Chapter 30: Haunted House in the Hill (30)
Obviously, the letter written by her lover a hundred years ago was being held by someone else, but Xishuang's first reaction was to ask what the nanny said before she left.
really.
Yan Shixun smiled silently.
He guessed right.
Xi Shuang's deepest hatred, the force that supported her to turn into a ghost, was not because her lover did not show up.
But the wet nurse.
Ever since the nanny told Yan Shixun that Xishuang had been imprisoned on the fourth floor for a hundred years and refused to see her no matter how hard she begged, Yan Shixun began to have doubts in his heart.
Judging from the old housekeeper and those blood-red monsters' fear of the fourth floor and the garden, Xi Shuang had definitely not done nothing for the past hundred years and was just hiding on the fourth floor out of fear. She had transformed into a fierce ghost and stayed here with enough power to scare even the most vicious bandits on the spot.
Yan Shixun even suspected that what the Taoist priest who had asked him to pay more attention to the unusual movements in Guishan said before, that there were dead bodies walking in Guishan but could not get out of the territory of Guishan no matter what, was also because of Xishuang.
That’s why the wet nurse said that Xishuang’s resentment not only trapped her enemies, but also trapped herself.
This was also proved by the actor who ran out of the villa without permission and wanted to go down the mountain, but encountered a mountain full of blood-red monsters and could not reach the foot of the mountain.
——The blood-red humanoid monsters in the villa and the mountain were all related to the bandits of the past. After their death, they were trapped in the cage of evil spirits because of Xi Shuang's hatred, which gave rise to new hatred and merged with the entire Ghost Mountain, making the ghost energy here even darker.
So that no matter who enters Ghost Mountain, they will be kept here by this resentment and will not be able to find the way to Gui Mountain.
But even though Xi Shuang was so powerful that the old butler and the monsters feared her, she refused to even step down from the fourth floor.
On the first to third floors of the villa, she could only manipulate the living to commit self-harm and suicide through hallucinations, or appear in front of the living through a mirror.
No matter how furious Xi Shuang was, Yan Shixun failed to successfully provoke Xi Shuang to appear on other floors.
Even when he wanted to go to the fourth floor on his own initiative, Xi Shuang, who should have taken this opportunity to lure him to the fourth floor and kill the person who angered her again, became even more furious as if her wound was stepped on, causing strange phenomena in the whole Ghost Mountain.
Xi Shuang seemed to be not only afraid of the villa where she would die, but also unwilling to let anyone other than herself enter the fourth floor to see her.
She seemed to be afraid of her ugliness being seen by others, so she hid herself tightly.
——She was a famous Cantonese opera actress a hundred years ago. She had her pride and unrivaled beauty. Her looks and singing were like the fragrant roses blooming in the old Shanghai.
So why was she afraid? Why was she afraid of seeing her nurse?
...Or is she afraid as a child in front of her mother?
Such a powerful ghost, which even the Taoist priest of Haiyun Temple found difficult to deal with, was like a child who had done something wrong and had been avoiding its nanny for a whole hundred years.
Yan Shixun sat on the exquisite velvet dressing stool in front of the dressing table. Looking at Xi Shuang who was still waiting for his answer in the dressing mirror, he slowly raised his light red lips.
"The nanny said that she loves you very much." Yan Shixun lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the letter on the dressing table.
She kept complaining about her lover and sang sadly in Bai Shuang's body at night. However, Xi Shuang didn't even look at the letter filled with love from her lover, and didn't even notice that he tied the letter in her long hair.
She was just focused, anxious and fearful, waiting anxiously for Yan Shixun to convey the final words from her wet nurse.
"She worries whether you will be hungry, cold, or lonely without anyone to talk to you. She worries that you will never be able to let go of what happened a hundred years ago, and will lock yourself in here, unable to enter the next reincarnation. She hopes that you can forget about death and resentment, whether it is the lover you are waiting for or the bandits you hate, just put them down here. Then, start your next life again and enjoy the peace and happiness of the world."
Perhaps people a hundred years ago were too reserved in expressing their love, and the nanny was too bound by the restrictions imposed by her physical rules, so she never expressed her delicate and profound maternal love to the young lady whom she regarded as her own daughter. Even after she died and became a ghost, when facing Yan Shixun, the nanny's love for Xi Shuang was implicitly concealed under every word of worry, and she never said it directly.
But now, Yan Shixun revealed all of his wet nurse's deep love and laid it out directly in front of Xi Shuang.
Xi Shuang, who didn't expect to get such an answer, was stunned.
In the blood-colored mirror, the evil ghost's long hair was flying wildly and falling down. The uneasiness and guilt hidden in his eyes turned into crystal tears, which spread up bit by bit.
"She loves you, just like an ordinary mother who deeply loves her children."
Yan Shixun deliberately softened his magnetic and low voice, and said in a soothing tone: "She never blamed you. No, it's better to say that instead of blaming you, she blamed herself for not protecting you. She was very sad that you had kept her out for a hundred years. She actually wanted to see you, touch your face, and tell you that everything was in the past and you shouldn't be afraid anymore..."
"The nanny whom you regard as your biological mother loves you as much as you love her. In fact, she misses you very much."
