Chapter 133 Staring into the abyss
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In the Buddhist temple, the Bodhisattva has long eyebrows and eyes, full of compassion.
A smile on the corners of his mouth.
Big ears bring good luck.
One hand is placed on his chest, and the other hand holds a rosary.
The hem of the Bodhisattva is carved vividly, draped smoothly on his body, and the gorgeous hem is rolled up at one corner.
The Bodhisattva looks down on all living beings, and all living beings are equal.
Jiang Wan and the old lady copy scriptures and burn incense to worship the Bodhisattva every day.
At this moment, the Bodhisattva is still motionless, very stable, and does not come down to help.
In the eyes of the crowd, there is some confusion.
Jiang Rong seems to be crazy, so forget it, after all, he was very timid at the beginning.
He looks like he was sick.
But when Jiang Huaisheng went in, he recited a meditation technique. He slept for a day and came out.
He was such a strong man, what could happen if he was locked up for a while?
His subordinates all thought that Mr. Jiang was too kind, just like the Golden Spirit Saint Mother.
Jiang Huaisheng went in to do whatever he wanted to rest, took a nap, and half a day had passed.
Jiang Huaisheng thought half a month had passed.
In fact, it was less than two hours.
It was about three hours.
It was long enough for everyone to wait for more than three hours.
But to Jiang Huaisheng, he could not hear anything, only his own breathing and heartbeat, and the time was infinitely long. He kept wondering why he was not hungry after so many days, but in fact, it was less than two hours.
Everyone was shocked when they saw Jiang Huaisheng's appearance.
The men in black looked at Jiang Changtian with admiration.
Mr. Jiang was indeed a capable man with extraordinary abilities.
The Jiang family suspected that he had been poisoned. How could it be possible? He
was only locked up for two hours.
He actually started to hurt himself.
Jiang Rong was still mad. He ignored his father when he saw him coming out and was still mumbling.
Mrs. Wu was nervous and scared. She leaned on the warm couch and hugged her child and fell asleep.
She suddenly woke up at this moment. Seeing her husband's horrible appearance, she was frightened and at a loss. She didn't dare to touch him. She hugged the child for fear that her husband would push her down.
Jiang Huaisheng didn't go crazy, but he felt like he was about to go crazy. He breathed heavily and saw his wife and children rushing over without caring about their own lives. He hugged them.
He was alive, he was still alive, he was fine, he was fine.
He couldn't feel his face bleeding, nor could he feel the blood dripping.
Instead, he comforted Mrs. Wu with a smile on his face.
But everyone was even more frightened.
With a "bang!" sound, Jiang Wan was thrown in.
Jiang Wan was terrified to see that her father had actually crawled out. There must be something wrong. He
must have been poisoned.
She was very cautious after entering the house and didn't touch anything.
Although they came here together, she was sure that Jiang Changtian had not tampered with this house, but it was hard to say.
Jiang Changtian worked in the Pharmacy Department, and the doctors said that he was a very good doctor.
Grandmother would occasionally chant here, but the difference was that the door was open and usually not closed.
With the door closed, it was like a black box.
Jiang Wan sat on the cushion.
She actually meditated with her grandmother, and often sat for a long time.
If Jiang Changtian hadn't poisoned her, Jiang Wan wouldn't actually be afraid.
She used to have dreams often.
Each dream would last for decades.
Very long. She
was trapped in a dream.
When she woke up, it was just one dream a night.
She just saw her father and elder brother, and the time was actually very short, not long.
But soon, she felt different.
This was different from meditation at ordinary times.
When meditating at ordinary times, she had to try hard to be calm.
But it was naturally very quiet here, without a single sound.
She couldn't hear any sound from outside, nor could she see any light.
Is this room really used for chanting?
Jiang Wan was a little panicked.
Soon she heard the sound of "dong dong dong, dong dong dong..."
Where did this sound come from, how could there be a sound in such a quiet place.
She searched in fear, but soon she found that the sound was not coming from anywhere else.
It was her heartbeat.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom."
Her heartbeat was so fast, so fast, and faster and faster.
How could it be like this?
Jiang Wan was a little panicked.
She estimated that she had been here for a short time.
But suddenly she was a little doubtful, was it really so short?
She had made preparations before coming in, thinking that a day would pass by after a good sleep.
But the images of her eldest brother and father kept appearing in her mind.
What on earth is in here? Her eldest brother's hands are covered in blood, and her father actually reopened the wound on his face.
Is there a ghost?
Impossible, there are only Bodhisattvas, Buddhist temples, and ancestors of the Jiang family outside, there can't be ghosts.
But she seemed to hear other sounds in here.
Someone was breathing, and the breathing was getting closer and closer.
Jiang Wan waved her hand and hit, but nothing happened.
She covered her ears, but she could still hear the sound.
She ran, she heard footsteps chasing her, she heard breathing, she heard the heartbeat.
She thought of the time when Concubine Lan was executed in her dream. A wet cloth was placed on her face, and then another wet cloth was placed on her face, layer by layer.
