Chapter 27: Haunted Hill House (27)
Everything was quiet on the fourth floor where Xishuang had disappeared.
The bones of the female corpses that were thrown down the building and disappeared never appeared again.
When Yan Shixun turned around and looked at it again, the paintings on the wall returned to their original state, from sawdust and glass that were smashed to the ground to intact paintings, as if they had always been there and had never moved.
However, the picture in the painting changed from a screaming and crying woman's face to a woman covering her face and crying silently.
Freed from the constraints of real physical laws, the villa's original U-shaped structure became bizarre, and the corridor of original limited length became infinitely extended, leading straight to the pitch-black darkness in the distance.
The paintings on the walls on both sides extend along the corridor, with no end in sight.
The women in the paintings either cover their faces with their hands, or cover their eyes with one hand and ears with the other, as if they are avoiding reality by not hearing or seeing. Or their entire bodies are covered by their long black hair, as if they don’t want to face the world outside the painting.
Or they would kneel on the ground, with their skinny arms desperately stretched toward the sky, straining until veins popped, as if they were blaming the heavens and the earth. Or perhaps, they were begging the heavens and the earth...
Yan Shixun walked slowly through the corridor, taking in all the paintings with different expressions and movements.
The blood-red crescent moon cast an ominous red light into the villa from the window, and the bright red roses in the garden swayed.
Just like the night Xishuang died a hundred years ago.
“Squeak—”
Yan Shixun raised his hand and pushed open the heavy carved door. The door hinges were old and made a harsh sound, which was particularly clear and terrifying in the silent space.
Then, what appeared before Yan Shixun was a luxurious and spacious house.
There was no dust or damage, and everything was arranged in perfect order, as if the time of this room had been frozen at that moment before someone broke in a hundred years ago.
This is the room that Xi Shuang just rushed out of, and it is also the room that belonged to Xi Shuang in the past that Yan Shixun saw in his memory world.
But what Yan Shixun saw at this time was different from the pictures taken by An Nanyuan when he explored the fourth floor.
Instead, it was closer to the villa he saw in his memory world a hundred years ago.
Although the room in Annanyuan's split-screen shot was not redecorated like other floors, it was also eroded by time. The brocade and silk had lost their luster, and the furniture was damaged, showing a desolate feeling of no longer prosperous.
Annan hadn't explored the room much at that time.
He pushed open the door and wanted to enter, but he saw a blood-red rose cheongsam casually spread next to the dressing table. He suddenly realized that this should be a lady's room, so he quickly apologized to the empty room and retreated.
At that time, An Nanyuan’s fans were still saying in the live broadcast and screen recording that his brother was very polite, but a little too restrained, because it was just an empty room.
Later, Yan Shixun also asked An Nanyuan why he did not continue to enter.
An Nanyuan scratched his head and said embarrassedly that this was how the horror movies he watched played out. Breaking into an old room offended the original owner of the room, causing hatred, and then being hunted down. Especially since it was a room with a distinctly feminine style. Aren't women, children, and the elderly the types of people who should not be looked down upon in horror movies? Whoever offends them will attract hatred.
Although An Nanyuan's associative ability is extremely excellent and many of his ideas are so outrageous that even Yan Shixun is speechless, this time, An Nanyuan guessed it right by accident.
If An Nanyuan had not left the room in time, he would probably have been killed on the spot in anger by Xi Shuang, who controlled the entire fourth floor, and would have become the first person in the program crew to be harmed by the ghost in the villa.
That blood-red rose cheongsam was exactly the cheongsam that Yan Shixun saw in his memory world, when Xishuang was brutally killed and was wearing it. The original color of that cheongsam was not blood-red at all, but Xishuang's own blood soaked through the pearly white fabric, and the hatred made the red color last for a long time.
In the hallucinations that Yan Shixun had seen several times, including the ghost that Ding Qian saw in the mirror, Xi Shuang was wearing the blood-red rose cheongsam.
It has been said that a woman who dies at midnight wearing a red dress and red shoes is the most evil. She will return as a ghost and take revenge on those she hates.
But when Xi Shuang died, her body had been chopped into more than a dozen pieces by the bandit leader, and it was difficult to put them together. If she wanted to become a ghost, her soul had to find a medium to attach to.
Generally speaking, ghosts will attach themselves to the things they used most often or were most obsessed with during their lifetime. The things that retain the ghost's vitality and soul can help to complete the broken ghost and stabilize the ghost's state, allowing it to continue to stay in the world.
Before, Yan Shixun had several options in mind, such as the phoenix crown that Xishuang wore as a famous Cantonese opera actress during her time, or something given to Xishuang by her lover or a token of love.
But now, Yan Shixun ruled out other possibilities one by one and instead locked onto the cheongsam on Xi Shuang.
——That was Xishuang's careful selection of it in order to look her best while waiting for her lover to come home. She wore that cheongsam and leaned against the railing, looking into the distance. She waited for a whole day but her beloved lover never showed up. Instead, she watched the servants in the villa that she knew well die one by one under the knife of the bandits, and even her nanny was thrown to death in the garden.
