011. Paranoia
When the recovered memory stagnated again, Shang Changheng didn't remember many useful things, but the overflowing yin energy gradually dissipated, and Qingling finally felt a hint of warmth that should be in this season.
But he didn't dare to relax, and leaned stiffly against the screen. After Shang Changheng straightened up, he asked cautiously, "What else do you remember?"
Shang Changheng knew what Qing Ling was thinking when he saw his worried look.
It was a rare moment when the evil ghost, who was filled with resentment and unwillingness, suddenly felt like laughing.
The evil spirit curled the corners of his lips and said deliberately: "What did you remember? Hmm... a lot."
Sure enough, Qingling's expression became even more nervous.
He frowned, pursed his lips in fear, and then asked in a low voice: "So... do you remember being with Qing Shi...?"
Chang Heng lowered his head again, leaned on Qing Ling's neck and laughed softly, "Are you so afraid of death?"
Qing Ling subconsciously wanted to reply, "Nonsense, aren't you afraid?", but then he remembered that Shang Changheng was a man who had died once, and then he realized that this evil spirit was deliberately teasing him. He was angry and annoyed for a moment, and his fair cheeks flushed.
"You!" Qing Ling scolded shyly, "Let me go!"
Shang Changheng did not let him go. Instead, he put his arm around Qingling's thin waist and said frankly, "No, you are mine. Now is the time. You should go with me."
Qingling was frightened by his justifiable paranoia and broke out in a cold sweat. He thought of A Yuan who died in the valley. He was such an honest and decent man when he was alive, but after his death he tricked him into falling to death off the cliff together. Miaoyuan also said that what happened in life has nothing to do with what happens after death. Evil spirits are still evil spirits after all, and they are not of our kind.
“Chang Heng…” Qing Ling’s voice trembled at the end, and he looked extremely pitiful with his face tilted. His lips moved a few times before he whispered, “Please let me go. I can offer you a tablet, burn paper money, and burn incense. Please let me go.”
"It's a memorial tablet." Shang Changheng seemed to be a little interested. He raised his head, pinched Qingling's chin and forced him to look at him, and asked softly: "What does it say on the memorial tablet? The memorial tablet of my late husband Shang Changheng?"
Qing Ling whispered, "Well, as long as you let me go, I will offer incense to you every day."
If what Qing Congnan said was true, he might really be alive today because of Shang Changheng, but Qing Ling naturally couldn't ask him to die willingly. At least he had to stay alive first. As for his physical condition, he could always think of other ways.
Qing Ling had thought about relying on Shang Changheng for protection, but this evil spirit was determined to kill him. What if his memory was completely restored one day and he wanted to kill everyone? How could he survive?
"No." Shang Changheng rejected it clearly.
Qing Ling felt that this was indeed the case and smiled bitterly in his heart.
Shang Changheng hugged Qingling tightly and whispered clearly in his ear: "When everything is over, I will take you away."
Every word was as ambiguous as a love talk, but Qingling felt a chill in his heart. This was clearly his death warrant.
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Before daybreak, Qingling was invited to board the carriage. Qingyuxiu had not yet held a funeral, but without the mistress of the house, the ancestor worship would not have gone unnoticed, and Chen Qiuxin's body should have been discovered.
There were several carts of offerings following behind the carriage. Qingling just took a quick glance and saw that they were wooden boxes one by one, and he had no idea what was inside.
Qing Ling was originally in the same carriage with Qing Wenlin, the second son of the Qing family whose biological mother had died early. However, they did not expect that Qing Wenxu would run up to them just as they were about to set off. This eldest son had a gloomy and aggressive look on his face, staring at Qing Ling with gritted teeth.
"A jinx." Qing Wenxu said coldly.
These words were really meaningless to Qing Ling, but it didn't mean that he had to swallow his anger. The Qing family seemed to be a wealthy merchant family in Lincang, but how big was Lincang? Besides, Shang Changheng, this evil spirit, is the sword hanging over the heads of all the people in the Qing family.
If Shang Changheng remembers everything one day, given the evil ghost's paranoia and viciousness, he will definitely send away all the members of the Qing family. That would be really unfair and no one would be let off.
Therefore, Qing Ling only sneered back and said calmly: "Trouble comes from the mouth. The lesson from the past is still in the house."
Qing Wenxu's face changed slightly, he was shocked and angry, and said fiercely: "It is you who did it! Killing someone means paying with your life. You will have to pay back the debt of my mother and my sister sooner or later!"
"Yes." Qing Ling lowered his eyes, "The murderer has paid with his life."
Maybe his fate was the reason for attracting ghosts, but there was clearly a cause and effect relationship between the murderous female ghost and Shen Qiuxin, which had nothing to do with him.
Qing Wenxu was so angry that his expression was gloomy. Just as he was about to speak, Qing Ling suddenly asked, "What are the sacrifices?"
This sentence made Qing Wenxu pause for a moment. After all, he was the next head of the Qing family and would not be so angry as to lose his mind just because of Qing Ling's words. But when the sacrifice was mentioned, Qing Wenxu's expression changed slightly.
The first person to discover Chen Qiuxin's body was Qing Wenxu, who went to look for her. He was almost frightened to death and hurried to find his father. Unexpectedly, he heard some secrets of the Qing family from his father and understood why those "sacrifices" were prepared.
Qing Wenxu looked at Qing Ling deeply and said, "That's not your business."
"Yes." Qing Wenlin said softly, "The offerings for the ancestral hall were prepared by my father in previous years. Qingling, you just came back, and you don't know many things in the mansion."
Qing Ling is a man of few words, and he is not good at beating around the bush. Although he did not understand Qing Wenlin's implicit compliments, he could hear his sarcasm.
He was too lazy to pay attention to the two brothers of the Qing family. Suddenly, he felt a familiar chill beside him. He turned his eyes slightly and saw the familiar ink-colored clothes. It was Shang Changheng sitting next to him.
The Qing brothers on the opposite side could not see him and their expressions remained the same. Qing Ling did not say anything either. Shang Changheng spoke first, "You Qing family are really interesting. Everyone has a lot of karma. Your stepfather and uncle are wearing protective gear. I guess they are guilty of their crimes. Guess who will die next?"
Qing Ling hesitated for a moment, and glanced vaguely at Qing Wenxu's face.
Shang Changheng laughed out loud.
His little wife was a little different from what he had originally imagined. She was weak and frail, but she was cold-hearted and cruel.
"How about asking your husband for help?" Shang Changheng deliberately leaned close to Qing Ling's ear, "Help you teach him a lesson."
Qingling raised his eyes slightly, his expression calm but with some intention.
For the past eighteen years, the Qing family had almost ignored him. Occasionally, they would send someone to deliver some things, but mostly he relied on Yu Bo to farm and hunt in the mountains, and to exchange some daily necessities with the passing peddlers. One winter was extremely cold, and Qing Ling was sick for half a month. There was a lack of medical care and medicine. If he had not endured it himself, he would have died of illness in the deep mountains.
The Qing family had plans and calculations against him, and Qingling also had resentment towards the Qing family. He did not understand what it meant to repay evil with kindness. He only knew that those who wanted to make his life difficult would never have an easy life.
Qingling's eyes, as clear as black jade, looked at Shang Changheng, and her eyes clearly said "is this true or false?"
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