Chapter 103 Wedding and mourning (34)
After Yan Shixun successfully sneaked into the yard, he quietly hid himself among the villagers.
Ever since he was chased by the dead bodies and skeletons at the farmhouse, he had wanted to use a spell to trap the skeletons in the yard of the farmhouse but failed. He then discovered that he could no longer use any spells, as if he was in a place where no gods had any jurisdiction.
Although his strength was weakened, Yan Shixun did not panic. On the contrary, he turned the disadvantage into an advantage.
He was unable to use talismans and lacked sufficient strength, but it was precisely because of this that he was able to enter the yard without being noticed by the surrounding villagers.
Jiang Yanran brought him into the yard during the day, and when Jiang Yanran let go of his hand, all the villagers discovered his presence.
After leaving the yard during the day, Yan Shixun thought about it for a long time. Finally, when he saw what the villagers handed over, he suddenly figured out the reason.
Yin energy.
During the day, because he had a lot of Yang energy, he was so out of place in the courtyard where the old events of decades ago were being played out, and the villagers discovered his tracks. When Jiang Yanran pulled him, because she herself had too much Yin energy, she covered his presence and avoided the attention of the villagers.
But now, the yang energy in Yan Shixun's body has dropped to the lowest value that a normal living person can have. And because he is carrying the flower that Jiang Yanran gave him, the yin energy has replaced the yang energy, making him no longer stand out like the sun in the eyes of the villagers.
So when he stood in the yard, all the villagers were talking and laughing among themselves, talking about the upcoming wedding and the new bride, and ignored Yan Shixun.
This gave Yan Shixun great convenience.
Just as what was seen during the day, wooden boxes containing dowry and betrothal gifts were placed next to the well, and the high stacks of boxes almost completely covered the well.
But during the day, when Yan Shixun was looking through the wooden boxes, he did not miss the opportunity to pay attention to the well. He would definitely not be mistaken. What he saw during the day was an abandoned well. Although it was overgrown with weeds and had long been dry, there was nothing else that needed special attention.
Instead of being like this now——
The well has eight sides and five edges, symbolizing the eight trigrams and five elements, the dark and strange formations, and each side is engraved with a spell. On the main side, the sharp corner faces the courtyard gate, and on it are engraved a few large characters in a flamboyant style: "Taishang Laojun taught this to kill ghosts."
Unlike the well in the backyard of the home of the village party secretary of Jiacun, which was used to send wronged souls to the afterlife, the well in front of Yan Shixun was severely damaged and was not used for the afterlife or to exorcise ghosts.
Just to kill ghosts.
They come with great force and show no mercy.
But for some unknown reason, the well-suppressing stone that originally covered the well had been severely damaged and broken into pieces. The middle showed signs of explosion and burning, and was charred like charcoal, with fire burning everywhere.
Yan Shixun could only vaguely make out from the remaining handwriting that what was written on it were the words "Jiazifen Village".
However, the three characters "Jia Zi Fen" had been chopped into pieces, leaving only a few incomplete strokes.
Yan Shixun squatted down beside the well, placed his palm on the well-stabilizing stone, lowered his eyes, and moved his fingers along the burn marks bit by bit, as if he was using the remaining words to reconstruct what the well looked like when it was still intact.
Qimen Dunjia is a very sophisticated science, and its composition is ever-changing, but this is also destined. As long as the formation is slightly incomplete, its effect will be greatly reduced.
As for the well now under his palm, although the talismans on the eight sides were still intact, the well-guarding stone had been completely destroyed, symbolizing that the thing it was originally guarding had escaped.
The so-called killing of ghosts is just empty talk.
——The suppressed evil spirits have been waiting for a long time, and their resentment has been brewing into deeper hatred.
The evil ghost opened a pair of blood-red eyes, looking up at the well day and night but unable to get out. So in loneliness, all the memories and scenes of his life were dug out, reviewed over and over again, deepening his hatred over and over again.
