw." The tourists breathed a sigh of relief, but found this answer very boring.
But soon, Qi Ziyu’s story once again attracted everyone’s attention.
On the day of the general's forty-fourth birthday, Qi Ziyu carefully weighed which was more unbearable, the pain of being slapped on the board or frostbite, and finally decided to go to the eldest lady again to beg for help.
This time, the eldest lady uncharacteristically put on a veil.
But in the past, even if the eldest lady showed her face, Qi Ziyu would not dare to look at her directly.
This time he didn't dare to ask any more questions, but unexpectedly discovered that the eldest lady had left twice as much charcoal as usual.
"Madam, why don't you leave some more, we won't need so much..."
Before Qi Ziyu finished speaking, he was interrupted by the eldest lady.
The eldest lady changed her usual gentle tone, and her voice sounded a little cold: "Take it and leave quickly. Today's time is more urgent than the ghost of impermanence."
"No, the ghost of impermanence?" Qi Ziyu's movements were stagnant.
"Mood and anger are impermanent, life and death are impermanent, and the infatuation allowed in the world is also impermanent." The eldest lady sighed, her voice sounding a little ethereal.
Qi Ziyu couldn't help but ask: "Madam, what's wrong with you today?"
The eldest lady suddenly stretched out her index finger, gently touched Qi Ziyu's lips, and made a silent gesture.
When Qi Ziyu's lips touched the eldest lady's cold fingertips, his whole body froze.
My mind was in chaos and I didn't know what to think.
The eldest lady took a few steps forward and leaned into Qi Ziyu's ear.
Following the movements of the eldest lady, the fragrance from her body also rushed to Qi Ziyu's nostrils.
The eldest lady whispered in Qi Ziyu's ear: "The road to Huangquan is at your feet. Remember, when there is a sound in your ears and your eyes are not clear, all you feel are virtual images."
"After the illusion dissipates, remember where the fire left so that you can return to the human world."
Qi Ziyu froze on the spot, not understanding what the eldest lady was talking about.
However, the madam's palm was already on his back, and the eldest madam pushed him gently out of the room.
Qi Ziyu held a large box of fine charcoal and walked stiffly to the side room in the northernmost corner.
Only then did he belatedly realize that the temperature in the eldest lady's room seemed to be colder than the side room where he lived!
That whole day, Qi Ziyu was confused.
Later, Qi Ziyu had no idea how the host entertained the guests and how the guests dispersed.
He only felt that there was always a fragrance lingering around his nose, and he seemed to be in a garden.
And the noisy human voices are always in my ears, like bees buzzing in the flowers.
The general seemed to have had a conflict with a certain guest that day. When Qi Ziyu was picking up the pieces of the wine jar that had fallen to the ground, he even cut his hand because he was distracted.
However, none of this seemed to attract his attention. He just finished the work he was supposed to do and walked back to the room like a zombie.
Blood trickled down Qi Ziyu's fingers, and the dripping blood stains formed a long line.
It wasn't until Qi Ziyu returned to the room that someone slapped him awake.
"Hey! What are you doing in a daze? Don't you want your hand anymore?"
Only then did Qi Ziyu realize that the blood stains on his hands had been frozen, and his entire hand had lost all feeling.
Only the wound opened by the fragments seemed to be unable to heal, and blood was still oozing out.
Seeing Qi Ziyu's distracted look, the others did not continue to ask how he could be so careless.
Qi Ziyu didn't notice who finally pulled off the strip of cloth and wrapped it around her wound.
He just returned to his corner, wrapped himself tightly in the tattered quilt, quickly closed his eyes and fell asleep.
In the dream, he really came to a very beautiful garden.
In the center of the garden, there is a very clear lake. Qi Ziyu sat by the lake, soaked her hands in the lake water, and let it wash away.
Not long after, Qi Ziyu felt that the water in the lake was a little cold, and wanted to pull his hand away, but found that no matter how hard he tried, the water seemed to firmly suck his palm, preventing him from moving his hand even half a minute.
During the struggle, Qi Ziyu suddenly woke up.
Only then did he realize that the cloth strip on his hand had been dyed red with his own blood.
What was redder than the blood was the firelight outside.
Qi Ziyu was stunned for a moment, then quickly shouted: "Quick! Wake up! You're in trouble! You're in trouble!"
But everyone in the room seemed to be asleep and didn't respond at all.
Qi Ziyu quickly walked up to a person and shook his body.
The man's body was turned over, but his face was ashen and his eyes were wide open, which was very scary.
"Ah!" Qi Ziyu screamed and quickly pushed the man away.
But his hands were full of blood, and a bloody handprint was also pressed on the man's body.
Qi Ziyu couldn't believe what he was seeing, but he had to realize the fact that all the people in the room, except him, had become corpses.ωωw.
Qi Ziyu looked around at a loss. In the center of the room, the charcoal was burning brightly, and the purple-red flames made sizzling sounds from time to time.
But for some reason, Qi Ziyu felt that the charcoal fire was very strange.
In the past, burning charcoal, no matter how good the charcoal was, would produce a somewhat unpleasant and choking smell.
But today, the carbon has no choking smell——
"No, could it be that my nose is malfunctioning?"
Qi Ziyu came close to the charcoal basin and sniffed carefully for a long time, but could not smell the burning smell. Instead, the fragrance lingered in Qi Ziyu's heart again.
So, Qi Ziyu, like a ghost, stretched out his foot and stepped on the pot of charcoal.
After stepping on it for a long time, Qi Ziyu finally extinguished the charcoal fire.
At this time, Qi Ziyu turned his head and looked outside, and found that the firelight soaring into the sky also disappeared.
He quickly opened the door and poked his head out, only to find that the other rooms were intact and there was no sign of fire at all.
"Who opened the door in the middle of the night! It's freezing to death!" A curse suddenly sounded from behind Qi Ziyu.
Qi Ziyu quickly turned around and saw that the servant he had pushed away earlier was now frowning, eyes closed, and huddled in his bed.
They are obviously living people, not livid corpses!
Except there was a blood-red handprint on his quilt, indicating that what just happened was not a dream.
Qi Ziyu closed the door, sat in his corner, looked at the extinguished charcoal, and always felt that everything was very strange.
He wanted to find someone to tell him what he had just seen.
But if he wakes up other servants around him, they will only blame himself for delaying their sleep time.