"It's not a big deal. Juanya shook her head, her face a little strange. "We have a custom here that if you put your bed directly opposite the door and sleep with your feet facing the door, you will make the man you like die for yourself. ”

"It's that simple?" Qiu Yan was surprised, looking at her suspiciously, and her words were full of half-believing. "Then why were you so surprised?"

There was a look of pain in Juanya's eyes. "I'm just surprised that my sister would believe such a legend. ”

"What about the white jade bracelet?" Qiu Yan always felt that this little girl's words were not true, and continued. "I said it was originally on your sister's left hand, why did you want to come here right away?"

"It has something to do with that legend. Juanya gently closed the door and motioned for Qiu Yan to go up to the second floor, but Qiu Yan didn't notice the strange flickering in her eyes. "Wear a white jade bracelet on your wrist and you can get a double effect. ”

"What kind of custom is this, why is it so strange?" Qiu Yan couldn't help but sarcastically.

Juanya stopped suddenly, she stretched out her hand to stop Qiu Yan, and her voice was a little cool. "Liang Qiuyan, I want to guard my sister alone tonight, you rest early, my sister was very withdrawn when she was alive, I think she doesn't want to be disturbed by an outsider after she dies!"

"When did you become so polite?" Qiu Yan snorted lightly, and his tone began to stiffen.

"Just when I beg you. Juanya suddenly opened the door of the guest room, pushed Qiu Yan in, quickly closed the door, took out the key, and locked the door.

Qiu Yan was shocked, and he didn't expect Juanya to come to this hand, and slammed the door hard and shouted. "Hey, what are you doing, let me out!"

Through the rather large keyhole, Qiu Yan saw her leaning her back gently against the opposite wall, sighing. "No matter what happens tonight, I hope you don't come out, I don't want to bother you!"

"That's right. Turning around suddenly, Juanya smiled gently at Qiu Yan, with a smile of tiredness and sadness. "Thank you, in fact, I really wanted to die by the river that day, but after seeing you, I didn't have the courage. Heh, how nice it would be if we could have met sooner?"

She shook her head bitterly while laughing, tears gradually flowing from her eyes. Crystal clear, but the corners of the mouth still have a crescent smile. "Goodbye, this time it's really goodbye. ”

Watching her figure disappear at the end of the hallway, Qiu Yan angrily began to kick the door. What the hell, talking as if life and death are parting, what a wayward little girl, she doesn't ask me, she excludes me arbitrarily about everything, she knows she doesn't know who I am!

"What the hell, doesn't it mean that the quality of the goods is getting worse and worse!, why is the quality of this door so good!" The gray-coated walls seemed to be able to grab a few handfuls of powder with your hands, and the babbling windows blew in a few wisps of cool breeze from outside the house, Qiu Yan looked at the redwood doors decorated with the rafters, and scolded incoherently. "The guys who make this door are really, do they understand what a door is? The meaning of the door is to guard against gentlemen, you might as well be villains!" After a while, the mind began to cool down gradually. Qiu Yan slapped his head, what are you doing here with brute force, don't you know how to open the lock!

If it weren't for the desperate reminder of reason, now is not the time for self-reflection, otherwise you should really give yourself a slap in the face! Qiu Yan pulled out Sanmei from his waist and shook it off, the cold blade glowed with a cold luster in the moonlight, and in less than two clicks, he broke the shackles and ran downstairs like a fly.

Juanya was not in the hall, and Hu Xinrui's body on the mourning platform was also missing, the dim mourning hall was empty, the door of the hall leading to the outside was half-opened, and the cold wind was blowing 'crunch' swaying, and then it was a silent night outside, Qiu Yan was thinly dressed, and couldn't help but shiver, and slowly walked to the front of the mourning platform.

The white cloth that had originally covered the corpse was thrown to the ground by twisting indiscriminately, and Qiu Yan picked it up and saw a large patch of scarlet liquid, which smelled of blood! Whose blood? Could it be Juanya's? What happened to her? Qiu Yan looked around nervously, and suddenly found a black cat lying on the ground not far from the spiritual platform.

The cat was no longer breathing, but it still had a body temperature, and it appeared to have just died.

Who was so cruel that he would cut the cat's throat with such a blunt thing? Qiu Yan examined its uneven incision, as if he had seen with his own eyes that the cat was dying, constantly dying, enduring severe pain and watching his own blood flow out of his throat.

Suddenly, Qiu Yan suddenly felt something quietly coming behind him, and a chill suddenly surged up on his back, but his body seemed to be disobedient, his mouth became dry for some reason, and his body gradually lost his strength and was a little shaky. Fear, endless fear consumes the mind like darkness.

.....

In his ears, there was a loud sound from time to time, Qiu Yan woke up from his sleep in a daze, the dazzling sunlight poured down through the screen window scatteredly, and his hazy eyes rolled around, and he found himself lying in the guest room on the second floor, the door was quietly closed, as if he had experienced a ridiculous dream last night.

Qiu Yan propped himself up, but unexpectedly there was a sharp pain in the back of his head, he grinned in pain, and touched it with his hand, and it was a bulge the size of half a palm! Sure enough, everything last night was definitely not a dream, and he was indeed attacked in the hall, but who carried him back to the guest room and tidied up, could it be Juanya?

Qiu Yan's spirit was shocked, and he jumped off the bed and went straight to the hall.

It was from the hall where many villagers had gathered, and Juanya's mother was crying loudly on the altar, muttering something in her mouth.

When the villagers saw Qiu Yan, they all fell silent, and they watched expressionlessly, and there seemed to be some kind of unfriendly emotion in their eyes. In order to ease this atmosphere a little, Qiu Yan moved his steps and smiled, and said softly with a slight apology. "Here, what's going on?"