The word tragic death exploded in Su Qianruo's ears like a thunderbolt.

Wei Jingheng still held the Huasheng in the shallow village hugging the mansion and Zhang Combing removed it for her.

When Mo Li forcibly fell asleep, she said that she had Wei Jingheng's obsession on her body, and asked her to return the obsession to Wei Jingheng and let him go with peace of mind.

"What the hell are you talking about? Who died tragically? Su Qianruo shook Wei Jingheng, and his nails dug into his flesh.

Wei Jingheng caught the blood he coughed up with his hand, and a strange light flashed in his eyes, "Su Qianruo, I feel guilty for affecting your Su family." Taifu is dead, and I've been looking for you, but... Later, I received a letter from Uncle Wang and went... Went to... Ruyi Fang... Later, later... Finally saw you, Ruyifang burned, you and I hit the wall with chairs, and Mo Li took us out? … You, why are you suddenly seventeen... Wrong... This! ”

His ears gradually began to ooze blood, Mo Li stood in the air, and said anxiously: "Su Qianruo, I beg you, please keep Wei Jingheng." Give him back the obsession, give it back to him! His spirit is already in chaos, and if it's too late, it will be gone! ”

When Su Qianruo heard this, he saw that Wei Jingheng's face was getting worse and worse, and he panicked in his heart, and shouted at the sky: "Tell me, what should I do!" ”

"Thy blood, seal his seven orifices with thy blood, and anoint them. Also, Su Qianruo, if you see something for a while, don't be too sad, if the mind is broken, you and he will be distracted. Mo Li locked Lan Qing with the gas machine, turned his head to Su Qianruo and said slowly.

Su Qianruo couldn't take care of a lot. directly bit his finger and wiped it on Wei Jingheng's face, and wiped it again and again, for fear that the blood would not work. can't seal his soul.

Zhang Combing died in front of her eyes, and she didn't want to see Wei Jingheng scatter for her again.

The autumn rain was continuous, gloomy and cold, falling drop by drop, soaking Su Qianruo's collar, and the neck was cold and cold.

"Is it raining?" She winced and looked up. Look at the sky.

Inexplicable cold.

The courtyard in the distance flickered, and the familiar lintel and black and gold characters came into view. Asano...

Yes. Asano, when I first heard the name, I felt very familiar.

On the moonlit night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, she also fell into her grandfather's mind, that autumn rainy night. The courtyard where tragedy has happened. It's called Asano.

It's just that the memory is too painful, so she can't remember it in time.

Thinking of Mo Li's reminder and Wei Jingheng's previous tragic death, Su Qianruo instinctively didn't want to get close to this courtyard.

Thoughts slowly unsealed inch by inch, like breaking the ice, any retreat seems meaningless, although what happened in the mind is real, it is already in the past.

It's not that she can't see it if she doesn't want to see it. Close your eyes. That scene will also be vivid.

The lights lit up the courtyard as bright as day, and many of the lamps were splashed with flowing red liquid. The blood-colored lamp shone a touch of coldness, but from a distance, it was still dotted with stars and was particularly beautiful.

In the middle of the courtyard, there is a wheelchair, and on the chair sits a man in his fifties dressed in black wisps. There are the most lights here, and they are extremely bright and transparent. The surrounding light is clear and visible.

Su Qianruo stood in the bushes, blood and tears flowed down, and the cold rain and strong wind kept hitting her, blowing the blood that had just flowed on her face into a cold line.

She looked at the man's hands on the handlebars on either side of the wheelchair, knuckles distinct and white.

A drop of sweat slid down the forehead of the middle-aged man in front of him, dripping onto the body of a knife as thin as a cicada's clothes in his hand, and the other half of the blade was embedded in the flesh and blood of the arm of the man in the wheelchair.

The knife was fast, and pieces of flesh were cut off.

A man lying in a wheelchair not far from the bloody body propped up his head and shouted at this side miserably: "Let go of Taifu!" ”

Su Qianruo crossed her hands in front of her chest, only to feel that the extremely cold qi between heaven and earth rushed into the cracks of her bones, freezing so much that she just wanted to shrink into a ball.

At the sound of the cry of blood, she abruptly stood to her feet and stumbled toward the courtyard.

Brushing away the beads of blood that had blinded her eyes, she finally saw that the black object covering the old man's body was, a fishing net that had been tightly wrapped around him and then tightly pulled by four people.

The fishing net was tightly squeezed into his body, and every piece of flesh was outlined by the mesh, and a special knife with a cold light shimmered tremblingly and fell, slowly cutting off, and the skin and a thin layer of flesh and blood fell down like leaves swept by the autumn wind.

The wriggling humanoid on the ground, who had been stripped of his flesh and blood first, and only a layer of fascia and white bones was left on his body, suddenly rushed over like a blood-colored lightning, and the cold light flashed in his hand.

"It's good to go!"

Blood spurted out.

The red autumn rain sprinkled on Mrs. Su's chest, spreading along the lines of the fishing net, and it was a poignant red. The red maple leaves that were knocked down by the cold wind fell down one by one, and the fish intestine sword fell to the bluestone ground, emitting a crisp golden iron whisper.

Blood-red flowers bloomed on the ground, flowing into the distance on top of each other.

She knew that this was in the past and something that had already happened, but she still wanted to rush in, and the invisible barrier was in front of her, and the scene where the Mid-Autumn Festival came to an abrupt end continued.

The gate of the Qianzhuang courtyard was broken down, and the blue-clothed young man stepped on the moon, like a god and demon, carrying Su Taifu, who had lost his vitality, and kept running through the jungle.

The rain wet his eyelashes, and Su Qianruo heard his low cry of sorrow, "Taifu... Tell me, where is the shallow hiding? I'll send her away for you and take her to a safe place. ”

Mrs. Su's body slumped limply on his back, swaying from side to side with his movements, silently.

In the woods on a rainy night, there was deep silence, and he carried Mrs. Su on his back like a lost lamb, bleeding all the way, most of which flowed from Mrs. Su's body, and some from under the dagger stuck in his waist.

"Taifu, my father died in prison, everyone said that he committed suicide in fear of sin, I don't believe it, I don't believe it!"

"What happened on the day of the autumn hunt? Why did all the evidence of the assassination of the grandfather point to the father? At that time, there were only three people present: grandfather, Uncle Ning Wang, and father. Can anyone tell me the truth? ”

"My father has always been benevolent and filial, and he never dared to disobey any of my grandfather's intentions, and it was impossible for him to assassinate him! Is it Uncle Ning? Did Uncle Ning do everything and then push it to his father? But why did my father commit suicide? ”

"Taifu, tell me, what should I do? Most of the important ministers in the court have been killed, and even you have been implicated in this. The city of Chang'an was full of blood, and the East Palace was also slaughtered... I escaped from the palace by the secret guards, and I rushed to save you... Wake up, Taifu! (To be continued.) )