When the Ghost Suppression Well becomes ineffective, nothing can stop the evil ghosts from seeking revenge.
And now...
Yan Shixun's slender fingers placed on the well-suppressing stone trembled slightly, and then he rubbed along the lines of the words "Jiazifen Village" to the scar in the center again.
This is not a scar that can be caused artificially.
Not a sharp weapon, or a fierce flame.
Instead, it was struck by lightning.
People often say that when a person commits a sin, the heavens will send down thunderbolts to punish the guilty person. Even many people like to say "five thunderbolts" when they swear. The Taoist Five Thunderbolt Talisman also requires one's own righteousness to successfully learn it.
Lightning strike is indeed one of the means of heaven.
Heaven and earth are not kind, but they also get angry sometimes.
The lightning strike destroyed the well-suppressing stone, rendering its original function ineffective.
Yan Shixun knew very well that no matter which evil ghost the well wanted to kill, it had now broken free from its original restraints and become a more powerful being, counterattacking completely with its resentment towards the human world.
Yan Shixun also remembered what Yang Tu told him about the reason why the village was renamed Jiazifen Village.
It can be speculated that the person who built this well knew very well what he was facing, and he was as ruthless as the master who changed the name of Jiazifen Village before.
Yan Shixun curled his lips and laughed silently and mockingly.
His colleagues... can see the world but cannot see the great way.
Some colleagues think that they can do nothing wrong as long as they put aside their brains and follow the rules of heaven and earth. They think that as long as they protect people and kill ghosts, they have completed their work.
However, beneath the surface, cause and effect are always flowing and circulating secretly.
Ghosts were once human.
It was a temporary obsession and resentment that kept them here and turned them into evil spirits lingering in the human world.
——Don’t ask the reason, just ask the camp.
Have those colleagues ever thought about what they should stick to?
Yan Shixun stood up slowly, half lowering his eyes as he looked towards the well, with mixed emotions in his eyes.
What happened in the past was a foregone conclusion, and even what he saw now was not reality. He could not prevent it before the cause happened, so he could only try to reverse the result.
For example - where is the evil ghost that was originally suppressed in the well now?
Yan Shixun, with his eyes lowered in thought, was out of place among the laughing villagers around him.
Yang Tu, who was standing aside and praying desperately that Yan Shixun would quickly resolve the matter and take him away, was looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar faces in the yard with trepidation.
They used to be his acquaintances and relatives, but that was half a year ago.
Just now, Yang Tu saw the bodies of many of them in every village house, lying in the mourning halls that had not yet been cleared, their faces were pale and stiff, and their bodies were rotting.
But now, they appeared in front of Yang Tu freely, wearing formal clothes, with happy faces, chatting and congratulating each other.
It looked no different from any ordinary wedding banquet in the village.
If the premise is that Yang Tu has not seen their bodies with his own eyes.
He wanted to call Yan Shixun and wanted to leave the yard as he couldn't bear it anymore.
But although he had not been with Yan Shixun for a long time, Yang Tu had already learned a lot and knew that if he acted rashly, it would only bring about wrong results or even kill them. Besides, no matter what he did, Yan Shixun could always bring him back when he was about to act.
Yang Tu no longer wanted to experience the feeling of being unable to break free from Yan Shixun's hands again. It would make him feel like a chick bitten by a vicious dog on the back of the neck. No matter how he flapped his wings, it would be of no use.
So just before he was about to speak, he remembered what Yan Shixun had told him, so he held back and kept his mouth shut. He took two steps forward, wanting to reach out and pat Yan Shixun on the shoulder to ask.
However, because he was so nervous, Yang Tu failed to see the road clearly and accidentally kicked the wooden box next to him.
"Bang!"
There was a dull thud of something heavy being kicked.
The villagers who were originally laughing and chatting suddenly paused, then became stiff and stunned, like a clockwork machine. Everyone turned their heads slowly and looked at Yang Tu, who made the sound, with expressionless faces.