—A line of clear tears flowed down Xishuang's beautiful phoenix eyes.
She looked at Yan Shixun helplessly. Perhaps it was because Yan Shixun's expression and tone at this moment were too reliable and reassuring, so she did not doubt what Yan Shixun said.
Xi Shuang clutched the corner of her cheongsam with trembling hands, her bright red lips trembling so much that she could hardly speak: "How could it be... I thought, I thought the nanny would definitely blame me, she would definitely look at me with hatred and disgust, so I didn't have the courage to see her, I was afraid... I was afraid that she would hate me."
"Because it was me. I insisted on waiting here to marry him, and that's why the nanny died here with me. She didn't have to go through all this, because she wanted to accompany me..."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Nanny. I don't miss you. I didn't mean to make you sad."
Xi Shuang cried so much that her makeup was almost smudged, and her vision was blurry, as if the nanny was standing in front of her again, just like before that night, just like when she was a child, still reaching out her hands lovingly to her, wanting to hold her in her arms.
"I miss you too, nanny. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I should be braver so that I can see you again. But I'm really too scared. I'm afraid that you won't love me anymore. I'm sorry..."
Xi Shuang was like a child who had done something wrong and was anxiously waiting to be punished and scolded. She stood in front of her mother, too guilty to dare to look up, but unexpectedly she only got a loving pat on the head from her mother, who asked her with a smile if she was hurt.
Suddenly, the bone wounds on her arms that were hidden behind her back became so painful that she could no longer bear it, and she could no longer suppress her grievances. She just wanted to throw herself into her mother's warm arms and cry loudly, crying out all the grievances she had suffered over the years.
Yan Shixun stared at Xi Shuang in silence, and understood everything from her confused and confusing explanations and whispers.
——What turned Xi Shuang into a ghost was not her resentment for not being able to wait for her lover.
Rather, it was the guilt and anger over the death of the wet nurse.
On that night a hundred years ago, the wet nurse fell to her death in front of Xi Shuang. She watched the wet nurse die tragically, but she was unable to kill the bandits to avenge her. This pain was not forgotten until her death. It was engraved on her soul and crossed the boundary between life and death, becoming her last obsession before her death.
As a result, he turned into a ghost and returned to the Ghost Mountain.
The news brought by Yan Shixun was almost an earth-shattering blow to Xi Shuang. She didn't care about Yan Shixun's existence. She cried in the mirror and trembled all over, murmuring "I'm sorry" over and over again.
If she had not willfully left the city and stayed in a villa in the woods in the suburbs, she would not have encountered bandits, which would have led to the tragic death of her wet nurse.
If she had been braver, and mustered up the courage to go out and say sorry to the nanny when she was standing outside the fourth floor, perhaps the misunderstanding between them could have been resolved earlier, and they wouldn't have to suffer in different places.
if……
Time can go back.
“Tick, tick…”
At this moment, Yan Shixun keenly heard a slight falling sound.
He looked sternly towards the source of the sound.
It was the crystal hourglass on the dressing table that had been standing still. Suddenly, a grain of sand fell down, hitting the empty crystal bottom, making an almost inaudible sound.
Yan Shixun was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly.
He found the only way to leave Ghost Mountain.
——Xi Shuang’s obsession with becoming a ghost was shaken.
The time that was solidified by hatred and trapped outside of yin and yang began to flow again as Xishuang's emotions that had been held on for a long time collapsed.
The fourth floor, this villa, and even the entire Ghost Mountain, which is isolated from the rest of the villa, will collapse like a sand embankment.
Xishuang's tears dripped onto her blood-red rose cheongsam, and the blood color slowly faded from the blooming rose pattern.
She cried until all her tears as a child dried up, and the memories of life and death resurfaced.
—A drop of blood and tears fell in the corner of Xishuang's eyes.
——There is no way a ghost would have tears. Those are all the resentment and pain in their souls, and the blood that flows out of their bodies when they die.
A strong wind suddenly arose, blowing up the curtains and bed curtains in the room. The candlelight shook violently, stretching strange black shadows on the wall, like a ghost with bared fangs and claws rushing towards them.
Yan Shixun still sat in front of the dressing table, motionless, quietly waiting for something.
—Traces of blood and tears slid down Xishuang's face, reflected in the blood-colored mirror, forming a terrifying evil ghost face in the swaying light and darkness.
She was no longer trembling in pain, and her beautiful face was filled with hatred.
——To the bandits and to herself.
"Zhou style..."
"Zhou style..."
Xishuang's hair danced wildly, and he let out a sharp and ferocious roar: "Zhou Style——!!!"
The whole room shook violently at this shriek filled with strong hatred. The furnishings and furniture in the room fell to the ground, the beams and stone walls collapsed, and the cage that Xishuang had built for herself finally collapsed because of her own emotional fluctuations.
Yan Shixun did not dodge or evade, allowing the huge and heavy mahogany wardrobe to fall on him.
On the dressing table, the crystal hourglass started flowing again, with sand flying up and splashing down.
"boom--!"
Everything in front of Yan Shixun's eyes finally went completely dark.
When he opened his eyes again, he was no longer on the fourth floor of the villa.
Instead, he was lying in the cold soil, looking up at the waning moon in the night sky.
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