The square table made of yellow pear has a smooth surface like a mirror, and the curved four feet are carved with intricate ornamentation.

On either side of the square table sat a man and a woman.

The man has a straight nose and square eyebrows, a wide sleeve in his dark clothes, and supports his forehead with his hands, with three points of laziness.

The woman sat upright with long eyebrows and sideburns, her eyes lowered, her white clothes like snow, and she seemed to be thinking about something.

What a couple.

If only there wasn't that dagger on the square table among them.

The dagger was still in its sheath, and even the handle was no more than a foot long.

The small brass incense burner in the corner burned a thin stick of incense, curling and exuding a vague smell, which suddenly went out without wind, and even the last trace of ethereal fading away.

The man in Xuanyi also lost his patience, sat up straight, frowned slightly, and said coldly: "What do you mean by being so rubbing?!" Anyway, they've all died once, so if you want to die, be happy! This dagger sharpens iron like clay, and it is guaranteed that you will go happily, and you will not be hanged first, you will die, and you can still breathe your breath! ”

The woman in white stroked the red marks on her neck, and she was so angry in her heart.

What the hell is this? Wear it, there was nothing in the world in the past that made her particularly nostalgic, but can you dress smartly?

It is understandable to wear it on the dead, after all, the living themselves still have souls, and it is not easy to take them directly. However, can you not immediately face the situation of having to die again?

It's troublesome enough to force someone to die again with a knife in front of you, can you make me talk properly? Now this body is swollen from hanging and its throat is so swollen that it can't even say a word, okay?

Speechless, how can I figure out the situation? How to get rid of dying again?!

The man in Xuanyi knocked on the table impatiently, pushed the dagger at the woman again, and said: "The people in your courtyard have been resolved, and when you look back, you only say that you are depressed and depressed, and it will not affect your reputation." ”

The word solution seemed very indifferent in his mouth.

Lin Hui's heart moved, it seemed that the matter of the original owner was related to the name.

It's not a way to be so relatively speechless, Lin Hui reached out and took the dagger.

In any case, it is better to have an offensive weapon in your own hands.

The man in Xuanyi didn't feel threatened at all, but showed a satisfied and relaxed expression, probably thinking that Lin Hui's move meant that he accepted his proposal, stood up and said, "I'll arrange for someone to come and clean up tomorrow morning." ”

The so-called cleaning up is probably collecting the corpse.

Looking at the man who Shi Shiran walked away, Lin Hui felt that the most suitable position for this dagger was to insert it on the person's back.

The courtyard was quiet, and there was no one moving as far as the eye could see.

Lin Hui didn't have the energy to think about the situation of those who were "solved", so she moved her legs and feet and walked into the inner room.

The room was a typical boudoir, rather messy, with a high stool crooked on the floor, and a long white silk strip thrown on the stool.

The four-poster bed of rosewood, engraved with a pattern of happy eyebrows, is simply a satire on the fate of the original owner.

Lin Hui sat on the bed and sorted out her current situation.

's father died and her mother got married, this is a portrayal of Lin Hui's previous life. Her father died early, leaving almost no traces, and her mother had little connection with her distant marriage, and Lin Hui grew up with her grandmother since she was a child.

After the blow of the departure of her parents and her grandmother living in the sparsely populated mountains, the young Lin Hui did not speak for several years in a row, falling into a state of autism, and spent most of her time reading or painting every day.

Her paintings are abstract and blurry, with no specific content, but after looking at them for a long time, they can make people fall into inexplicable emotions.

Instead of taking her around for medical treatment, her grandmother persistently kept getting needles on her every day.

Grandmother is a special person.

Grandmother doesn't talk much, but her eyes are bright, which makes people feel like they have nothing to follow in front of her. What Lin Hui admires the most is that her grandmother's actions are soothing, and she doesn't look in a hurry, as if she is slow, no matter what happens, it is very appropriate in a blink of an eye.

At the age of eight, Lin Hui finally got better, no different from a normal child, but looked more calm.

When she was twelve years old, Lin Hui learned that her grandmother was the sixth generation of Jiuxuan Needle.

After that, she became the seventh generation herself.

