Chapter 27 Sister-in-law, my brother is not a good person Zhu Huai: You still...
A whole day had passed since Zhu Huai was taken away by Prime Minister Liu, and Zhu Die was escorted back to the Zhu family ancestral hall for disposal.
Liang Ning's fate was different from hers. After finding out that this guy was of no use and was just an evil cultivator who used sorcery to harm people, the Liu family killed him decisively.
When Zhu Die woke up, she felt like she was in a nightmare from which she couldn't wake up. Facing her former tribesmen, she finally revealed uncontrollable fear on her face.
Liu Tianshan said: "This is your family's business, but if there is a next time..."
The man smiled softly: "Then we can only ask the Liu family to help you with the housework."
"Then I won't bother you."
The people from the Zhu family who came to escort Zhu Die froze in their expressions. They felt that the Liu family was simply taking advantage of them and trampling on their dignity.
What a bad parenting! Zhu Die, who caused all these troubles, was dragged back by people from other families in front of everyone. He was so embarrassed that he was almost thrown out of the city.
They couldn't refute it. After all, this was indeed the trouble caused by the heir of the Zhu family. Although Zhu Die had been expelled from the Zhu family, her surname was Zhu after all.
Zhu Die's spiritual power was sealed, and she felt unprecedented panic. No one spoke to her or talked to her.
They escorted her into the ancestral hall, and an elderly servant of the gods looked at her. His eyes were so sharp that Zhu Die dared not look directly at him.
"I was wrong, Luo Po, I was really wrong. Please... give me another chance."
Zhu Die was pressed down on the cold and hard bluestone slab by the Zhu family, her knees aching from kneeling. Luo Po's eyes fell on her without a trace of pity in them.
She said, "Zhu Die, since you have been taken to the ancestral hall, let the Lord of Sacrifices be the witness of your sins."
Zhu Die raised her head and saw the bright mirror in front of her. The light from the mirror shone on her, so heavy that she couldn't raise her head.
Zhu Die's memory was extracted, and everything she had experienced was projected in the mirror. Zhu Die was extremely frightened. If she had obtained the order to sacrifice to the gods, how could she have encountered everything now?
From when Zhu Die practiced evil magic at home to harm people, to when she was expelled from the family and became more and more evil, every time the mirror captured an image, Zhu Die would scream.
An illusory spirit floated out of her body, and her talents and spiritual power were taken away at this moment, leaving her no different from a useless person.
Not only that, Zhu Die would also be thrown into the ancestral hall to be punished. It was an experience worse than death. The memories in her mind were completely extracted, and the picture in the mirror kept changing, and suddenly paused slightly.
"Huh?"
It was as if someone uttered a soft "eh" sound, and the faces of the people in the ancestral hall changed, and they all half-knelt on the ground.
In the ancestral hall, the statue with white robe, snow-white hair and golden eyes suddenly opened its eyes. The punishment of the clan members in the ancestral hall was just a procedure and did not require the intervention of the god. But at this moment, the Zhu family god suddenly woke up because he saw something.
The room suddenly fell into dead silence. Zhu Die had completely fainted, but her memory was still captured by the hanging mirror. The snow-haired god reached out his hand and lightly tapped, and the image in the mirror completely stopped on a figure. He lowered his eyes and looked at it with interest.
A handsome figure with black hair and black eyes stood in the center of the picture. He held a whip in his hand and was expressionlessly beating the evil spirit in front of him until it was scared to death.
His face was extremely handsome, like a perfect statue carefully carved.
When his face is expressionless, the coldness in the corner of his eyes pierces the viewer's eyes like a bright color hanging high at the top of a mountain.
When she smiles faintly, it is like spring flowers blooming, and even her eyes and eyebrows are filled with smiles.
He has a very special aura.
The Zhu family priest looked at this face. What Zhu Die could not perceive, he could recall the whole picture through his memory. Just this short memory allowed the priest to see Zhu Huai's identity: he was a powerful adopted son.
And he is an extremely special adopted child.
In the eyes of the pledged spirits, the pledged children are their ideal partners, but the number of pledged children is so scarce and so few.
As a result, every monster that meets their ideal partner will hold on to the other person tightly. If they are not found by the spirit of the pledge in their lifetime, then those pledged children will be just ordinary men with superior talents in the eyes of others, and live a peaceful life of their own.
Their attraction to the spirits can allow the monsters to recognize their identities the first time they see them, and from then on they will cling to them like a thorn in the bone, and they will be unable to get rid of them no matter what.
