Chapter 140: On the day of great joy, Yueyuan was massacred
"Gu, girl..."
Qi Niang looked at Yun Yanchu with a horrified face, trying to break away Yun Yanchu's tight grip on her hand, but she couldn't do it at all.
"Tell me, who is he?" Yun Yanchu let her break his hand with an indifferent expression.
"I don't know, I don't know, girl, you're hurting me..." Qi Niang shook her head and tried to escape.
Seeing that she was unwilling to say it, a magic formula from Yun Yanchu's left hand flew out and landed on Qi Niang's eyebrows.
The next moment, Qi Niang's violent struggle stopped and she stood there with dull eyes.
Yun Yanchu drew a talisman out of thin air with his left hand, and saw the talisman formed, reflected between Qi Niang's eyebrows.
Jiang Jun saw Yun Yanchu repeating his old tricks and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Are you crazy?! You used the soul-reading technique twice in just one day?"
"I can't die." Yun Yanchu said calmly, and his consciousness disappeared into Qi Niang's memory.
When she opened her eyes, she had already appeared in an elegant courtyard.
The owner of the memory was swaying his shoulders, and the person being tapped was a woman, wearing a moon-white dress, with a delicate and energetic appearance.
"Xiao Qin, I'm so nervous. All the uncles and aunts will come back tomorrow. There are so many people. What if I accidentally get into trouble?"
The woman looked at her with a somewhat sad face, her tone full of anxiety.
Xiaoqin comforted her helplessly: "Miss, you have practiced so many times, don't worry."
The woman called Miss pouted and put her hand on Xiaoqin's shoulder-thumping hand, "Fortunately, I have you by my side. Don't go to the front yard tomorrow and stay in the backyard. I'm scared."
"Okay, okay, I will listen to the lady's arrangements."
Yun Yanchu looked at the exchange between the master and the servant, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
The scene in front of her eyes turned, and red candles were lit to decorate the festive house. Xiaoqin kept making sure that nothing needed in the house was missing.
After checking back and forth many times, seeing that the auspicious time had passed, but he still hadn't seen his lady coming, even Xiaoqin couldn't help but feel worried.
After thinking about it in the house, Xiaoqin decided to go to the front yard to have a look.
Unexpectedly, just as he reached the intersection into the front yard, the sound of swords breaking flesh rang out in his ears, and then blood spattered at the intersection.
There was a muffled sound of falling to the ground, and Xiaoqin suddenly panicked. She listened to the chaotic footsteps outside, gradually getting away, and then walked out of the intersection.
When I walked out, the scene in front of me was shocking.
The road leading to the front yard was littered with corpses, bleeding all over the ground, and even a few remains with their heads chopped off.
The smell of blood assaulted her nostrils, so strong that Xiaoqin couldn't help but retching.
Xiaoqin suppressed her stomach churning, picked up a bloody sword from the pile of corpses with trembling hands, and walked towards the front yard.
At this moment, a man wearing a guard uniform staggered toward her and shouted heart-breakingly: "Run! Run! Lin Zheng leads people to massacre Yueyuan City!!"
As soon as the words fell, the man fell to the ground, twitched twice and died.
Xiaoqin's face was pale and her legs were weak, but the fear of death in her heart drove her to escape without looking back.
She was confused and struggled to escape towards the backyard. She didn't know how long she ran, and the scene in front of her kept changing.
Xiaoqin escapes from the house, but there are murderous outsiders everywhere outside.
She hid in the cellar of an inn where everyone was killed, and stayed there in fear for many days.
She didn't walk out until she couldn't hear any more movement outside.
There were bloodstains everywhere in the city. Countless corpses fell on the once bustling streets. Bloodstains were everywhere as far as the eye could see. The smell of rotting corpses filled the nostrils.
It seemed that there had been a heavy rain in Yueyuan City, which washed away all the blood on the ground.
Walking numbly on the road, Xiaoqin walked towards the city lord's mansion step by step.
Half of the door to the city lord's palace had fallen off, and the corpses of the four guards at the door had long since rotted, with mosquitoes surrounding the corpses.
Crossing the gate of the City Lord's Mansion and walking inside, the characters "囍" that can be seen every few steps are particularly dazzling.
The front hall was in a mess, with pieces of broken cups scattered all over the floor.
Many wooden tables and chairs were cut off, and people in festive attire who came to congratulate were lying in a pool of long-dried blood.
The expressions on their faces all spoke of fear, and their eyes were huge and unyielding.
Xiaoqin walked forward slowly, and when her eyes touched the person sitting next to the seat, she paused slightly.
Looking down, he looked at a woman in a wedding dress lying in the man's arms, with a dagger stuck in her heart.
She knew that dagger, it was the birthday gift given to Lin Zheng by the young lady.
Xiaoqin stepped forward step by step, knelt down in front of the two of them, and looked at the woman in front of her, her eyes gradually becoming blurry.
Then the scene changed again, Yueyuan City had recovered from the original appearance of the city being massacred, and the streets were as lively as before.
Xiaoqin leaned quietly at the door of the inn where she had previously hidden. Time moved rapidly, and finally it was frozen under the moonlight. The girl had become an old woman, sitting by the door as before, gradually losing her life.
When he opened his eyes again, he had become an ordinary innkeeper in Yueyuan City, which was full of resentment.
Yun Yanchu saw through Qiniang's memory that people from the outside would enter Yueyuan City every few years, and Yueyuan Ancient City... could only enter but not leave.
The monks who enter Yueyuan Ancient City will gradually lose their consciousness due to being infected by resentment for a long time and turn into a walking corpse.
Seeing this, Yun Yanchu stopped looking and used the sword in his hand to pull out his consciousness.
At the same time, the magic that controlled Qiniang also disappeared.
Qi Niang looked at Yun Yanchu with a horrified look on her face, not knowing what Yun Yanchu had done to her.
Yun Yanchu recovered from his emotions. His dark, jade-like eyes slightly raised, he looked at the portrait in Qi Niang's hand and said, "The person in the painting."
"How did you know?!" Qi Niang exclaimed, then realized that her reaction was too great, and she quickly covered her mouth.
Yun Yanchu smiled calmly, walked to the table and sat down, "You don't need to know this, you just need to tell me how to leave Yueyuan Ancient City?"
"You can't enter or leave Yueyuan Ancient City," Qiniang said, holding the portrait in her hand tightly.
"You lied. You knew how to get out. You wanted to tell me." Yun Yanchu chuckled and looked at Qi Niang who had forcibly calmed down.
If it weren't for reading the soul twice a day, she wouldn't have only read the second half of the memory.
Ordinary people need to rest for more than half a year after reading the soul once, but Yun Yanchu used it twice in just one day.
No wonder Jiang Jun said Yun Yanchu was crazy.
Why isn't she a madman? She, Yun Yanchu, was originally a madman.
Hearing Yun Yanchu calmly express her thoughts, Qiniang's hand holding the portrait tightened, her eyes full of struggle.
And Yun Yanchu also knew that pressing too hard would be counterproductive, so he gave Qiniang time to relax, and also gave himself time to relax.
After a long time, Qi Niang's voice sounded in the house. This chapter has been completed!