Then she died.
Suddenly, it seemed as if Concubine Lan was blowing air into her ear.
No, it was just an illusion.
There was no Concubine Lan. She was in Ming County. Everything had not started. She was still in the Buddhist temple.
There was no blowing, no other people's breathing, no other footsteps, no other heartbeats. From beginning to end, there was only her, only her.
She poked her palm hard. This was a preparation she had made before coming in. She had a jade hairpin on her head. If she went crazy or was poisoned, she would use the jade hairpin to poke her palm. She would not get hurt and could remind herself to stay awake.
As expected, she woke up, touched the cushion, and sat down again.
She didn't know why she ran just now, and suddenly she felt that there was someone else in this small space.
This place is very small, and it is easy to bump into the wall.
So the muffled sound of knocking on the wall heard outside just now should be caused by running and hitting the wall.
Jiang Wan's thoughts gradually came back, and she tried to adapt to the darkness.
She knew that she was in a very small place, but because she couldn't see or hear, she felt as if she was in a very big place, with endless darkness, as if connected to the underworld.
First it was Concubine Lan, and Concubine Lan disappeared.
Suddenly a man in a scarlet official robe walked towards her. When he came to her, she found that he had no head. He was holding his head, and his head was talking to her, calling affectionately: "Wan'er, Wan'er..."
Jiang Wan poked her palm with a jade hairpin again.
The headless man in the official robe disappeared in front of her.
Then, unexpectedly, a pair of suspended feet appeared in front of her.
The pair of feet were wearing beautiful embroidered shoes, which were particularly beautiful, and had several oriental pearls.
She recognized that they were Jiang Yu's feet, Xiao Yu'er, the favorite concubine of General Meng, who was envied by everyone in the capital. It was said that she loved shoes very much, and her shoes were all customized by General Meng himself. Even the oriental pearls awarded by the emperor were used to inlay her shoes.
But in front of her, the tip of the shoe was facing her face, and the person was suspended. She looked up and actually saw Jiang Yu hanging in the endless darkness, sticking out his long tongue and making faces at her.
Jiang Wan screamed and pushed with her hands, and actually pushed a pair of feet. She quickly let go of her hands. They were all fake, fake, fake.
Yuzhi poked into her palm again. This time she pushed with her hand. It was not a foot, but just a pillar. She felt it, just a pillar.
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Didn't Jiang Changtian say that he had been locked up many times? She has only been in for a short while. Yes, at most one or two hours. It's okay.
She is just a little thirsty now and wants to drink water.
Suddenly she heard a voice shouting, "Water, water." It
was her aunt's voice.
She saw her aunt lying in front of her, stretching out her hand and asking her for water.
She panicked and accidentally knocked over the water.
At the last moment, her aunt wanted to grab the rope at the head of the bed, but she didn't touch it and it fell down. Her
aunt stared at her and asked her for water.
It's impossible. She has been buried.
The noble ladies in the capital watched the empress dowager being buried together.
Jiang Wan was confused.
In the absolute darkness and silent world, she was completely confused.
She couldn't tell the time apart, and couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams.
The horrible scenes in her mind seemed to come alive, replaying again and again in front of her eyes and around her.
Her aunt's hand didn't catch the rope, but it scratched her hand and her skin.
The long nails scratched her skin.
There was a crackling sound.
Once again, the jade hairpin saved her.
Her palm was already bleeding.
The round jade hairpin couldn't bleed, so at the critical moment, she smashed the jade hairpin and cut with the broken part.
So it wasn't her aunt who scratched it, but she pierced it herself.
She woke up and breathed heavily.
The endless darkness still surrounded her.
She didn't know how long it had been.
But it seemed longer than the decades in the dream.
Every breath was unbearable.
Was she poisoned?
She didn't know why this happened.
After she calmed down quickly, she thought she had made it through, and she heard a dripping sound.
It was the sound of her blood dripping onto the ground.
Jiang Wan collapsed, and she pressed her hand.
It was just a little wound, it would be okay.
She tried to comfort herself, she still didn't know how long it had been, but she touched the wound on her hand, it shouldn't have been long, the blood was still slippery and fresh, if it had been a long time, the wound would have scabbed over, and she would feel hungry.
She repeatedly reminded herself that it was okay, just get through it.
She thought she had almost made it through, so she pretended to collapse and could go out.
Although she was a little confused and collapsed now, her IQ was still there.
Thanks to the dreams day and night, she can distinguish between dreams and reality.
If she can get out, she will definitely come back for revenge.
Then she will pretend to be miserable and everything will be fine.
She estimated the time.
It must have been a long time.
She heard footsteps.
The door opened and light poured in.
She breathed heavily.
It's okay, it's okay, she cried like a madman.
Her hair was messy.
It's okay, she crawled on the ground, although she was in a mess, but she got through it, it's okay.
It's okay, she escaped, she looked back at the small dark room, like a bottomless abyss, staring at her.
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