The villagers who originally had festive expressions now lost their smiles. Their black and white eyes stared stiffly at Yang Tu, with two bright red blushes on both sides of their cheeks. However, their mouths, which had been raised before, had completely fallen down and pursed into a straight line.
Yang Tu was shocked by the gazes coming at him from all directions. His heart was pounding and sweat broke out all over his body.
——But before entering the yard, Yan Shixun warned him not to have too drastic emotional fluctuations, as that would leak too much yang energy, which would not only be detrimental to him, but would also attract more inhuman attention.
Yan Shixun almost immediately noticed that the atmosphere in the yard was not right. He turned around abruptly and saw Yang Tu, who looked panicked, standing next to the pile of wooden boxes containing betrothal gifts, and the villagers who were looking at him stiffly.
Discovered.
Yan Shixun's eyes darkened, and he made a prompt decision, grabbed Yang Tu and walked quickly towards the nearest room.
He kept his heartbeat and expression steady, his breathing calm, and showed no signs of being frightened or serious at all.
"Relax, Yang Tu."
Yan Shixun lowered his voice, his magnetic voice causing a low vibration: "Keep breathing, let your emotions return to normal, and don't look at those things."
For some reason, although Yang Tu was held by Yan Shixun, he felt an inexplicable sense of peace, as if with Yan Shixun by his side, he would not be so panicked and at a loss.
After Yan Shixun spoke, Yang Tu immediately seemed to have found his backbone. He followed Yan Shixun's instructions, slowly relaxed his breathing, and tried to calm his violent heartbeat.
Yan Shixun looked straight ahead, lowered his long legs calmly, walked quickly but not at all hurriedly through the yard, went straight to the door of the side room, stretched out his hand, and slowly pushed the door open.
The villagers' eyes followed the movements of the two people, and they kept their eyes on them no matter where they went.
After quickly scanning the dilapidated but seemingly temporarily safe scene inside the room, Yan Shixun decisively carried Yang Tu across the door, then closed the door with his backhand.
The half-rotten wooden door, which had long been eroded by wind and rain, slowly closed behind Yan Shixun, blocking out the dead and stiff gazes of the villagers outside.
With a "click", the door closed.
Yang Tu suddenly fell down exhausted on the dusty ground and it took him a long time to recover.
"Yan, Brother Yan, have I gotten into trouble again?" Yang Tu said with a trembling voice, regretfully: "I'm sorry, Brother Yan, I didn't mean it. I, I was just too nervous."
Yan Shixun glanced at Yang Tu from the corner of his eyes. He did not reach out to pick up Yang Tu, but walked forward with long legs and straightened a chair that had been overturned on the ground. After quickly wiping off the dust on it with a handkerchief, he sat down calmly, sitting on the old chair with a big horse and a golden sword, looking down at Yang Tu who was sitting on the ground.
Yang Tu kept apologizing and looked very guilty.
But Yan Shixun's attention was no longer on him, but turned to the room.
As soon as he opened the door, Yan Shixun keenly felt that there was a familiar aura in the room. But when he wanted to explore further, the aura disappeared.
It was as if someone had originally been sitting in this room, watching the bustling noise of gongs and drums outside with cold eyes, while he himself was in a dilapidated and dusty old tomb, almost blending into the dead silence and loneliness.
Until Yan Shixun pushed open the door, breaking the original balance, but also breaking the previous silence, allowing fresh air to rush in.
So the man stood up slowly, glanced at Yan Shixun coldly, turned around and left without saying anything more.
Yan Shixun would not regard that as an illusion. He was certain that there must be something in this room that could prove the existence of that person.
But when he closed the door and stood at the entrance looking inside, his eyes swept across the entire room, but he found nothing.
So Yan Shixun changed his angle.
He assumed that he was the person in the room just now, sat in the center of the room, and then looked around the room from this angle.