At this moment, the person who appeared in front of the Zhu family's sacrifice to the gods was a strange adopted wife.
He is very handsome and his smile looks particularly pure, like the protagonist in the movie who always shines and stands in the spotlight.
The snow-haired priest stared at the face for a long time without moving. Even though this was just a memory in Zhu Die's mind, he seemed to be able to smell the breath coming from the other person, and all his attention was captured by him.
Even so, another figure lurking in the mirror still occupied a large part of the screen. It was a dark and filthy figure that had been staying behind Zhu Huai, like a ferocious beast guarding its treasure and chasing its prey.
And the moment the Zhu family priest saw the figure, a pair of dark golden vertical pupils met the eyes of the snow-haired priest.
The ferocity and malice in those golden eyes were revealed without any concealment. In Zhu Die's memory, it was as if they suddenly came alive and tore apart the memory with extreme dominance.
With a "pop", the hanging heart mirror shattered, and the picture disappeared like ripples on the water, turning into an illusion.
The priest had already memorized Zhu Huai's name. His eyes flickered slightly. The group of people below didn't know what had happened. They only knew that their priest had awakened from his slumber and issued an order to them:
"This human is useful to me."
It’s a pity that the old man from the Liu family got there first and snatched away the person he wanted.
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Zhu Huai was wearing an exquisite long robe and sitting in the study of his ancestral home. There was a ray of bright sunlight under the eaves. He pulled at the exquisite clothes and felt very uncomfortable because of the tight fit.
Everything in the Liu family seems to carry a hint of the sedimentation of time. To put it bluntly, it is a sense of age that has been sealed for many years.
Even the servants in the ancestral house are full of feudal flavor in their words, deeds and every move, and the god who lives here and is worshipped by everyone is the most feudal feudal boss.
Zhu Huai had a guess a long time ago: Liu Xiang looked to be no more than twenty years old, but what he said and did did not seem like someone of this age.
Now that he knew Liu Xiang's identity as a sacrificial god, he couldn't help but start to wonder, which dynasty did Liu Xiang belong to?
Returning to the Liu family once again, Zhu Huai, who was very familiar with everything here, finally came to a place he had never been to in his previous life, the study in the Liu family's ancestral home.
Although it is called a study, the space here is ridiculously large, and the things stored in it may be considered real antiques.
Zhu Huai even found an ancient book made of bamboo tubes on the shelf, and he recognized the ancient characters on it.
After the test of time, the handwriting on it is still very intact.
Zhu Huai carefully held the bamboo tube and began to read it. He found that what was recorded on it was not any very important information, but more like a story.
It is said that there was a general named Zhen Qu in the Liu Dynasty. He was gifted and almost invincible in every battle. The only flaw was that if he did not take the magic medicine, his body would become weak and sickly, and he had to take the magic medicine for a whole day.
He was a killing god on the battlefield, and the enemy feared him like a tiger. When they heard the name Zhen, they were so scared that they fled.
This killer's skills were so great that the emperor was wary of him, and he was killed by a cup of poisoned wine.
Fortunately, there was a god in the south named Fu Hua who had the ability to bring the dead back to life. Fu Hua used elixirs from heaven and earth to save Zhen Qu, and assisted him in returning to the palace to avenge Xuehen, take the life of the dog emperor, and become the emperor himself.
But Fu Hua and the general had an agreement that after the revenge was over, General Zhen must return to the South and become Fu Hua's adopted wife.
Zhen Qu did not keep his promise, so the gods were angry. Fu Hua's revenge caused the entire country to be shrouded in poisonous fog. Zhen Qu was full of remorse and knelt in front of the statue to beg Fu Hua for mercy. He took the initiative to walk into the poisonous fog and disappeared from then on. No one mentioned his name again.
Zhu Huai looked at these records and felt that the civilians of that country were really unlucky. However, no matter whether it was a change of dynasty or any other changes, in the end, only those people suffered.
It’s just that Zhen Qu regretted it most and woke up in time, but he disappeared afterwards, and even his closest attendants didn’t know where he went. Was he dead?
Zhu Huai vaguely felt that Zhen Qu was not dead, because the priest looked... not like someone who would let him go easily.
Furthermore, are all the powers of the gods so powerful and strange? What kind of elixir can bring people back to life and also cause an entire country to be enveloped in poisonous fog?
Zhu Huai found another ancient book and read other stories.
He vaguely realized that the former Prime Minister Liu might have come to this place and looked through these ancient books like him. What was Prime Minister Liu thinking at that time?
