003. Encounter on the Road
Qingling met the Qing family in the mountains.
The rain stopped suddenly and suddenly. Qingling guessed that the evil creature's departure was related to the sudden rain. He was really worried for a long time when the rain stopped, fearing that the thing would chase him again. However, the fog did not cover the mountain, so he ran out of the mountain with all his strength. He could not tell how many hours he had been running. He only knew that it was already dawn when he happened to meet a group of people who came into the mountain to look for him.
The leader was an old butler with gray hair. Unlike Yu Bo and A Yuan who were skinny, this butler was quite old but very wealthy. Qing Ling had rarely seen outsiders, but he could tell that this butler, who claimed to be surnamed Liu, lived a comfortable life. Even the five servants who accompanied him were tall and strong.
"Young Master." Butler Liu also looked rather embarrassed, but he smiled. "The time is right. The master has ordered us to welcome you back to the mansion. The carriage is parked at the foot of the mountain. Let's go."
Qingling said nothing, just nodded.
He just felt that the housekeeper was like the shabby Buddha statue in the dilapidated temple in the mountains, with a kind smile but making people feel unapproachable.
Zhanlong Mountain is remote, and Qingling lives among the mountains. It was already late at night when Qingling walked out of the mountain gate. He was still in a mess, and his feet were rubbed and painful with every step he took, but he didn't make a sound and walked through the whole day's mountain road.
Everything outside the mountain was unfamiliar. Qingling had only been out of the courtyard a few times in his 18 years of life. It was also the first time he saw a horse-drawn carriage. The animal skin cushions on the carriage were much softer than what he usually used. Qingling was calm and didn't talk much, but he was not a fool.
He had been abandoned in the mountains for so many years and no one cared about him, but at this moment, people from the Qing family came to pick him up. Even though he didn't know what was going on, Qing Ling knew that it was definitely not simple.
And the housekeeper Liu kept talking about how the master and the eldest young master had been worried about Qingling all these years, but due to some things, they couldn't come into the mountains to visit him, and now they are finally looking forward to the young master returning home to share family time, until Qingling asked calmly in the carriage: "What about my mother?"
Butler Liu outside the carriage was silent for a few breaths as if his throat was strangled.
"This... Young Master, your biological mother was not the master's legal wife, but the master loved her very much. When the young master was born, she died of dystocia, and the master was very sad for a long time." Butler Liu said seriously, "Don't mention it when you get to the mansion, so as not to make the master sad."
After a moment, Qing Ling's voice came from the carriage, "Oh."
Even after leaving the mountain, the way back to the city was not easy to walk on. Qingling even heard several servants outside the carriage complaining and whispering to each other, and were scolded harshly by Butler Liu.
Qingling sneered in his heart, it seemed that even the servants looked down on him, a young master who was thrown into the deep mountains and forests.
After walking on the mountain road for nearly a day and a night, Qingling was already exhausted from being drenched in the rain and frightened by ghosts. Soon he fell drowsy in the shaking carriage.
Qing Ling was in a daze for an unknown period of time. Half asleep and half awake, he could vaguely hear a strange sound, which was unclear and he didn't know when the carriage stopped shaking.
“Ho…ho…ho…”
What sound?
Qingling had already sensed something was wrong in his confused consciousness.
But perhaps because he was too tired, he couldn't open his eyes or even move his fingers. He felt uneasy in his daze and even had the illusion that something was tightening around his neck.
So sad…
The thing tied around his neck was getting tighter and tighter. Qingling was still in a daze and didn't even know what was happening. He just instinctively wanted to break free.
Suddenly!
The bone-chilling cold air invaded the carriage. There was also a familiar feeling in the bone-chilling coldness. Qingling was suddenly awakened by the coldness and took a few deep breaths. There was still panic in his eyes after surviving a calamity. He woke up completely and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly froze again.
Qingling dared not move.
Because he could clearly feel that he was being held in the arms of a cold body, with his cheek even pressed against the chest that did not move at all. Every breath he took was filled with a cool air, and also carried a certain indescribable and subtle smell that seemed to have lingered for years.
It's him.
He caught up with me.
After struggling for a few days, Qingling became very familiar with the smell on him, and at the same time he also realized his current situation.