The room had not been lived in for many years. Even the tiles on the roof had corroded and fallen off, and there was dust and cobwebs everywhere.
The empty room with few pieces of furniture looked so shabby that it was not worth paying attention to.
But, this is not right.
Including this time, Yan Shixun has come to this courtyard three times in total, and he has already confirmed that this is the scene when Yang Duo got married.
After the first festive illusion, Yan Shixun saw the yard’s true appearance for the second time: it was overgrown with weeds and barren.
The third time, when he looked outside the yard and the main house, it was no different from the first time he came. There were still laughter and joy everywhere, and it was a peaceful and festive scene.
But when you push open the door, it's like the beautiful illusion is cruelly torn apart, revealing the ugly, corrupt but real interior.
But Yan Shixun couldn't help but ask - why is this room the only one that is so different from the others? Is there anything special about this room?
Yan Shixun frowned and carefully examined every corner of the room, trying to integrate the information conveyed by all the objects and reconstruct the truth.
The walls of the room were moldy and black, and there was only a small wooden bed against the wall, on which was a pile of what looked like a mattress that had long since rotted, turning burnt yellow and disgusting. Next to the bed, on the ground, there was a chamber pot, overturned in a pile of scattered straw.
This doesn't even look like a room, it looks more like a woodshed.
But soon, Yan Shixun suddenly realized something, and his gaze, which had already slipped away, suddenly became sharp and he looked back at the wooden bed.
etc!
There was actually an iron chain nailed to the wall behind the wooden bed.
Yan Shixun immediately stood up from his chair, walked quickly to the bed, bent down and checked.
Yang Tu's endless apology came to an abrupt end. He looked at Yan Shixun's actions in surprise and confusion: "Brother Yan?"
Yan Shixun didn't have time to pay attention to him. He just moved closer to the wall and stretched out his fingers to feel it carefully.
There was an iron ring nailed to the wall, connected to a one-meter-long iron chain, at the end of which was an iron ring that was only as thick as an adult woman's wrist, and now it was opened. Therefore, Yan Shixun could clearly see that the circle inside the iron ring was full of dark brown marks.
It was as if this iron ring had been buckled on someone's hand, firmly tying that person to the bed and the one-meter-long space next to it. The sharp and rough iron ring constantly rubbed the wrist, and the blood that flowed down accumulated in the iron ring, accumulating and oxidizing layer by layer, becoming uneven and covered with tiny bumps.
Every drop of blood was like the desperate but powerless resistance of the man who wanted to remove the iron ring and escape from the confinement, but was tied here like an animal and unable to break free.
I can only stand by the window day after day, looking at the narrow sky outside, becoming increasingly desperate and rotten.
The chains had long since become brittle under the corrosion of time, crumbling into powder at the slightest touch, and no longer possessed the deterrent power they once had. The people who had once been tied to them were no longer here, leaving only traces of blood on the bed and walls.
Because the wall had already grown mold due to years of leaking rain, and the bluish-black color almost covered the entire wall, Yan Shixun did not notice anything unusual about the wall at first glance.
It was not until now, when he got closer, that he discovered that the wall was uneven, and beneath the blue-black color, there were many large patches of brown bloodstains, and even many blood spots splattered on the wall.
However, after years of corrosion, the bloodstains have merged with the mold and the original appearance can no longer be seen.
But there were other things that were recognizable.
Yan Shixun's fingers, which were groping on the wall, paused, and his slender body, which was bent over, stiffened for a moment.
…The walls were covered with very shallowly carved words, one layer upon another, from the wall near the bed to a small wall nearby, everywhere.
Yan Shixun half lowered his eyes, concentrating on reading the message these messy strokes wanted to express from the uneven texture he felt under his fingertips.
At first, near the bed, the wall was covered with words like "Save me, help me call the police", "Let me go", "Devil, the devil is here again", "Uncle", etc. Judging from the location and height, it was almost as far as a person could reach when lying on the bed.