Even she herself was hacked to death by the bandit leader.
Wearing that cheongsam, she experienced heart-wrenching grief and crossed the line between life and death.
It can be said that the cheongsam was not only fully soaked with Xi Shuang's blood when she was alive and retained a large amount of Xi Shuang's vitality, but also witnessed her most intense emotions and the most important turning point.
It is very likely the reason why Xishuang has been able to remain in Ghost Mountain in his physical form for hundreds of years, allowing Xishuang, who as a ghost cannot interfere with the real world and living people, to break through the limitations of ghosts and touch living people.
Yan Shixun leaned one hand on the carved door. The differences between the several pictures made him figure out everything within a few seconds, and it suddenly became clear to him.
He chuckled softly, let go of the hand that was holding the door, and stepped into the room.
Clearly, Xi Shuang was killed here by Zhou Shi, and her jewelry was ransacked, but the master bedroom is still magnificent, retaining the sophistication and beauty of a hundred years ago.
The floor-standing Western clock is wrapped with golden roses, and the orioles on it are so lifelike that they seem to come alive in the next moment. The pendulum clock swings steadily, time passes, and everything seems to be the same as before.
However, Yan Shixun saw the crystal hourglass that was a decoration on the dressing table that appeared many times in his hallucinations, standing still.
Yan Shixun's eyes darkened and he walked over.
The dressing table still looks the same as it did that night a hundred years ago.
Next to the curling incense bottle, there was a half-opened exquisite lipstick box, bright red and fragrant like a flower. And next to it was a letter that had been opened.
Yan Shixun reached out and took the letter.
The strong handwriting should belong to a man, but the tone is gentle and sweet, expressing the recipient's love and agreeing on a time to go home.
It’s the rich businessman.
Not only that, the letter also said that he had become the president of the Binhai Chamber of Commerce, and had used his strength and profits to silence his family and make them agree to his marriage with Xi Shuang. This time when he came to the villa in the mountains, he would pick up Xi Shuang and return to the city together.
In addition, he combined the hexagrams and calculated the horoscopes to choose an auspicious day to marry Xi Shuang.
After Yan Shixun read the entire letter, he fell silent for a moment.
He has been an emotionally deficient person since childhood.
After being picked up by his master when he was a child, he has been traveling around with his master. He has witnessed too many tragedies caused by ghosts and monsters, so he has gradually gotten used to observing the world with a pair of cold eyes.
However, the grand tragedy hidden behind the message conveyed by this letter even touched Yan Shixun for a moment.
The stamp date on the letter is half a month earlier than the date on the calendar next to it, and the edges of the letter have been worn out, but it is well preserved, obviously the result of the owner taking it out to read it frequently. The letter has even been stained with incense, exuding a sweet and warm scent.
The thing she had been waiting for so long finally came to fruition. She was about to marry her beloved lover. How ecstatic and tearful was Xi Shuang when she received this letter?
Every day after receiving the letter, she eagerly looked forward to the day when her lover would come. The worries and anxieties of the previous years turned into great joy.
She counted the days, but she didn't know that -
That would become the darkest day of her life.
The rich businessman was on his way out of the city when he encountered a bombing and died in the explosion. Xi Shuang, who was waiting in the villa, only encountered brutal bandits.
one day.
From the peak of happiness, falling into the deepest hell.
This huge contrast is enough to make anyone who experiences it feel resentful.
But after a brief moment of emotion, Yan Shixun frowned, intuitively realizing that something was wrong.
Judging from the hallucinations and the nanny's description, he thought that the deepest obsession that caused Xi Shuang to turn into a ghost was her lover who failed to come.
But, if that was the case, why did she not cling to the letter that brought her the happy message?
Yan Shixun thought so and asked.
——Of course, if he stated his intention directly, Xi Shuang would ignore him. So Yan Shixun changed the way of asking.
"Is your love for your lover fake? Is it because he is so awful? Look, he never came to see you later."
Yan Shixun said coldly: "Why don't you change someone? I think I am better than him. Although humans and ghosts are different, I will definitely not agree to you. But since you are going to die anyway, how about being frank?"
Xi Shuang was trapped here by his own hatred and was unable to leave the Ghost Mountain even after his death.
Naturally, she didn't know that her lover had already died in the bombing that night.
Although Xi Shuang disappeared from the fourth floor, she would never leave this cage that gave her peace of mind.
The room that was beautifully and beautifully preserved and where everything happened was the most likely place where Xi Shuang was hiding.
Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, the dressing table in front of Yan Shixun suddenly shook violently, colliding with the floor with a "bang bang bang!" sound.
It was as if the female ghost was so angry that she was yelling at this arrogant guy.
And in the dressing mirror in front of Yan Shixun, blood slowly flowed down from the top of the mirror, gradually covering the entire surface of the mirror.
In a sea of bright red, Xishuang's resentful and furious figure appeared in the mirror.
Yan Shixun calmly raised his hand and greeted him: "Hey, have you figured it out?"
Xi Shuang: "Go to hell!!!"
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