After a careful inspection, no unusual signs were found.
"Where did the bloodstain come from? Did you get too nervous and see it wrong?"
When he said this to Zhao Manxiang, his face was full of confusion.
Didn't see anything unusual?
Zhao Manxiang simply couldn't believe her eyes in this situation, so she turned back to look at the pieces of paper that she thought were problematic.
But no matter how hard he looked, there was no trace of the bloodstains that seemed to exist just now, as if they had never existed.
"But I just saw blood seeping out of those places..."
Zhao Manxiang still felt a deep sense of fear and uneasiness in her heart, and she almost pleaded with the other party, "Please, please let me leave here as soon as possible. As long as you can help me leave safely, I can give you some money as a thank you."
After hearing this, the servant shook his head and said, "I must follow the instructions and dare not go against the Crown Prince's wishes. Even if you offer a large reward, it will not change my position. After all, disobeying the Lord's orders will bring unpredictable consequences."
"Then tell the prince that there are unclean things here and there are traces of blood. He will definitely agree to let me go."
At this moment, the woman had completely lost her sense of security and was unwilling to stay alone in this place anymore. She was afraid of any disturbance.
"But nothing has happened yet. Such an excuse will not convince the prince. Besides, this house has not been occupied for the first time, and we have never heard of any strange things happening. You only need to stay here for a day and then leave, and everything will be fine."
After saying this, he suddenly pulled back his arm, quickly turned the key, and locked the door tightly from the outside.
After shaking the cold metal door handle several times in desperation, she found that it was still of no use. Finally, Zhao Manxiang could only return to the empty room with deep loss, her face full of unwillingness and fear.
Seeing all kinds of stationery scattered in disorder on the ground, she couldn't help but shudder.
Like a person pushed to the edge of a cliff, she suddenly became extremely uneasy.
So he began to pick up all the objects scattered on the ground and threw them into the burning candle flame one by one until all the objects were engulfed by the flames and turned into gray-white residue.
As the stationery gradually burned out, tiny wisps of dust filled the air, like countless dancing butterflies, floating gently in the dim space.
At this moment, the originally gentle candle flame suddenly jumped up violently, almost burning Zhao Manxiang's fingertips.
This scene made her extremely angry and terrified. She screamed hysterically, "How dare you hurt me with just a little spark?! This is simply too much!"
Her voice was filled with anger and resentment.
But not long after, the blazing fire seemed to understand her rebuke and miraculously subsided, returning to its previous calm and gentle state. The whole process was incredible and the reason was difficult to explain.
Everything in front of me is so bizarre and completely beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
After experiencing this series of incredible things, Zhao Manxiang's mood became even more complicated and incomprehensible...
When night fell and the moonlight from outside the window poured into the house, the exhausted Zhao Manxiang was finally ready to put everything aside and have a good rest.
However, at this moment, a human silhouette was reflected on the window glass. The silhouette was dressed in a white robe and was particularly eye-catching in the darkness.
She was so scared that she quickly closed her eyes, trying to escape the possible danger in this way, but she could still clearly hear the faint low crying coming from the distance.
"My life... My life..." The voice seemed to be speaking of an irresistible force.
Is this wronged spirit going to collect debts from her?
This thought kept echoing in Zhao Manxiang's mind, as if an invisible hand was tightly grasping her heart, making her feel a fear and powerlessness she had never felt before.
"Get out! Get out of here, everyone!"
Zhao Manxiang shook her head vigorously, as if doing so could get rid of the voice that was making her breathless.
Her face was pale, her forehead was covered in cold sweat, and her eyes revealed extreme panic and helplessness.
When the night watchman heard the noise and rushed to check, he saw no one by the window.
The entire room was so silent that there wasn't even the sound of wind, let alone the presence of any unidentified objects or ghosts.
It's really empty!
The night watch servant looked around with lingering fear. Although he didn't see anything unusual, he still didn't dare to be careless. After all, this was one of the places in the mansion that was considered to be most prone to supernatural events.
The servant stepped forward again and whispered to her, "Miss, this is just your illusion. Nothing will happen, please don't worry."
When he said these comforting words, he was actually not completely sure in his heart.
After all, who knows what will happen this night?
Faced with such a gloomy, terrifying and extremely depressing environment, Zhao Manxiang felt that her heart was about to reach its limit.
Every breath seemed like a huge struggle, and the whole person seemed like he would collapse at any moment.
The disgusting smell in the air and the faint whimpering sounds coming from all directions made her more determined to escape.
The next morning, after breakfast, Qingti found Wen Zhu and said solemnly, "Did you know? Zhao Manxiang has been ill and bedridden since last night. She has a persistent high fever and keeps mumbling something."
Sometimes she claimed to have seen bloody handprints appear on the scriptures she was copying, terrifying those around her. Other times, she claimed to have seen the pale figure of a woman in white floating outside the window, looking particularly eerie and frightening in the darkness. Sometimes she spoke of small, moving flames emitting a faint blue light—will-o'-the-wisp. Once, she even claimed that the ancestral tablets in the ancestral hall had moved on their own and tried to strangle her, nearly suffocating her.
"How did it become like this?"
After hearing this, Wen Zhu's face was full of disbelief.
However, deep down, she knew the true meaning behind the so-called 'blood palm print'.
In fact, only Wen Zhu knew the truth behind the bloody palm print.
She knew there was a herb called turmeric, which has the properties of promoting blood circulation, removing blood stasis, relieving pain and reducing inflammation.
And more importantly, if this medicinal material encounters alkaline substances, it will change to red.
So, one day, when no one was paying attention, she deliberately sprinkled a very fine and even layer of turmeric powder on the rice paper used to copy the scriptures.
In this way, the original light yellow paper surface conceals the fact that the color change may have occurred.
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