Zhu Huai flipped through the first page, but because his mind was thinking about other things, he didn't pay attention to the content.
As soon as it unfolded, a picture of a handsome man being pressed on the bed, his body wrapped in red silk flashed by.
Zhu Huai's eyes subconsciously passed over the picture and fell directly on the text, and he saw the first paragraph that appeared in the ancient book:
"Jin Ze, the son of a wealthy merchant, served two husbands as a bonded wife..."
What appeared next was a paragraph of extremely obscene and straightforward text that left one speechless.
Zhu Huai's hand trembled slightly, and he widened his eyes suspiciously, finally realizing what he had seen.
And at this moment, he finally saw the lifelike painting. The man in the picture had a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, but he was frowning tightly, as if he was crying.
Zhu Huai closed the book silently and sighed softly.
Are these the things that Liu Xiang has seen before?
Thinking of the twisted relationship between Fu Hua and Zhen Qu, and the obscene content in this ancient book, and then thinking of Liu Xiang's situation, thinking of how he, as a priest of gods, could not leave the Liu family's ancestral home, had no contact with people from the outside world, did not communicate with others, and was self-isolating.
During the countless years when he was alone and lonely, Liu Xiang's only way of leisure and entertainment might have been to stay in this study and slowly read these ancient books.
@Liu Xiang, what on earth are you looking at.
Zhu Huai couldn't help but think, could it be that Liu Xiang's twisted personality, the way and means he treated him, and those weird things were all learned from here?
He stretched out his hand tremblingly and picked up the ancient book again, wanting to find a place to hide it. But then he thought that there might be countless such things in this study, and he felt that he was doing useless work.
When he looked through other ancient books, he saw that the descriptions of the relationship between the spirit and its partner were indescribably twisted.
Of course, there are also couples who love each other, have no other thoughts and are devoted to each other, but such pure feelings always seem a little helpless when faced with the almost twisted possessiveness of the gods.
Those monsters called Qi Ling seem to be violent and capricious from the root. Once stimulated, they will go crazy and tear everything apart uncontrollably.
This pattern is almost engraved in their genes, and their possessiveness of their partners makes it impossible for them to tolerate fragile humans leaving them.
What's more, adopted children are always so fragile, and they can suddenly lose their lives because of some minor problems that are not a big deal in the eyes of the adopted spirit.
How can this not make their already twisted personalities even more twisted, causing them to do even more extreme things, which in turn makes their partners miserable and ultimately leads to the loss of their relationship.
Perhaps in Liu Xiang's eyes, he was once like a kite with a tight string. If he didn't hold on tightly, he would be torn to pieces by the storm in the sky.
Is that why Liu Xiang treated him like that? He imprisoned him in this old house like a pet or a collection, not giving him any freedom.
However, could this really be the reason why Liu Xiang did that? Was it the same as what happened with Fu Hua, because Zhen Qu broke their oath, so everything he did afterwards was just to prevent humans from leaving him?
The sound coming from outside the house suddenly broke Zhu Huai's thoughts. He took a deep breath, and the layer of frost between his eyebrows dissipated.
In any case, he is different in this life.
At this moment, a figure with long jet-black hair, a look similar to Prime Minister Liu, and a similarly tall and slender figure walked into the study and appeared in front of Zhu Huai.
Zhu Huai never thought that he would see him here. The person who came was Liu Xiang's younger brother, Liu Yao.
He was also the bastard who came to Zhu Huai after Liu Xiang's death in his previous life and wanted to attack him.
Logically speaking, Zhu Huai and Liu Yao were strangers to each other, so he shouldn't have any unreasonable attitude towards the person in front of him.
Even though he understood this, Zhu Huai still found it difficult to suppress the resistance and hostility that suddenly arose in his heart when he saw this face.
Liu Xiang fell beside him, his body still warm.
Liu Yao suddenly appeared and replaced Liu Xiang's position.
His attitude was proud, as if he was sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, a winner who had finally reaped the rewards after enduring hardships.
The smile on his lips was so excited that without waiting for Zhu Huai to react, he announced covetously that he would inherit everything from Prime Minister Liu.
Of course, all this is not the reason why Zhu Huai hates him. After all, the conflict between Liu Yao and Liu Xiang has nothing to do with him. But as long as he sees Liu Yao, sees this face, Zhu Huai can't control himself and thinks of the lifeless and cold corpse he once hugged.
