007. Disaster
The Qing residence is very large, with three courtyards and many small courtyards built inside.
Qingling lived in the back west courtyard. To the north was the back room, to the east were the servants' wing rooms, and in the front were the residences of the other masters of the Qing house.
After figuring out some of the arrangements today, Qing Ling discovered that Qing Congnan really didn't care much about his son. From this, he could infer that there must be some profit in taking him out of Zhanlong Mountain. In short, it was out of ill intention.
The problem arises again.
What's the point?
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Qing Ling, who was lost in thought, raised his eyes and met a pair of eyes as dark as ink.
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"You!" Qing Ling's face turned pale as he took a breath, unable to bear it any longer, "Can you make some noise next time you show up?"
Chang Heng, dressed in a dark burial suit, stood opposite him, his hands on the table, looking at him quietly. After hearing what he said, he tilted his head slightly, revealing an inexplicable smile, and rubbed his fingers together.
Then the tables, chairs, window frames and bronze mirrors in the room began to tremble, making tinkling sounds as they bumped against each other.
Qingling: "..."
Qing Ling had no expression on his face. "Forget it, that's not necessary."
The room suddenly became quiet.
Chang Heng's movements were much more human-like this time. He seemed to be rapidly changing back to his human self. The violence and resentment that had once surged in his eyes had been restrained a lot. It was not the first time Qing Ling had seen this face, but every time he felt that this evil ghost was indeed born with very good looks.
He has broad shoulders and long legs, sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and a clear and handsome bone structure.
He was still very young when he died. Judging from the burial clothes he wore, he didn't look like an ordinary wealthy family, but more like a king. But who would be buried under the sunless Zhanlong Mountain?
Chang Heng, Chang Heng, this is his name.
"Will anyone else die today?" Qing Ling asked.
Chang Heng sat aside as if he were a living person. He must have been a very well-educated and well-behaved person when he was alive. When he sat, his back was as straight as a pine tree. After hearing Qing Ling's question, a strange smile emerged in his expression, and his originally handsome face suddenly became mixed with evil intent.
"Who do you think will die?" Chang Heng asked back.
So someone else will die tonight.
Qing Ling did not answer, and asked again, "Did you kill the person?"
After all, Chang Heng had always had an inexplicable hostility towards the Qing family, especially when he was as ferocious as a mountain beast a few days ago. Qing Ling had felt several times that he was going to be killed on the couch in an extremely terrible way.
With such a huge grudge, and Qing knew about the ancient tombs in Zhanlong Mountain, could it be that they dug up someone else's grave? Or did you take something you shouldn't have taken from it?
"No." Chang Heng smiled again, full of malice, "Do you want to know how she died?"
Qingling's heart moved.
The secrets of the Qing family could not be revealed by asking, and Chang Heng had no intention of telling him. If he started the investigation from Qing Yuxiu's death, that might be a way. Moreover, Qing Ling vaguely felt that although he was not very close to the Qing family, in Chang Heng's eyes, he was still surnamed Qing, so he was also on Chang Heng's hate list.
This concerns your own life, so you cannot be careless at all.
"I do." Qingling was very frank.
"Wait." Chang Heng tilted his head and looked outside through the open window, as if waiting for a good show to begin. "Wait until tonight."
Qingling said nothing.
At a certain moment, he saw something other than hostility in the eyes of this evil spirit, like the outline of the mountains half-obscured by clouds and mist on a spring morning in Zhanlong Mountain, standing in the years, desolate and ancient. Those were things that Qingling had never seen and could not understand.
After all, he has been living in his own little world for the past eighteen years.
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Since returning to the courtyard, Shen Qiuxin always felt that someone was staring at her.
She didn't know if she was thinking too much, but she could just feel that someone was watching her, all the time. The eyes were cold and vicious, as if carrying a tremendous resentment, which was chilling.
The scariest thing was that she couldn't find where that look came from.
The body of the daughter who died tragically last night was placed in her own boudoir and temporarily used as a mourning hall. The mourning hall of Miss Qing, who had been spoiled since childhood, was not decorated much and was extremely simple.
After being brought back from Qingling, the illegitimate child didn't make any movement, but his own two children were extremely dissatisfied. Yesterday, Chen Qiuxin was still discussing with his daughter how to drive out that evil evildoer, but who would have thought that his daughter would have become a cold corpse today, and... died in such a way.