But when the text spread to the side, the content changed. It was mostly written like "Let me go home, my uncle is waiting for me, I want to go home", "Who will save me", "Why me!", "Go to hell, you will get retribution!" and so on.
The strokes became more and more messy, and the meanings of the words became more and more confusing and confusing. From between the lines, one could easily read the despair of the person who left these words, who was suppressed to the point of almost suffocating.
And around those strokes, some dark brown spots can be vaguely seen.
Considering the fact that the strokes were so light, Yan Shixun frowned and made a guess.
I'm afraid these words were all written by one person with his own fingertips.
Without any tools, he could only use the most primitive method to leave behind his own words, even if his fingertips were bloody.
Yan Shixun slowly stood up and continued to grope the wall within the one-meter range of the chain.
He soon discovered that there was more to it than words of despair and curses.
For example, mathematical formulas.
Yan Shixun was a graduate of the Finance Department of Binhai University, so he naturally knew what these formulas he read from the wall meant.
Gauss's formula, Taylor's derivation, Feynman's proof...
Large blocks of letters and formulas were written on the wall by someone many years ago.
It's like a tenacious self-rescue in despair, trying to pull one's collapsing spirit back from the edge of the cliff.
After a long period of depression and despair, the person trapped in this room chose to force himself to cheer up.
Perhaps that person still has unfinished business to do, or someone to wait for. Or perhaps that person has hatred deeper than his own despair, which replaces his beautiful expectations for the world and becomes the driving force that supports a life to continue.
And the things that one was most familiar with and loved the most are like a way to recall one's former self, from which one can draw strength again.
Remember who you are, where you come from, and what you must do.
At the same time, Yan Shixun also confirmed the identity of the person tied here.
——The cultural level of Jiazifen Village is very low. Except for some young people who have gone to primary school in recent years, looking back in time, except for some respected people in the tribe, most of the villagers are illiterate.
Not to mention writing so many mathematical formulas on the wall.
That was simply impossible for the villagers of the former Jiazifen Village.
This person could only be from outside the village and had a very high level of education and culture.
Yang Duo got married decades ago, and Yan Shixun assumed that this person appeared here several decades ago.
In that era when people could barely get enough food to eat, it was not easy for ordinary people to possess this knowledge.
Yan Shixun almost immediately thought of the conversation he had with the old police officer tonight.
The old police officer said that several decades ago, there was a case of trafficking of college students in Jiazifen Village.
The female college student who was abducted was named Jiang Yanran.
But in the end, the old policeman failed to rescue Jiang Yanran, and was even left with injuries and a lifetime of regret and guilt.
Without any hesitation, Yan Shixun confirmed his answer.
——Decades ago, Jiang Yanran, a female college student who was trafficked to the village then called Wangzi Village, was now living in Yang Duo’s home.
At that time, Yang Duo's family had only one male who was capable of getting married.
Yang Hua and Yang Duo's father, Yang Laosan.
When listening to the villagers chatting today, Yan Shixun also noticed that some people were talking about that after Yang Duo got married, Yang Laosan would have a new wife.
Now it seems that Yang Laosan's new wife was a kidnapped woman bought from outside the village. And the new wife he bought was Jiang Yanran.
"Yang Tu, you don't have to apologize, you didn't do anything wrong."
Yan Shixun's voice sounded low. He stood in front of the wall, his eyes fixed on the wall so cold and angry: "Have you ever heard that nothing in this world happens by chance, and everything is predicted by the great way of heaven and earth."
"Submitting to fate is your destiny, but resisting fate is also fate itself."
“When you think you’ve messed up something, who knows if it’s not a hint from heaven and earth, telling you that your destiny lies here.”
Yan Shixun's voice was very soft, almost as if he was talking to himself: "I can't predict the future here, so the heaven and earth put the predicted things in front of me and tell me, is this the truth...?"
"Or are the dead souls and their unwilling resentment making requests to the living, questioning whether the world is unfair?"
