The mountain wind roared sharply, whistling across the surrounding green bamboos. The green bamboo swayed, and green leaves fell. The fragrance of bamboo that seemed to be there and not existed and scented in the wind whirled in the wind.
The maid who returned and stood in front of Xiao Shizhu, slowly walked to him, and then said softly: "Son of God, please follow me, our queen is waiting for you in the attic.
”.
Xiao Shizhu, who was smiling down, nodded and saw the third floor of the attic, quietly perched on the corners of the eaves and hiding among the decorative stone sculptures. He felt much more at ease, so he calmed down with the maid.
said: "I'm working hard."
But the vigilance in my heart was still there and I did not relax. The murderous intent that could not be sustained in the surrounding bamboo forest still made Xiao Shizhu care very much.
After the maid turned sideways and made a request gesture, Xiao Shizhu took the lead and stepped onto the stone steps, and the other ghosts followed.
The maid led them to the base of the pavilion and stood in the building.
I saw that the first floor of the building was very simple, without the exquisiteness or spectacle outside. A few rosewood pillars with no patterns were embraced, supporting the simple five-fu Ping chess. They were covered with bright bamboo
There is not much decoration or extra decoration on the floor.
Deep in the middle of the building, between the two stairs on the second floor, there is a mat woven with ivory silk. The mat surface is flat and smooth, with fine, uniform texture and soft and comfortable ivory mat.
On the milky white and fine mat, there are thick and clumsy celadon lamps with thick walls, with round lips and beaded patterns around the edges.
On the ivory mat, there was a kind old lady in plain clothes. She was old and old, and she had long lost her former beauty. Her kind face was covered with deep wrinkles. In the sunken eyes, her eyes were filled with eyes.
, silently telling all the vicissitudes that the old man has experienced over the years. Only when his hair is combed very seriously, without a trace of mess, seems a little energetic. It is just that there is no white hair like silver threads, there is no longer anything
A trace of black hair. Even though the hairpin hairpin made of gold, silver, jade and jewelry were inserted on his head, his hairpin hairpin was lost in this silver hair.
In the attic, except for Xiao Shizhu and others, there is only this old lady who is still energetic, although she is old and has a weak temperament.
After the maid stood in front of the kind-hearted old man, she knelt in front of the old man, lowered her head and replied softly: "Queen, the little slave was ordered to bring the son of God to come to see him."
The old man's eyes fell on Xiao Shizhu and did not move away. When Xiao Shizhu stepped into this simple and simple attic, she felt a familiar power and aura on Xiao Shizhu.
Now Xiao Shizhu is close to you. The old ghost, who was respected as the queen by the maid, was deeply immersed in his eye sockets, and his lips were opened and closed, and there were tears of excitement and bursting.
Xiao Shizhu was about to salute when he saw this scene. The excitement in the old man's eyes continued to overflow. Although he looked at his eyes, although he was blurred by tears, he still looked like an old friend who had met again after a long time ago.
Excited is filled with mixed emotions.
The building was silent, so quiet that it could clearly hear the old lady's gradually rapid breathing, with excitement trembling.
Xiao Shizhu looked at her with all her eyes, and felt inexplicably surprised. Even if she met her grandson, she had never seen him so excited. After thinking about it carefully, he would have been in the world or in the underworld.
What did she have to do with such a kind-hearted old lady with silver hair? Xiao Shizhu was even more confused.
The old ghost stood up with his trembling hands, holding the ivory mat, and stood up tremblingly.
The mysterious power emitted by Xiao Shizhu opposite her was the power that only ancient gods had.
After coming to the underworld, this familiar force often evokes memories hidden deep in her heart. Sometimes she dreams of those days when she was in the underworld and was with the ancient gods.
The memory of the Queen of the Yellow Springs never dissipated for a long time.
Xiao Shizhu is definitely the son of the god. Queen Huangquan is sure, and her heart is filled with mixed feelings.
The breeze blew in from the open door. The robes on the Queen of the Yellow Springs and the others were swaying with their sleeves. The tears that were rolling in the Queen of the Yellow Springs could no longer help but surged out of her eyes.
Now, Xiao Shizhu not only saw it inexplicably, but also was shocked. He muttered to himself: "Is it because of Huangquan's etiquette, you have to cry first when you meet?"
Thinking of this, Xiao Shizhu suddenly frowned, and his fear appeared between his facial features. He usually had few tears when he encountered any difficult things. Where did he get his eyes now? What should he do if he couldn't cry at all?
"Dare to ask..." Just as Xiao Shizhu was struggling with how to squeeze out a few tears, the Queen of Huangquan, whose lips were trembling, stared at Xiao Shizhu and wanted to speak but stopped. Tears in her eyes kept surging, moistening her
Eye sockets and deep wrinkles on cheeks.
In the end, when Xiao Shizhu was becoming more and more confused, the Queen asked in a trembling voice: "May I ask the name of this son of God, Ling Zun and Ling Ci?"
She had already guessed who it was from the mysterious power of Xiao Shizhu. But she still wanted to listen to Xiao Shizhu's personal words and the ancient god names that made her, the Queen of the Yellow Spring, admire.
"Fuxi, Nuwa." Xiao Shizhu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, raised his head and slowly raised his chin, and returned proudly.
"It turns out that it is the child of Nuwa. The old slave kowtowed to the son of God." Queen Huangquan suddenly knelt in front of Xiao Shizhu and kowtowed.