She didn't even have the courage to go see her daughter, and could only shrink in her room. It was clearly a bright day, but Shen Qiuxin still felt very cold, as if she was surrounded by an all-pervasive cold breath, and everything in the room became weird and unreal in her eyes.
It's a very strange feeling.
People always have associations. When looking at a mirror or a teacup, will the reflection be their own face? Or what is in the box now? If you open the cabinet, will you see bloody organs and flesh?
Whatever Chen Qiuxin looked at now, it seemed as if something terrifying would jump out of it, perhaps a mutilated limb, or a hideous ghost face.
"lady."
There was a call from outside the door.
To Shen Qiuxin's ears, it sounded like a resentful and low voice, which frightened her so much that she screamed, "Ah!!"
Shen Qiuxin stood up hastily and broke a set of teacups. Even the stool under him was knocked over. He stepped back several steps in panic, his face pale and covered in cold sweat.
"You...you..." Chen Qiuxin trembled for several sentences before asking, "Who are you?"
The maid outside was also startled and pushed the door open. It was the dowry that followed Shen Qiuxin.
"Madam, what's wrong with you? I am Cui Jin." Cui Jin walked forward with a worried look on her face.
Chen Qiuxin finally saw who the person was, and breathed a sigh of relief. He wiped the cold sweat off his face with a handkerchief and said weakly, "Cui Jin... I feel like someone is watching me. Do you feel it? There seems to be an invisible person in our yard."
"Madam, please don't think too much." Cui Jin comforted her, "I just came to tell you that there is someone in the front yard who claims to be able to exorcise ghosts and evil spirits. Why don't you go over and take a look? She came to the door on her own, and the master has already welcomed her into the front hall."
Chen Qiuxin's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes, if we can't deal with that evildoer, we'll find a master. It must be that evildoer who brought back something unclean. Let's go and take a look!"
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After entering the gate and passing the front yard, you will see the main hall for receiving guests. The master who was welcomed in by Qing Congnan was sitting in a chair and drinking tea leisurely.
She was a girl dressed like a woman of the underworld, in a purple dress, with her hair simply tied up with a hairpin and a long curled whip tucked around her waist. She was fair and pretty.
"Miss Zhu, you have had your tea, please come in." Qing Congnan was polite but not warm, and even ordered her to leave.
Offering someone a cup of tea is not to offend, and asking someone to leave is a warning not to meddle in other people's business.
But as soon as he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Chen Qiuxin who came hurriedly: "Wait! Wait!"
The girl and Shen Qiuxin looked at each other, and the latter obviously realized that this was the master who was invited in. Just as he was about to step forward, the girl had already put down her teacup and stood up.
"I just came in to take a look." The girl smiled, "Your house is filled with resentment, and this lady has dark blue forehead and slanted lines on her nose. The lines are fine and sharp and look like blood. There will be a disaster before today. The cause and effect are pulling us together. The victim has come to collect the debt. I think your family is doomed to fail this time. I won't waste my time. Bye."
“You…” Chen Qiuxin’s face turned even paler, and just when he wanted to keep her, the girl had already walked away briskly.
"Master." Chen Qiuxin turned to look at Qing Congnan, "Master, that bastard just came back and she came out. Let's send him away, or just cut the grass and root it out... Didn't you say that she was not worth anything back then?!"
Qing Congnan didn't say anything, his face gradually darkened, but he shook his head.
"Even if she comes back, Qingling cannot be touched." Qing Congnan looked deeply at Chen Qiuxin, "We have been planning for so many years. That person accepted Qingling's gift, and Qingling is still alive. Only then can the Qing family survive. If we can get the person who followed Qingling to take action, this matter may not be unsolvable. At worst, there is... the ancestor worship tomorrow, let Wen Ze prepare well."
Chen Qiuxin said hurriedly: "But Master, Xiu'er has already had an accident. That girl just said that I will definitely have a disaster today, what should I do?"
Qing Congnan comforted her, "She is just a little girl. She heard some gossip from somewhere and wanted to make a fortune. People have Yang fire, so ghosts and evil spirits are not vulnerable. Xiu'er has been weak since she was a child, so she was taken advantage of. Otherwise, why are all the other people in the house fine? If the evil creature really had that ability, our whole family would have been killed last night!"
Chen Qiu thought about it and it made sense, and he was really calmed down, but the vague feeling of being stared at did not disappear.
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