"The noise we just made was too big, we have to leave here quickly." Meng Qingyan, who was always paying attention to the situation outside, suddenly said.
Her mouth might have been the mouth of a crow. As soon as she finished speaking, a soldier's tentative call came from outside: "Village chief?"
Obviously, the movement in the mansion had attracted their attention.
We can't blame them for being so slow. After all, the village chief has been sucking ghosts for three days and making a lot of noise every time. They have long been used to it. However, this time the noise was particularly loud, and even the house was about to collapse.
Seeing that some soldiers were about to enter the yard.
Meng Qingyan suddenly screamed loudly and miserably like a demon possessed by a dramatist: "Village Chief, I was wrong. I will never dare to run away again~~Ah~Village Chief, please spare me~"
Listening to the screams in her ears, Xue Hongling touched her nose with the tips of her ears turned red, and couldn't help but whisper: "I don't know if it's my imagination, I feel like I'm listening to a colored radio drama."
Meng Qingyan's divine operation made the ghost soldiers outside the yard stop exploring. The village chief hated to be disturbed when he was doing business. If they broke in rashly, they would be sucked to death.
Meng Qingyan screamed and motioned with her eyes for Wen Chuyan to follow her.
Soon, Meng Qingyan found the village chief's bedroom.
She floated straight to the locker, held an exquisite lamp with her transparent fingers, and twisted it hard, with a muffled "click" sound, and the bed was moved to the other side.
A brightly lit secret passage was exposed.
Meng Qingyan floated in first, and she waved for Wen Chuyan and Xue Hongling to follow.
As soon as he stepped inside, an intoxicating aroma hit him, and Jiang Xingmian turned his head to look around.
I saw that the secret passage was about two meters wide, and every one meter against the wall stood a woman dressed in ancient costumes. Their skin was like jade, and their whole bodies exuded a radiant light. They were either laughing or angry, playing the piano or playing the piano.
The flutes... are in various shapes and forms, and without exception they are all the most beautiful in the world.
Xue Hongling clicked her tongue and said, "This village chief is so addicted that he even has to make a lantern look like a woman."
She touched Lantern's face with her hands in a very mean-spirited manner, and then made a high-level comment: "The skin is smooth, delicate, and elastic, and it's quite lifelike."
Jiang Xingmian sniffed it and then added: "And it smells very good."
Seeing their fearless looks, Meng Qingyan lowered her eyes and said expressionlessly: "These lanterns are all made of real human skin..."
"What?" Xue Hongling's hand froze, and Jiang Xingmian looked at her blankly. Human skin lantern? Is that what she thought?
Meng Qingyan looked at the lifelike woman in front of her, as if she were looking at herself in the past. She explained softly: "These lanterns are very cruel to make. The women need to be forced to eat special spices every day while they are alive."
"Wait until their bodies are contaminated with fragrance from the inside out, and then pour the ointment into their bodies."
"Do you know what the ointment juice is?"
Jiang Xingmian shook his head honestly, but Xue Hongling showed an expression as if she had eaten something. It was obvious that she was very knowledgeable about strange and weird things.
Meng Qingyan sighed: "The ointment juice is a medicinal liquid specially used to destroy corpses and eliminate traces. It can turn the bones and flesh in the human body into liquid, leaving only the outer skin."
"The corpse liquid was taken out by the village chief and made into candles. When lit, there will be a faint and delicate fragrance, which is the fragrance you are smelling now."
Jiang Xingmian: "..."
"Disgusting! Abnormal!" Xue Hongling frantically rubbed her fingers: "It's a thing that should be shot on the wall, and turning it into fleshy foam is an advantage for him!"
Jiang Xingmian nodded heavily in agreement: "Sister Xue is right, you should shoot at the wall!" Then she took a bow and arrow and shot him a thousand times every day to relieve the hatred in her heart.
Listening to the little cub speaking vulgar words in a clear childish voice, Wen Chuyan's face suddenly darkened. He glanced at Xue Hongling coldly and educated Jiang Xingmian: "Ali, don't learn what you shouldn't learn.
"
Jiang Xingmian was confused: "Huh?" What did she learn?
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After walking down the long passage to the deepest point, Meng Qingyan stopped in front of a heavy stone door.
She tapped the stone door regularly with her palms, and with a muffled sound, the stone door moved to both sides, and a gloomy room appeared in front of everyone.
Meng Qingyan's snow-white dress danced without the wind.
She turned back to Wen Chuyan and said: "The ashes of all the victimized women are stored here, and they are also the village chief's most proud collection." After saying that, she floated straight into the room.
Jiang Xingmian stuck his head out from Wen Chuyan's feet and looked at the room curiously.
There were no lights inside and it was very dark, but for her who could see at night, it obviously didn't matter. She saw many urns on the stone shelf, but unfortunately she didn't recognize the words on them, but she thought they should be the names of the deceased souls.
In the darkness, she found Meng Qingyan in a very strange state.
I saw her trembling her lips as she walked around the stone shelf, her fingers tightly twisting her sleeves, looking extremely nervous and excited.
Just when Jiang Xingmian was confused, she suddenly picked up an urn from the shelf and made a sound similar to a whimper: "Three hundred years... Three hundred years... I finally..."
Xue Hongling obviously noticed something was wrong. She used her flashlight to shine on the dog-like handwriting on the urn and muttered: "Lin... Yu... Qi?" She turned to look at Wen Chuyan: "This is not your mission.
Target?"
Wen Chuyan was watching Meng Qingyan quietly, without much surprise in his eyes.
Obviously, he had known Meng Qingyan's true identity for a long time.
Xue Hongling felt very bored and glared at Wen Chuyan. This person was always like this, he didn't like to communicate with others, as if his teammates were all trash and couldn't be trusted.
At this moment, Meng Qingyan suddenly burst into suppressed laughter. The laughter echoed heavily in the closed room and seemed particularly abrupt.
"Sister Meng?" Jiang Xingmian felt something was wrong with her and tried to shout.
Meng Qingyan was awakened and raised her head suddenly. Only then did Jiang Xingmian notice that, unknowingly, tears were streaming down her face.
"Actually, you are Lin Yuqi, right?" Xue Hongling asked with a serious face.
As soon as the name "Lin Yuqi" came out, Meng Qingyan seemed to have been cast a restraining spell, and she remained frozen for a long time. Under Xue Hongling's increasingly cold expression, she laughed again.
It was the first time Jiang Xingmian heard such sad laughter, which was more uncomfortable than crying.
She is a person with strong empathy, so she immediately comforted her: "Sister Meng, don't cry, let's discuss it carefully." She looked up at Xue Hongling, her furry face was very serious: "Xue
Sister, don’t be mean to Sister Meng, she must have her own reasons."
Xue Hongling snorted and stopped attacking Meng Qingyan.
Meng Qingyan smiled, then suddenly covered her face and started sobbing: "Yes... I am Lin Yuqi. I'm sorry, I lied to you."