"In the middle of the night, why do you want to go to a stranger's house?" Canghai seems to be talking to the roses.

Rose looked up at him, "He's not a stranger, he's, he's mine, friend." ”

Qin Zhong walked to the side of Canghai: "Boss Cang, forget it, she won't listen to what you tell her now, go in first." ”

As soon as she heard that she was going to enter Guojiazhuang again, Rose immediately shook her head like a rattle: "I won't enter, it's all about unjust soul roses, so I won't go in." Zhu'er, let's go back to the auspicious pavilion to live. ”

"Rose, what are you making a fuss about, do you know what a woman will say when she goes to a man's house alone to drink?" Canghai frowned.

"Say whatever you like! I don't care! Rose said angrily.

Qin Zhong walked to the two of them to play a round between the two of them: "Okay, don't argue." Rose girl, go out and tell us in the future, it's not safe for girls to drink less alcohol outside. ”

"Yes." Rose agreed, turned around and left, but unexpectedly stepped on a stone again, so angry that Rose scolded, "There are stones everywhere, go against me, you deserve to be trampled to death." ”

Canghai sighed: "Zhu'er, you can help her, she is too drunk." ”

Zhu'er came over and held the roses and brought them to Guojiazhuang. Rose struggled to go in, and Canghai said fiercely: "Don't make trouble, I'll carry you into the acupoint if you make trouble again." ”

Rose was so angry: "Let me tell you, there are dead bodies buried under the Xiao walls of the Guo family, and the layout of their house is called ......"

"Shut up!" Canghai interrupted Rose's words, and there was no smile on her face, so Rose didn't bother to scold, so she naturally complied.

Back at the place where she lived, Rose slouched on the bed and slept under the quilt, leaving the three of them aside.

"Sister Rose, get up." Pearls come and shake the roses.

Rose waved her hand away impatiently: "Even you want to teach me a lesson, are you annoying?" ”

"No, Sister Rose." "It's not your room, it's the boss's room." ”

"Oh," Rose scrambled to her feet, making an excuse, "you didn't pull me in. ”

"Sister Rose, you have to come in." Pearls explained with a wry smile.

Suddenly, another scream was heard in the distance.

Almost at the same time, Qin Zhong put his toes on the window frame a little and rushed out.

Canghai still sat on the bed and stared at the rose hatefully, exuding endless resentment like Sadako.

"Boss, what's wrong with you?" Rose asked, puzzled.

"Sister Rose, your saliva just now flowed onto the boss's pillow." Zhu'er whispered from the side.

Rose opened her mouth in embarrassment: "Boss, I'm sorry." ”

The color on Canghai's face seemed to be deepening.

Rose continued to induce bitterly: "Don't be angry, boss, a teenager like you who reads sage books and does bestial things won't be so stingy, right?" ”

The corners of Canghai's mouth began to twitch violently, and his head began to bury himself in his arms. Could it be that his induction went wrong and caused Rose's current weird mental problems?

In order to express her great guilt for Canghai, Rose walked over and pushed him: "Boss, big hero, you don't want to save people?" ”

"Boss Cang, master, please come over." There's another person at the door.

"Zhu'er, you take care of the roses, I'll go over and have a look first." Canghai said and walked out.

Canghai and Qin Zhong didn't come back overnight, and Rose got up early in the morning and went out to find Fangcao Pavilion according to the impression in the illusion.

Rose arrived there to discover that the Yerba Herb Pavilion turned out to be a separate small courtyard. The gate of the courtyard was locked. The lock is covered with patina, it must have been locked for a long time. The road was paved with fallen leaves and weeds in front of the door, and there were two rows of small trees beside the road, and a few dead leaves were boringly whirling around the trees, reminding them that the rose was coming in winter. From the courtyard came the sound of the wind blowing the dead branches, as if a mournful woman was weeping bitterly. The only thing that was alive in the whole place was the grass on the wall, which occasionally swayed in the wind, and the green on its body was particularly pleasing in this gray and yellow place.

It seems that he has to go in, and he made up his mind that the rose luck dantian was on tiptoe, grabbed the edge of the wall with both hands, and swung into the courtyard again.

