005. Chang Heng
"You..." Qing Ling finally spoke to break the silence, but he was usually taciturn and his tone was flat, "Do you have a name?"
The evil spirit was silent for a while, and when he spoke again, he was somewhat hesitant.
"Chang...Chang Heng."
Qingling couldn't see it. The evil spirit that appeared behind him was still dressed in black, exuding a wild aura, but his eyes were fixed on the vague distance, and he frowned as if he was recalling something, and seemed annoyed because he couldn't remember it.
"Which word is it?" Qing Ling asked.
The evil spirit also answered: "Yes... the wind blows thousands of miles, and it is worn as a jade pendant."
He spoke each word slowly, but at least his pronunciation was no longer as difficult and hoarse as that of an animal.
Qingling had seen his face. This evil spirit had the appearance of a handsome young man. Now that his voice had recovered, it did not seem inconsistent with that face. Since he was a ghost from under an ancient tomb, he must have looked like this when he died.
He died young.
Qingling moved slightly. He was born well-behaved and handsome, and he looked even more docile when he lowered his brows.
"Speak nicely." He spoke coldly, "Let me go first."
The evil spirit named Chang Heng laughed, still in a mocking tone, "Why? You are my legally married wife."
Those four words, spoken with a deliberately strong tone, sounded full of sarcasm. Qingling immediately heard reluctance and some deep emotion in them, which was the resentment and hatred that had accumulated over the years.
Qing Ling thought of the times he had been bullied and humiliated, and sneered in anger.
He suffered such a great loss, and this sneaky guy is still not happy?
You are so unhappy with this marriage, yet you still pester him to do that?
Without waiting for Qing Ling to speak, the evil spirit seemed to know what he was thinking and immediately mocked, "If it weren't for me, would you be alive today?"
Qingling paused.
He didn't have any great ambitions in his life, otherwise he wouldn't be content to live so comfortably in a small courtyard in the mountains. But even ants try to survive, so who doesn't want to live a good life? Speaking of obsession, Qing Ling wanted to live a peaceful life before, but now he wants to find out what the Qing family is planning by using him, and then live a good life.
After just a few moments of hesitation, Qingling was carried back into the house by the cold evil spirit. He glanced at the bronze mirror in the outer room with lingering fear, fearing that some scarlet writing would appear on it again. But nothing happened this time, and until the bed curtain fell, Changheng did not create any more horrible scenes.
Qingling was still reluctant and shrank into the corner as soon as he was put on the couch. His resistance had always been useless, but this time Changheng sat beside the couch and did not use force directly.
"Did you do what happened to A Yuan?" Qing Ling asked in a low voice.
Because of his involvement, A Yuan had to live with him in the mountains, but he died under a cliff on the mountain road. Qingling has always been concerned about this matter.
Chang Heng said frankly, "It's not me."
Qing Ling pursed his lips. His life was in the hands of this evil ghost, so he thought there was no need for the other party to fool him.
Chang Heng suddenly stretched out his hand, and Qing Ling trembled with fear.
Then the pale, temperatureless fingertips fell on Qingling's forehead. Changheng seemed to have seen something, and his cold eyes became fierce again. In an instant, he turned back into the evil ghost full of resentment and unwillingness.
Qing Ling's heart skipped a beat, and he asked in a dry voice, "Can I..."
"No." He was interrupted by Chang Heng's cold voice before he could finish his words.
The hand on his forehead also clasped his fragile throat, the threat obvious.
Chang Heng added: "You have no choice."
He really is becoming more and more like a...human.
Qingling always felt that besides the sinister hatred in Changheng's eyes, there was also an indescribable confusion, but this handsome face seemed like it could turn into a skeleton, or a green-faced, fang-toothed ghost, or a rotten and festering face at any time.
He couldn't help but be afraid.
"What is your relationship with the Qing family?" Qing Ling asked in a low voice, "Why me?"