"Jiang Yanran, you want an answer, so I stood here and read the words you left here... What happened to you? Come on, tell me, let me help you."
Yang Tu was originally very touched by Yan Shixun's comfort and wanted to say something to blame himself. But he was soon confused by Yan Shixun's words, and his head was full of question marks, not knowing what Yan Shixun was talking about.
"Yan, Brother Yan, are you okay? Are you possessed by a ghost?" Yang Tu seemed to be about to cry because of his own guess: "Don't scare me, Brother Yan. If something happens to you, what will I do here alone?"
Yang Tu began his second round of guilt-ridden apologies and prayers, but Yan Shixun's attention had already shifted back to the wall, continuing to read the information left over from decades ago from the strokes.
Yan Shixun's fingers quickly moved along the wall and felt other words.
He slowly half-bent his long legs and followed the strokes all the way down to the wall hidden by the wooden bed.
Unlike other messy strokes, the words carved on the back of the bed board are much deeper and clearer. They should be something Jiang Yanran left behind carefully and solemnly.
It was also because of this that Yan Shixun was able to read the words quickly.
A trace of surprise flashed across his handsome and serious face.
That was Jiang Yanran's autobiography, which was clear and concise.
[I am Jiang Yanran, a student of Jingcheng University. I was abducted and trafficked here on my way to my internship unit. I was sold to Yang Laosan of Wangzi Village for ten yuan by the trafficker Yang Mian. I was forced to marry and have sex with Yang Laosan, and killed my uncle Jiang Cheng. I was forced to have a child, and I aborted it myself.
I hid a notebook on the beam of the house, which records what I experienced during the four years I was imprisoned in Wangzi Village. It is enough to prove the injustice I suffered in the past four years and the crimes committed by Wangzi Village. If anyone finds this notebook, please take it and seek justice for me!
When you find this notebook, I should be dead, my family is broken, and I have no way to repay your kindness. But please rest assured that even if I die, my soul will remember this incident and do my best to repay your kindness.]
Yan Shixun half-crouched in the corner, his slender fingers resting on the last stroke, without any further movement. His hair was scattered in front of his forehead, half covering his handsome face. His eyes were dark and sharp, like the stormy sea under the night sky, with raging waves and anger turning into sharp edges.
He was like a statue. The faint sounds of suona and laughter coming from outside the room could no longer disturb him. He was completely immersed in the old world.
Yang Tu remained sitting at the door of the room, staring nervously at Yan Shixun's back, not daring to breathe.
After a long time, Yan Shixun slowly raised his neck and looked towards the window next to him from this angle.
The cardboard on the paper-pasted windows had long since aged and turned yellow, dyeing the faint red light coming through from outside dim, as if it were a dusty corner left to rot, suppressing the heart to despair.
What was that girl thinking as she squatted there and calmly carved these words stroke by stroke?
Did she blame her uncle and others for not looking for her until her last moment? Did she know that someone never gave up looking for her, and persisted for decades despite being completely ignorant of her situation and facing many difficulties and adversities, and never gave up wanting to bring her home?
In the end, when she died alone in a strange and hateful place, what was she thinking in her last moments before her death?
Do you hate this village and this world?
In Yan Shixun's mind, there emerged the beautiful scene of Jiang Yanran's brilliant smile in the daytime today, the corner of her skirt flying in the air when she turned around, and holding flowers in her hands.
Then, the images were broken and transformed into a scene in a dim and simple hut, where a woman was sitting on the bed with her knees hugged, covered in wounds, her hands and feet were tied with iron rings, and she was treated like an animal. When the woman raised her eyes, the light in her once beautiful and bright eyes was gone.
There was only the dead silence of hatred.
Jiang Yanran...
Yan Shixun let out a long sigh in his heart.
He blinked his eyes to push away the moisture in the corners of his eyes.
Then, all the sighs and lamentations turned into firm vows.