The Queen of Huangquan had just finished speaking, and Xiao Shizhu had not yet enjoyed the pride and superiority that came too quickly, and the pleasure of fighting for his father, so he raised his head a little higher, and saw a few chess pieces on his head.
, it had quietly opened. After the chess that was lifted, there was a silver light flashing in the dark. Before he could take a closer look at the sharp sound of the broken mouth, it rang above their heads.
A sharp arrow from the string was rushing straight to the Queen of the Yellow Springs, who was still crawling on the ground, and shot away like a sudden rain in the wind.
At the same time, the maid who had been kneeling behind the Queen of Huangquan exclaimed loudly: "Come quickly, the Son of God has assassinated the Queen!"...
Outside the island in the Holy Land Lake, in a roadside thatched cottage not far from the exit of the valley, Ke Yun, who was covered in stench pits, was struggling constantly.
When she was free, she thought about her dozens of ways to die; she died of death in battle, old age, sickness and anger, but she was not like today when she was pushed into a cesspool and then forced to choke her to death in the feces.
This kind of death in the water is very delicious.
Ke Yun, who had struggled for a long time, was rapidly disappearing in her body. The two ghosts around the pit were pressing harder and more vigorous. He must make Ke Yun and the others feel more fun.
Even murder is no longer so serious, but it looks like a prank.
Perhaps the two male ghosts thought Ke Yun was dead. But Ke Yun didn't dare to scream for some reason, as if she was afraid that she would accidentally flow back into the mouth of the feces.
While looking at Ke Yun's struggling movement with a playful look in their eyes, their hands were no longer as hard as they were at the beginning. Always when Ke Yun was just struggling to float up a little, they worked together to turn Ke Yun to those dirty things.
Press down some of the things.
Fortunately, Ke Yun was born in the army and had experienced many battles in the past. Although her life was hanging on the line at this time, her hands were tightly grasping the edge of the pit. Even if the two male ghosts stepped on their fingers with their feet, they would never be able to.
Let go. Otherwise, the murder would have ended long ago.
These two ghosts were having fun, and their smiles were getting stronger, and Ke Yun was getting less and less able to struggle. Seeing that Ke Yun was about to die in this foul-smelling pit, the two male ghosts were two
The back of my neck suddenly became cold, and the dung puff in my hand suddenly stopped.
The coldness of the neck straddles the back of the neck, the two male ghosts are so familiar with it. It is the sharp blade, which is the chill that is thin and long. Then a few more chills poked on their backs.
A vital point. In an instant, cold sweat broke out in the palms of the two male ghosts. When they widened their eyes, their five fingers loosened, and the dung puff in their hands suddenly fell to the ground.
"Grandma, even we commander, you dare to move!" A angrily reprimanded came from behind the two trembling male ghosts: "Life impatiently!"
It was the anger of Ke Yun's personal soldiers; they were waiting quietly outside the toilet, but when they saw Ke Yun not coming out for a long time, they felt a little strange, so they turned over and came to check it out.
Unexpectedly, I saw two male ghosts appearing in the women's toilet that I shouldn't have gone to. They were using feces to try to push Ke Yun into the feces and choke to death in the toilet.
Immediately afterwards, they felt the chill on their necks and suddenly left their necks. But they all knew that the chill would come again in that second, and they were about to break their heads.
The two male ghosts admitted that they fell, closed their eyes and waited for death.
At this moment, Ke Yun, who had been pulled up by other ghost soldiers, shouted: "They are important witnesses and cannot be killed!" and immediately stopped the ghost soldiers who wanted to behead the two male ghosts.
"What witness?" Ke Yun's ghost soldiers were stunned and asked suspiciously, looking at Ke Yun's body full of filth.
"Murder the Queen." Ke Yun stood up, looked down at the shit and urine covered with her body. She retching and almost vomited.
She immediately flushed out, hurriedly picked up the water scoop from the water tank outside the toilet, constantly pumping water from the water tank, and desperately rinsing the filth on her body.
The ghost soldiers in the toilet had already tied the two dumb male ghosts tightly with hemp ropes and rushed them out of the toilet.
Ke Yun outside rinsed her whole body with water several times. She was wet, but the stench was slightly less, but she still had a stinking smell.
Her ghost soldiers did not dislike him, and walked over and stood beside her. They just frowned slightly, and asked, "Commander, what did you say just now that the murder of the queen is what the two of them want to do.
?”.
As he said that, he looked at the two male ghosts who were tied up. It seemed that he could not see that the two male ghosts were afraid and still trembling. He had any methods to assassinate the Queen of the Yellow Springs.
"They are just accomplices." Ke Yun scooped up another scoop of water, dripped it from her hands, put the scoop of water in her hand, and glared at the two male ghosts: "The real murderer is Lin Wan beside the queen.
.”.
"What?" Ke Yun's ghost soldiers were shocked, and the two male ghosts also lowered their heads and stared at their toes, not daring to say more.
"You are optimistic about them, and the others follow me and come to the palace to meet the queen." Ke Yun took the copper fork handed over by his subordinates and said firmly: "Even if you are rude, you must inform the queen of this matter!"
[Pingqi - Pingqi means indoor ceiling, also called "Chuncheng" in ancient times. It is to place larger wooden boards between wooden frames, painted or pasted with colorful patterns under the boards. This form became Ping in the Song Dynasty.
Chess, descendants have used more. Most residents use light materials such as bamboo and sorghum stalks as frames, and then paste them with paper.]