The yard was even more depressed, and the half-man-tall withered grass took over the entire yard. There are still a lot of dead branches and leaves on the ground, and the clatter sound of stepping on them is very scary, especially the roses that have experienced hell are even more terrifying to hear. But Rose still had to find clues to the linen map that Wan'er had left behind, so she had to look around.

The corridors in the courtyard were covered with cobwebs, and a few broken lanterns were strangely fixed between the pillars and the beams by the cobwebs, eroded by the wind and turned white, and the original color could not be seen. The room was similarly locked, and the lonely door looked at the rose as wordlessly as a mute. Rose picked a dead branch and swept the cobwebs, and walked out into the hallway, which was covered with a thick layer of dust, and stepped on a clear footprint.

Wan'er, if you really find that sackcloth around here, please hurry up and give me the illusion, Rose hypnotizes herself as she walks.

The person who drew the map at that time must have lived near the Yerba Grass Pavilion, and he couldn't draw the map for a while. Since he has lived for a while, he should be free in the Guo family, so why can't he let the Guo family's servants take him out and draw this unique map? Is it also like Wan'er who wants to escape?

Through the hole in the window, Rose carefully observed the interior of the room, which was empty and empty, and Rose could not help but be a little disappointed.

At this moment, the surroundings suddenly darkened, and the broken lanterns in the corridor began to light one by one. Immediately, the lights came on in the room, and the big lock that locked the door was gone. The clear footprints left by the roses in the corridor are also gone.

I don't know if it's a ghost or a fantasy this time, Rose swallowed nervously and clenched the dead branch in her hand.

The door squeaked, and a young woman with a good face held a boy of four or five years old in one hand and a bag in the other, first stretched out her head to look around, and then walked out cautiously. The child was quietly holding the young woman's neck at the moment, and there was a tendency to fall asleep.

The young woman looked around, took out a piece of linen cloth familiar with roses, and looked it up and down, probably to make sure that there was no mistake, and then she pressed the linen into her sleeve and hurried up.

Rose hurried to follow her.

Unexpectedly, the roses had only walked a few steps, and a few people suddenly flashed out of the circular doorway, and the woman's face immediately became snow-white, and a bean-sized cold sweat broke out on her head.

"Where are you going so late, my tenth lady?" The man in charge over there asked fiercely in a hellish voice.

The woman involuntarily retreated, and the sweat and tears on her face slid down together: "Let me go, let me go, I beg you, I still gave birth to a son for you." I won't tell anyone about this plum blossom formation of the Guo family, I swear. ”

The man slowly walked through the darkness, and the dull yellow light of the lantern reflected on his face like a layer of yellow wax, making him look disgusting. Rose saw clearly, he should be the middle-aged owner of Guo Zhuang.

"If you don't give birth to a child for the Guo family, how can you make a sacrifice?" After Guo Zhuang finished speaking in a strange way, his body suddenly moved, and after a gust of wind blew, he firmly grabbed the woman's throat. The woman's eyes were about to protrude, she moaned weakly, and pulled the iron tongs of the owner of Guo Zhuang with her hands indiscriminately.

The child also fell to the ground with the burden and began to cry: "Woo woo, mother, mother......"

"It's your blessing to be able to die for the Guo family, otherwise, why do you think I would buy you? Originally, I wanted to give you a comfortable way to die, but who told you to see Guojiazhuang's formation? No wonder me, you have to die. After Guo Zhuang finished speaking, I don't know what force was used, and the woman's body suddenly softened.

Master Guo Zhuang threw the woman to the ground, turned around and said coldly: "You two, get her to the main altar." ”

The woman lay on the ground, struggling weakly, stretched out her hand to the child on the ground, and cried out in a vague voice: "Child-" Tears of reluctance came out of her eyes.

The two family members walked up to her, and they were frightened by her tears, and looked at each other, but no one dared to do it.

"What are you doing? Do it? Master Guo ordered coldly.

The woman turned her head slowly, her eyes full of begging: "Take care of my child, please, he is also your son." ”

The owner of Guo Zhuang didn't look at her, but shouted to the two family members: "Why don't you still do it? ”

Only then did the two housekeepers bend down, one holding their heads and the other their feet, and carried the woman out.