Yan Shixun lowered his eyes and placed his slender fingers on the marks on the wall. It was as if he had crossed decades of time and the barriers of life and death, and was looking face to face with the woman who had squatted here and written seriously back then.
"I received your commission."
Yan Shixun's magnetic voice sounded low, deep but firm: "I came a few decades late and missed your life which should have been brilliant and beautiful. But after your death, this commission will still be valid. I will seek justice for you and angrily question the world on your behalf."
"Those who have been wronged will receive justice. Those who died out of hatred will have their souls at peace."
"Those who commit evil deeds will fall into the eighteen levels of hell, where they will suffer all kinds of pain and will not be able to attain rebirth."
Speak for the speechless and seek justice for those who died unjustly.
This is the job of a ghost exorcist.
Besides...
"I have received the reward." Yan Shixun chuckled: "I like the flowers you gave me very much."
The scattered hair blocked Yan Shixun's sharp eyes. At that moment, it softened his brows and made his eyes so gentle between the light and shadow.
"Jiang Yanran, I'm here to take you home."
…
[I will definitely take you home, you believe me, you wait for me!]
The girl blinked, feeling as if she had heard these words before.
However, decades are too long and hatred is like the sea, which has long destroyed rationality.
She forgot who had said this to her, and also forgot that person's identity.
But she knew that the man must have broken his promise.
Otherwise, how could she be alone in Jiazifen Village now, living with the person she hated day and night, unable to leave?
"Hey, Jiang Yanran, did you hear that man calling you?"
The girl appeared behind the girl with a smile and took her arm affectionately: "Did you do this on purpose? Do you want to leave us? That's why you gave him flowers."
Another girl giggled. "What a pity, he can't take you with him, Jiang Yanran. You have struggled for so many years, but what have you gained? We have seen your disappointment time and time again."
The girls came up to the girl, their smiles bright and innocent, without a trace of gloom.
"Give up, Jiang Yanran, no one will come to save you."
"We are the abandoned ones, we can only rot here and cannot leave."
"Let's die together forever. The world cannot be trusted, and everyone in the world is hateful. Only we are companions, and only we will be with each other forever."
"Those people deserve to die, Jiang Yanran, don't be fooled by men's sweet words. Have you forgotten how you came to Wangzi Village?"
…
The girl's smiling face turned cold. She lowered her eyes in disgust and shook off the arm that was wrapped around her. Then, she raised her head and looked towards the room in the yard not far away.
The focused gaze seemed to be looking through the walls and windows at Yan Shixun in the house.
She blinked and smiled brightly again: "Oh, good man Yan Shixun, don't make promises that you won't fulfill."
"I will take it seriously."
Jiang Yanran tilted her head and smiled beautifully: "Or, just to avoid disappointing me, I might as well kill you right here."
"Yan, Shi, Xun..."
She gently uttered Yan Shixun's name, enunciating each word slowly and tenderly.
Beneath the innocence, there is deep malice and resentment.
The girls also giggled and put their fingers in front of their lips to cover their lips. Their nails were bright red and sharp.
"Okay, little Yanran is still little Yanran, so cute."
"How about we come and help, and make those who dare to deceive us and hurt us stay here with us, and not be able to leave here even a step."
Suddenly, the girls' laughter stopped abruptly, as if they had seen something terrifying, and it disappeared without a trace almost instantly.
The blood-red moonlight spread around Jiang Yanran.
The hem of the wedding dress slid across the rough stone slabs, and the delicate embroidered shoes walked silently on tiptoe.
Then, he stood behind Jiang Yanran.
"I know." Jiang Yanran smiled and whispered to the visitor, "I won't forget."
"In the beginning, I did have hope, but year after year, no one came to find me, no one came to help me, and all my expectations were dashed. So in the end, I gave up all unrealistic hopes, because of you, I saw the reality clearly."
Jiang Yanran's smile was brilliant, and her eyes were as bright as a spring day.
"I want all of them to feel the pain that I have felt."
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