When he saw Liu Yao's appearance, he would reflexively recall that cold touch. Zhu Huai's heart ached terribly. He heard Liu Yao ask, "What are you doing here?"
As he spoke, Liu Yao seemed to want to walk towards him. Zhu Huai frowned and said, "Hey, stop right there."
Liu Yao paused, he looked at the human in front of him, as if he was looking at a poor prey who was abducted here by his brother and had no idea what kind of dangerous place this was.
Perhaps the person in front of him didn't even know what offering sacrifices to the gods was, and was forced to become Liu Xiang's partner without knowing anything.
Liu Yao has beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and a smile as gentle as jade on his face. The aura emanating from his body is even gentler, with the warmth of a living person. Compared with Liu, one is as cold as ice, while the other is as gentle as spring water.
Looking at the vigilant Zhu Huai in front of him, Liu Yao did not approach rashly. He just said:
"This is your first time at the Liu family. As my brother's wife, I will naturally take care of you. Don't be afraid. My name is Liu Yao, and I'm here to take something away."
Liu Yao's tone of voice was extremely comfortable. People who didn't know his true nature might be easily fooled by him.
Zhu Huai took a few steps back and said, "Whatever you want, I've seen everything here, there's nothing interesting."
Liu Yao's gaze fell on the bookshelf behind Zhu Huai. Seeing the ancient books being read, his eyes flashed slightly. Zhu Huai looked as if he was completely unwilling to stay in the same room with him, and walked straight out of the house.
Liu Yao's voice suddenly came, and he said: "You have read those ancient books, right?"
Zhu Huai didn't understand what Liu Yao was really thinking. He turned around and saw Liu Yao and said, "In that case, you also know who Prime Minister Liu is, right?"
“My brother has a bad temper and never knows how to control himself, which makes me feel awkward.
But as an outsider, you don't understand these situations, so I always have to remind you something. If you encounter any danger, maybe you can try to confide in others."
Facing Zhu Huai's scrutinizing gaze, Liu Yao smiled faintly: "After all, my brother did indeed kill his parents and slaughter his clan members."
His words were very soft, but soft enough to reach Zhu Huai's ears. Zhu Huai's eyes showed strangeness. If it was him from his previous life standing here, or anyone who didn't know the truth, they would probably find Liu Xiang terrifying.
Fear arises from the unknown, and fear arises from terror.
Zhu Huai didn't understand why Liu Yao said these things. He looked at the person in front of him and didn't even bother to say a word to him. Zhu Huai interrupted Liu Yao and said to him: "Prime Minister Liu is very good."
These four words were the final word, and everything else Liu Yao wanted to say was stuck in his throat, blocking all his options.
"And... I remember that Liu Xiang's parents died because of Liu Xiang's revenge, didn't they?" Zhu Huai said.
Liu Yao's eyes flickered slightly: "Do you know about this?"
"Prime Minister Liu really told you everything." Liu Yao said, "You seem to have an inexplicable hostility towards me."
Zhu Huai glanced at him. His eyes were dark and sharp as a knife, sweeping across Liu Yao's body inch by inch. He had never seen such a human being before. It was as if he was being scrutinized by Zhu Huai, a human being, looking at a contracted spirit with such a provocative look.
Zhu Huai said, "Come to think of it, you are his younger brother. Were you involved in those things back then?"
Zhu Huai looked at Liu Yao, and finally walked out of the room backwards without looking back.
Liu Yao stood in the study, he lowered his eyes, his eyes flickered slightly, his gentle look had not changed. This Qi Ling turned around and was about to take away an ancient book when his body suddenly trembled.
Behind him, Liu Xiang was standing somewhere without knowing when.
This powerful deity stood in the darkness where no light could reach. His beautiful face was like the blooming stamen of a poisonous flower, like a ghost without any warmth.
His breath was cold and his black hair hung down. No one knew when he appeared, when he stood there, or what he heard.
Liu Xiang stood in the darkness with an expressionless face. He walked towards Liu Yao without saying a word or speaking to him.
There was a bloody sound, and half of Liu Yao's body was cut off by Liu Xiang's hair.
Looking at Liu Yao lying in a pool of blood, the terrifying monster stepped over Liu Yao's body and slowly left following the breath left by Zhu Huai.
"He said I'm good." Liu Xiang murmured softly, holding Liu Yao's arm in his hand, with bloodstains extending all the way: "He likes me."
A low laugh came from Liu Xiang's throat. The scene and the laugh mixed together made people feel creepy, their backs went cold and their hearts trembled.
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