Chapter 463 Mural
"Are you back?"
When she returned to the villa where Ye Fusu had locked her up, Ye Fusu was sitting on the sofa waiting for her, his eyes cold and calm.
A cluster of anger rose in Shen Weiyang's chest. He slowly tightened his fists and looked at him and asked, "What do you want to do?"
"I should be the one asking you that," he stood up from the sofa, slowly walked over to her, reached out and pinched her chin, gently stroking her delicate skin with the tip of his thumb, and sneered, "Zhao Zhao, just because I'm not angry, do you think I have a good temper and you can disobey me at will, huh?"
"Neuropathy."
Shen Weiyang waved his hand away and kept his distance.
Ye Fusu didn't mind her indifference at all and took back his hand that she had waved away: "If you are so tough, why did you come back after escaping? It wasn't me who asked them to bring you back."
"When I was outside just now, my hands couldn't hold anything for a while." She looked down at her almost transparent hands. "Is that why you didn't keep a close eye on me? After I left, you didn't send anyone to look for me. Did you know I would become like this? Even if you didn't bring me back, I would have come back on my own?"
Ye Fusu looked at her somewhat sad and depressed mood, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, but it quickly passed away, leaving only a hint of coldness in his eyes.
"Weiyang," he called her name, not Ye Zhaozhao, "Do you really want to know what I want to do now?"
Shen Weiyang clenched his hands and said nothing.
Suddenly, everything in front of my eyes went dark.
Ye Fusu covered her eyes with his hands, and his low voice sounded like a spell in her ears: "It doesn't matter if I tell you now, you are powerless to change the situation."
When he took his hand away and Shen Weiyang opened her eyes again, she found herself in the secret room where she had just woken up that day.
Her heart tightened, but she still pretended to be calm and looked at Ye Fusu and asked, "Why did you bring me here?"
Ye Fusu pointed at the pillar where she was tied that day and sneered: "What do you think this looks like?"
It's an altar.
Shen Weiyang's pupils dilated slightly, then immediately contracted in shock, and her fingers slowly curled up.
Ye Fusu noticed her reaction and said with a smile, "You are so smart, you should have guessed what I want to do."
"I didn't want to tell you such a cruel thing, but you repeatedly challenged my patience and actually ran out to see Leng Huaijin. Do you think that once he believes you and recognizes you, you can return to your previous life?"
His slender fingers slowly wrapped around her slender neck like a poisonous snake, a hint of madness gradually appeared in his eyes, and his pale face made him look a little scary.
He is not without temper.
It’s just that his anger is like magma buried under the iceberg, and when it accumulates to a certain level, it will erupt uncontrollably.
Breathing hard and staring at this crazy man who didn't know what to say, Shen Weiyang felt his hatred and anger.
But why.
They had never met before.
Why use her as a sacrifice?
What is her relationship with Ye Zhaozhao?
“Since you don’t want to stay outside, I’ll have to trouble Miss Shen to live here from now on.”
When she was about to faint from difficulty breathing, he slowly let go of her and threw her to the ground.
She coughed several times to calm her breathing.
When he was about to leave, she asked him hoarsely, "Ye Fusu, please tell me clearly what hatred we have that you have to treat me like this."
If she was a sacrifice as she thought, then after the real Ye Zhaozhao came back, she, Shen Weiyang, would disappear.
Ye Fusu ignored her and left the secret room directly.
After she ran up, she was a step too late and was finally injured by a sudden light curtain, as if she was touched by an electric current. The pain made her fall to the ground and it took her a long time to get up.
She couldn't just sit here and wait for death.
She has to go out.
Ye Fusu locked her up here, and he must be waiting for an opportunity to start the sacrifice.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have kept her for so long.
She slowly got up from the ground, endured the pain in her body, and began to walk towards the bronze wall, trying to find a clue to get out.
Is the woman in the painting Ye Zhaozhao?
She walked over to the painting she had seen when she first woke up and looked at it carefully.
This is a freehand painting and the human face cannot be seen at all.
But she was sure that if she were Ye Zhaozhao, she would look exactly the same as she did now.
So who is this man?
She looked at the man who was stabbed by Ye Zhaozhao's sword and frowned slightly.
If he is not Ye Fusu, then who could he be?
"ah--!"
When her fingers touched the painting, a light curtain appeared in front of her eyes, and a mural appeared on the wall.
She subconsciously took a step back.
The mural depicts two young boys and girls practicing swords under a sacred tree. Then the light screen changes, and a long-haired man suddenly walks out of the sacred tree. He is dressed in white and looks very noble.
The boy and girl knelt in front of him, and he gently placed his hand on the girl's head. From then on, the girl was the only one under the sacred tree.
Later, the sacred tree grew bright red fruits, and a few ragged children came. The girl picked the fruits and gave them to the children. The children said something unknown, and then a basket appeared in the girl's hand. She picked some fruits and left with the children.
The scene changed, and it was the scene that appeared in her dream.
In the dim ruins of a mine, everyone's face had the same sad expression, without a trace of color, like lifeless zombies.
But gradually, a girl in white came over with a bamboo basket. The basket was filled with bright red fruits. Her white clothes and bright red fruits stood out in the gray picture.
Then she fed the bright red fruits in the basket to a poor old man who had lost both hands. After the old man ate the fruits, he grew two more hands.
But the scene changed. For some reason, she threw away all the fruits in the basket, looked up at the sky in despair and cried. The red fruits scattered at her feet, gradually becoming dim and as gray as the surroundings. She, dressed in white, also gradually turned gray and merged with the surrounding environment...
Why did she throw away all the fruits in the basket? Was it because these fruits were just a drop in the bucket compared to the dire situation these people were in, and there was no way to solve the problem from the source?
Shen Weiyang felt a little dizzy, and her head was buzzing.
But she still insisted on finishing the rest of the paintings.
The next scene was the girl kneeling in a magnificent hall. On the hundred-step golden steps stood a man with an indifferent expression. After he waved his hand, a bolt of thunder fell directly on the girl...
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