Chang Heng did not answer, but just held Qingling's thin neck and pulled him into his arms. When his plain outer clothes were thrown on the bed, he whispered in Qingling's ear.
"Someone is going to die tonight."
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Chang Heng was very restrained this time, but the weak Qing Ling still slept until noon.
As a result, as soon as he woke up, he heard a commotion in the yard. Fu'er ran in in a panic, not even bothering to greet him, and said anxiously: "Young Master, it's the Madam who is making a fuss outside. We don't have a servant in the yard, and I'm afraid we can't stop her. But the noise is quite loud, I think the master will be here soon."
Qing Ling was still a little confused, "Wha...what?"
Fu Er slapped his forehead and didn't care about anything else at this moment. He said quickly: "It's the young lady, the young lady...is dead!"
The one who died was Qing Yuxiu, the eldest daughter of the Qing family's main wife, but Fu'er couldn't explain the whole story. Qingling suddenly thought of the prophecy that the evil spirit made last night, which sounded like a curse - someone will die tonight!
Could it be that Chang Heng killed that person?
But even so, this account cannot be blamed on him, Qingling frowned.
Bang--
The door was kicked open suddenly, and several burly servants rushed in first, followed by a woman with a bun on her head. It was Qing Congnan's wife, Chen Qiuxin.
Chen Qiuxin's eyes were slightly red, and he stared at Qing Ling fiercely, his eyes full of disgust.
"Evil creature." Chen Qiuxin gritted his teeth and said, "Tie this evil creature up and throw him into the mountains. Let him pay for Xiu'er's life!"
Fu'er stood in front with a pale face, and said in a sharp voice: "Stop! Madam, the master--"
Before she could finish her words, the elderly maidservant beside Chen Qiuxin rushed up and slapped her, then turned around and scolded the hesitant servants, "Why don't you do it! And tie up the two little bitches in this yard! Let them recognize who is the master!"
In the chaos of the room, Qing Ling did not have time to investigate why Chen Qiuxin insisted that he pay for Qing Yuxiu's life, but he certainly could not let others slaughter him. He immediately got off the bed and dragged Fu'er behind him, shouting coldly: "Who dares to do it?!"
At the same time, the temperature in the house dropped and became somewhat chilly.
Qing Ling himself was unaware of it, he stared coldly at Shen Qiuxin.
"Whoever dares to touch me will die today."
Qing Ling spoke with great confidence, but the servants actually stopped. He even saw that Chen Qiuxin was also afraid.
It seemed that everyone was frightened by Qingling's ridiculous threat.
Qing Ling remained calm, hating the evil ghost named Chang Heng in his heart. No matter if he had anything to do with Qing Yuxiu's death or not, Chang Heng must know the whole story. It was even said that he was the murderer. Now he started to pretend to be dead... But he was not alive in the first place.
But he really suffered this unexpected disaster for no apparent reason!
The stalemate didn't last too long. Chen Qiu said angrily, "What are you standing there for? Didn't you hear what this evil creature said? He came back yesterday, and how many people have died since then? None of those who went to pick him up came back. Xiu'er died after staying in the house for one night. If you keep him here, all of you will die!"
The last part of the sentence was almost a scream.
The servants looked at each other, but finally rushed forward.
Qing Ling's heart sank, and someone grabbed his arm.
The servant felt that he had grabbed a cold corpse. The bone-chilling cold air flowed through his palms and penetrated into the gaps between his bones. He was so scared that his face turned pale and he let go with a scream. As a result, the others also stood there in a daze.
Qingling pursed his lips thoughtfully and guessed that it must be Changheng's work.
This thing still has some conscience, although not much.
Fear also appeared on Chen Qiuxin's face, but more of it was reluctance and hatred. However, the one who stood out was still trembling with a pale face. For a moment, no one dared to touch the thin boy who was surrounded in the middle.
The scene was somewhat awkward.
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