"Child, my child......" The woman's indistinct voice grew smaller and quieter, and finally disappeared into the night.

Rose angrily ran up to the owner of Guo Zhuang and punched him in the face, but the fist passed through his head. In the illusion, the rose is just something like air, and no matter what he does, the rose is powerless to stop it.

Another man walked up to the child: "Big brother, what should I do with this child?" It's five years old, you haven't named him yet, why don't you give it to your sister-in-law to raise, I think this child has good bones, and I'll teach him in the future. ”

Rose saw clearly, and the man who spoke was the man who often wore dark green clothes with a high status in Guojiazhuang.

"Mother, mother, I want mother, uncle, I want mother." The child grabbed the corner of the dark green man's shirt and cried pitifully.

The owner of Guo Zhuang walked out of the door without looking back: "I can remember at the age of five, let's kill it." ”

The man in dark green clothes was a little surprised: "Big brother, he is your son." ”

"He was born to a woman in the Qinglou, and I never admitted it. Besides, what should I do with him, waiting for him to settle accounts with me later? How can the blood of the Guo family be mixed into the blood of these lowly women? Master Guo did not hesitate.

The man in dark green clothes was full of helplessness, he slowly squatted down and wiped his tears for the child: "Child, uncle will send you to see your mother in a while." ”

"Ah Shui." The owner of Guo Zhuang suddenly stopped.

"Huh?" The man in the dark green shirt looked up hopefully.

"It's troublesome to bury him headfirst down after he gets killed." After Guo Zhuang finished speaking, he continued to walk forward.

Rose angrily pinched the dead branch in her hand, eager to knock the head of the owner of Guo Zhuang up, he was so vicious, he wanted to let his child not be born.

But then, Rose watched in horror as the man in dark green put his big hand on the child's face.

"Stop!" Rose wanted to shout, but couldn't.

The child's mouth and nose were covered by him, and he began to make a strange whimpering sound.

Suddenly, the hand of the man in dark green clothes retracted like an electric shock, he gasped for breath, and after a while ordered a family member next to him: "You do it, don't bury it head-down." With that, he stood up and walked out.

Rose told herself that it was just an illusion, and that she couldn't save the child if she stayed, so she followed the man out. I didn't expect to walk to the round arch and be hit by something in the air, but when I think about it, Rose's body is still in the real world, where the door is locked. So the roses went out again in the manner in which they came. In just a few moments, the man was far away from the rose. Rose hurried after him, but after turning a few strange walls, the others were gone.

After looking around the neighborhood for the roses, they still found nothing, as if they had suddenly evaporated from the world, and if they continued to look for them, they would probably get lost. Just as Rose was about to give up, she suddenly saw a strange yellow color under a large Xiao wall next to Rose, and hurriedly looked down. After seeing it clearly, Rose's heart jumped wildly, and the yellow turned out to be the corner of the yellow linen. And most of the sackcloth was pressed inside the Xiao wall. How could linen get into the walls that had been built for hundreds of years? Rose carefully lay on the ground and checked the bottom of Xiao Wall, and her thoughts suddenly became clear.

At this moment, a strange wind suddenly blew around, and then large snowflakes fell melodiously like paper money. Snowing? The snowfall seemed to have come specifically to give the woman a funeral, and it was miserable. Thinking of the woman who died tragically, Rose panicked. In the past three hundred years, how many innocent women have been devoured by this plum blossom array? Human desires are indeed the most terrible thing in the world, and for their own selfish interests, they would do such things.

In the blink of an eye, the fluttering snow turned into a drizzle, and then into the scorching sun......

Rose suddenly understood that the four seasons were rapidly changing in front of the rose. Rose's heart began to beat uncontrollably violently, and there was a feeling of weightlessness in her feet, which frightened Rose firmly against the wall. Thankfully, it wasn't a long experience, and after about two minutes, it began to rain heavily, and the seasons finally stopped changing.

When this illusion really came to a try, it stopped in the heavy rain. However, because there is no heavy rain in reality, no matter how heavy the rain is in the illusion, the rose is dry, which is a strange feeling.