Thanks to years of self-isolation and introspection, Lin Hui found that the Yuan Qi Channeling Technique that must be cultivated to use the Nine Xuan Needles was very simple and easy for him, and he quickly reached the state of Xiaocheng.

However, my grandmother strictly demanded that she must be successful in acupuncture before she can practice medicine.

The heart of the doctor's parents, human life is a matter of heaven, and he cannot be sloppy.

Lin Hui went to medical school in college, and it is good to combine Chinese and Western culture.

It's a pity that although the results are very good, but in the era of fighting for the father's face, the father has no father, and the face is not enough, so in the end he can only work in a rather small health center.

Today is the day of her grandmother's death, and a sad Lin Hui sits on the sofa and watches her boyfriend, a weapon fan, assemble a so-called "imitation" pistol. Of course, guns are forbidden, but the obsessed boyfriend gets some parts through some channels from time to time, no, after seven or eight messes, a pistol that looks like that is actually loaded.

"Look!" The boyfriend waved the "masterpiece" in his hand at Lin Hui with great interest.

Trumpet!

Lin Hui suddenly felt a pain in her heart, and before she could react from Mu Ran's state, her eyes gradually turned black and fell into boundless darkness.

Gun fans are risky, and you need to be cautious when making friends.

Lin Hui was speechless and found herself crossed.

is really "speechless", because of the original owner's hanging beam, his throat is so swollen that he can't speak at all.

Lin Hui reluctantly recalled that during the period, he didn't know when two sturdy women came, guarding the door like a god on the left and on the right.

Lin Hui pulled out the dagger, and it was really a good steel and a good knife edge!

She put the dagger under her pillow, and before she knew it, she fell asleep from the exhaustion of her soul and the hesitation of not knowing what to do.

Someone rudely pulled her hair and tried to pull her off the bed.

"What are you doing?!" Lin Hui shouted angrily.

Hey? It's time to speak. Lin Hui was taken aback.

The woman who pulled her hair was even more surprised than her, and immediately let go of her hand and took several steps back, her lips trembling for a long time before she exclaimed, "Madame is not dead again?" ”

What does it mean to be "again" not dead?! Coming to collect the body so soon?

Lin Hui raised her head and found that the window paper was white, and it turned out to be dawn.

The woman, who was about to be buried, turned around and ran.

The two door gods were also gone.

Lin Hui hurriedly packed up her things.

Dagger, in the bosom.

jewelry, in the bosom.

Silver, put it in your bosom.

……

Uh, I can't put it in my arms.

"Looks like you're not going to die?" A man's mournful voice came from the door.

Lin Hui put down the sheet that had just been torn off in her hand and was about to wrap something, combed her hair, and took out the dagger from her bulging arms and held it in her hand.

"Yes!" Lin Hui's answer was simple and affirmative. "I'm really not going to die. Besides, why do you want me to die? ”

"When you're dead, things are much simpler, and I'm not interested in putting the daughter of a criminal minister as a wife." The man is very direct. "Don't you really value the festival? When your father was still in power, it was just that you and my carriage collided, and he helped you by mistake, so you had to marry me. This time someone was used to do it, how can you still endure it? ”

The daughter of a criminal minister.

It doesn't seem to be going well. However, Lin Hui has become habitually numb to bad news.

"Isn't it very easy for you to find someone to kill me?" Lin Hui really feels that her physical fitness is very poor now, and she belongs to the type that is easy to be killed.

"Idiot!" The man looked at her coldly, "You were just a little bored before, it turns out that you still have a problem with your brain." ”

The man continued to talk idly, "You've read too many novels. Is it that simple to kill? Get? Who to look for? Let Zhang San make a move, is it still going to kill Zhang San? Let Li Si and Wang Wu kill Zhang San, do you still have to kill Li Si and Wang Wu? How can you let the handle be in someone else's hands! Even if I do it myself, I always need someone to deal with the aftermath, and things can easily get more and more troublesome, of course, it is best if you are willing to die yourself. ”

Well, it seems that killing a person is more troublesome than you think.

Finally, there is good news.

Hehe, it's easy if you don't do it.

"Let's talk about it." Lin Hui slowed down her tone by two points, and barely squeezed out a smile, "It's better for you to directly announce that I'm dead, why bother letting me really die." ”