Qing Ling felt a pain in his neck, and realized belatedly that he seemed to have almost... died. When he lowered his head again, he saw a piece of ink-colored clothing embroidered with auspicious clouds and golden patterns, and a pale hand with distinct joints. The hand looked no different from that of a living person, and there was even a layer of calluses at the base of the palm. However, there was a faint black aura around the palm, and a snow-white silk was clenched in the palm.
The carriage was extremely quiet for a moment, with only the sound of Qingling's rapid breathing due to fear.
Half a day passed.
Qing Ling lowered his head, still a little frightened, and dared not move rashly.
But nothing happened.
Qing Ling was suspicious for a moment. Every time this beast appeared before, it would pull him to the couch, but today it was behaving itself and not making any moves.
When something is abnormal, there must be something wrong.
It was not until Qingling caught a glimpse of the white silk in the pale palm becoming fading away that he realized that the extremely cold black air was actually the white silk. And then the black air seemed to be... swallowed up by the evil spirit that was holding the white silk.
Qingling's breathing, which had just calmed down, became disordered again.
Although he didn't know what was going on, it was obvious that the evil spirit didn't touch him because he was busy.
The white silk began to twist as if it were alive, trying to escape. Qing Ling heard a numb but strangely fearful female voice again: "Mercy...Mercy..."
Qingling opened his eyes slightly, somewhat incredulous.
Is this thing begging for mercy?
The woman just kept begging for mercy, her voice getting smaller and smaller, and the white silk became more and more illusory.
Qing Ling touched his neck, it felt a little painful as if the skin was broken by the strangulation. It must be this Bai Ling that almost took his life just now. He did not expect that it was this evil spirit that did so many bad things that saved his life. But when he glanced at the Bai Ling that was almost disappearing, Qing Ling's heart was still hanging.
This evil spirit is not a good thing. After dealing with Bai Ling, it will probably be his turn next.
At this moment, Qingling actually hoped that Bai Ling could last a little longer.
But the white silk was completely dispersed under Qingling's secret hope, and the narrow carriage suddenly became more dangerous. Qingling did not call for help, because he knew it was useless. The pale hand that had just been holding the white silk was raised up at this time.
Qing Ling subconsciously wanted to struggle, but the arm restrained at his waist suddenly tightened, and another cold hand pinched his jaw. So he was forced to raise his head and saw the evil face again.
——What a handsome face indeed.
But his eyes were still filled with ferocity and sinisterness, mixed with resentment, creating a terrifying coldness, and his playful malice was not concealed at all.
Qing Ling began to tremble unconsciously. No matter how good-looking this thing was, it was not a human being. Moreover, he did not come with good intentions. He was like an extremely beautiful butcher knife that only made people feel scared.
"Want to run?"
The thing spoke.
It was still a low and slow tone, but Qingling didn't know if it was an illusion, he felt that this thing seemed to have changed compared to the previous few days... There seemed to be more playfulness in the tone, rather than pure evil thoughts.
Knowing that he couldn't defeat this thing, Qing Ling closed his eyes like a broken jar, and a smile appeared on his cracked lips, and he retorted: "Or else?"
His voice became very hoarse, his head was swollen and painful, and his rubbed feet were very painful, and his heart was filled with resentment and anger.
Why should he go through this?
He was imprisoned in a small courtyard for eighteen years, inexplicably entangled and humiliated by this evil spirit, and his relatives were planning to take him back at this critical juncture. He knew nothing, but it seemed as if from the moment he was born, he was bound by invisible spider silk in circles, and then tightened until he was strangled to death.
No.
Unreconciled.
Qing Ling didn't care about the evil spirit's ridiculous strength. He suddenly opened his eyes and began to struggle like crazy. He had never been so docile as to allow himself to be bullied in front of this evil spirit.
But it still didn't shake the evil spirit at all.
"Where do you want to go?" the evil spirit asked.
This thing talks a lot today.
Qing Ling placed his hands on the cold, heartless chest and said hoarsely, "Go home."
The evil creature smiled, and a smile full of malice and coldness appeared on his handsome and pale face.
Qing Ling's vision suddenly became blurry, and even his mind began to become unclear. No matter how he resisted the sudden trance, he gradually lost consciousness.
Finally, only a very light laugh was heard from that evil spirit.
He said, "Okay."
Every word he spoke sounded like some kind of vicious curse.
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