The bones and the purple wind asked the pimple to ask the painting back, and the two of them unfolded the painting scroll at night and looked at it for several hours, the painting was an ancient cave in the cliff, and the stream that came out of the hole flowed into the distance along the side of the road paved with stones, and the flower was above the stone crack in the cliff wall at the entrance of the cave, and the red leaves were like blood. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 InfoBoth of them felt that the painting looked familiar, and they soon remembered that the stone roads were similar to the roads near the stone bridge on their first trip. What is really unpredictable is those inscriptions, why do the poems on the painting scroll appear exactly the same as Xiao Hongchen's house? And this poem is not a sentence that has been circulated in the world and is worthy of being quoted everywhere. Could it be that the owner of this painting was confused by the world of flowers after going down the mountain, and abandoned Xiao Hongchen in a mess, and was killed by Xiao Hongchen in a rage? They think this plot is really nonsense, if this old case is really done by Xiao Hongchen, then she will be one hundred and forty or fifty years old now, which seems to be impossible.

The two of them were like a mess in their minds at this time, and the more they thought about it, the more they couldn't figure it out, and they decided to go to the place where Xiao Hongchen lived and the stone bridge to take a closer look, in fact, this seemed to be the only thing they could do at the moment.

Outside the village, Zifeng and Bones accidentally encountered a pimple, which must have happened in the village, and Pimple also wanted to solve the mystery of Qingshui jumping off the cliff, so he decided to come to the village to see it first, so the three of them walked to the depths of the village together. The village was still very quiet, and sometimes frightened grasshoppers came out of the grass and fled, and when they came to the courtyard where they laughed at Hongchen, the creepers on the courtyard wall were all withered, and the morning glory vines on the door frame were also thoroughly dead, and were turned into dead branches by the scorching sun, and all the grass and trees within a meter outside the courtyard were inexplicably dead, and the surroundings were scorched. The three of them walked into the courtyard, and there were still traces of the last burning on the ground of the courtyard, and the bones and purple wind looked at the place where Xiao Hongchen's bones were buried, only to see that the ground was slightly wet under the scorching sun, and the soil showed a darker color than the surroundings. The three of them stood in the courtyard, looking at each other, how to explain all this abnormality?

The three of them decided to pick up Xiao Hongchen's ashes first, and it can be seen that the withered area of the leaves is spread outward centered on the burial of bones, why is the ground where the bones are buried? And all the leaves around are dead? Without figuring out the cause of these strange events, Zi Feng felt that the next person to completely collapse would be herself, she went to the backyard to find a shovel to come out, and after a few shovels, they found that everything they had just seen had become so unsurprising compared to what they were about to see.

When they first dug down, the color of the soil became darker and wetter, and when they dug down, the color of the soil turned from black to red, and when they reached the jar where the ashes were kept, the mud turned as red as blood, and the wet water dripped, and the smell of fresh blood flowed down. The three of them opened the lid of the altar and looked inward, only to see that a jar full of ashes had turned into a small half of the altar of crystal clear water, swaying dazzling microwaves under the sunlight.

Pimple had never seen the power and horror of Xiao Hongchen, his curiosity rose, and he wanted to put his hand into the altar, but the bone purple wind secretly screamed that it was not good, and he was waiting to stop it, but it was too late. As soon as the pimple's fingers touched the water, the whole person fell backwards, and when Zifeng stepped forward to catch her, he saw that there was a black-green line faintly on the knuckle fingertips, which began to spread very slowly to the wrist. Seeing this, the bone pulled out the hairpin on his head, and with a wave of it, he cut through the pimple finger, and squeezed out a stream of dark black blood downward, and slowly the black blood turned red, and the bone still refused to stop, regardless of whether the pimple was dead or alive, and deepened the wound from the finger along the black-green blood line to the wrist, and kept squeezing it, the blood of the pimple in the ground was mixed with the red mud that flowed out of the mud, and it was almost impossible to distinguish which was blood and which was mud.