Five watches.

The sunrise in the east corner, the glow is long, the morning light is everywhere, and there are chirping and cheerful birdsongs, which is the mood of winter at this time. At this hour, most of the servants and maidservants had already begun to work, and she walked merrily humming a little tune, carrying a wooden basin full of water in her hand, and walked around the corner of the corridor.

At this moment, an unpleasant stench came to my face.

It's like rotten eggs that have been left out for a long time, and it's like carrion after being exposed to the sun. The smell alone was enough to make her imagine what it would be like to be covered in flies and mosquitoes.

She put down the tub and followed the smell to the west behind the porch. That's where the servants and maids in the house go to the toilet.

The rustling sound of the soles of the shoes rubbing against the sand and gravel on the ground was clearly audible in this courtyard, and as soon as the sound sounded, a group of crows flew up from the door panel of the thatched house, fluttering the black feathers in the sky, and the black pressure flew in all directions, and the crows were frightened "ah" and "ah" and swooped towards the sky, leaving a hoarse and mournful aftermath.

Dong'er stood in place for a long time and didn't dare to move, for fear that the ominous black crows would pounce on her, and after the strange crows flew away, she patted her chest with palpitations, and looked at the door panel that had been knocked open by the crows.

The flesh-colored skin was crumpled and spread out on the ground, and the limbs could still be vaguely distinguished, the cyan clothes had been pecked by crows, and the outermost layer of flesh was slightly torn outwards with red blood stains, revealing a blurred texture, and the torn pecking marks cut the slightly white skin into pieces.

A section of purple veins on the back of the hand was also deliberately taken out, about the length of a palm, with several tiny blue-purple veins intersecting - if the crows had not been scared away, they would probably swallow this vessel, just like a person eating longevity noodles, and keep ......

A burst of sour water poured out of her stomach and blocked her throat, and she wanted to shout for help, but she opened her mouth in horror as if she had lost all her voice, and she couldn't make a sound.

For some reason, her eyes could not be removed from the skin, or rather, her eyes were fixed on two black holes in her distorted features—where there should have been a pair of eyes as large as hers, but now there was only one left, shriveled and glued to the ground next to the corpse.

So the question arises - where is the other eyeball?

Dong'er's legs were weak, her legs were shaking, and finally with difficulty, she took a small step back, but it was this step that made her whole heart half cold.

She heard a "snap".

It's the crunchy, bubble-popping sound.

She slowly moved her feet—

A shriveled, black-and-white eyeball was glaring at her fiercely!

The wind moved slightly.

Dong'er's eyes suddenly went dark, she lost her mind, and stood in place, not moving, like a puppet.

"Huh!"

With a light sound, a pair of auspicious clouds common among monks stepped on the evil eyeballs unhurriedly, and crushed them very casually, accompanied by the movement of the feet, the dead skin bag actually wriggled wildly, and thousands of flesh-colored insects struggled and surged in the flesh.

That horrible skin is a living creature!

The cuffs of the person who came shook slightly, and a golden flame flew out, and the skin was like a living person, and he shook the ground and wanted to dodge, but to no avail, the dazzling gold was stained with the strange thing, and when he saw the wind and grow, he swallowed the strange thing in the blink of an eye!

The strange flesh was eroded by the golden flames, and immediately twisted even more wildly, like a silent, mournful roar. The golden flame contained its own coercion, no matter how frightened and struggling it was, it could not resist, and finally it was all wiped out in the golden flame.

A wisp of black smoke quietly dissipated.

Naturally, people who come will not miss such a vision. The man squinted slightly, and sneered: "It turned out to be a mouse that couldn't be on the table, if I was ...... back then Hum! ”

In the middle of speaking, the man suddenly stopped talking, and did not mention the so-called "back then", but snorted disdainfully.

Before the words fell, the breeze rose again, and by the time the wind and the sound settled, the person who came had already disappeared.

……

Dong'er shook her somewhat confused head, she couldn't remember how she had come here, she didn't bother to think about it, and directly regarded the strangeness in her heart as her own memory confusion.

She hummed a little song again, picked up the basin of water and left.

Just as she came.

*

Haruki had a long nightmare.

She in the dream is not her.

Or rather, another "spring joy".

"Chunxi" has been drifting in a void of darkness, drifting over the years, and the world in which "she" exists is always a large patch of red and black.

"She" didn't know how long she had been wandering, and she didn't know how long it would continue until, "she" met a lot of "them" like "her".

"She" and "they" were in sympathy, and for a long, long time, they held on, and they depended on them - until all destruction came.

Purple corners, white sword qi, red tears, black blood, cyan soul......

Anger, screaming, despair, ruthlessness......

The wind and clouds surged, the waves were repeated, and the slaughter was endless......

Years and memories were intertwined in Haruki's mind, her eyes closed, her face full of hideous and crazy looks, her palms unconsciously fisted into claws, and her sharp nails slammed into the sheets.

Who are you?

Who are you?

Someone asked loudly.

Chunxi muttered at a loss:

Who am I?

Who am I?

I...... I am...... I am......

"Chunxi?"

"Haruki?!

"Spring joy! Wake up!! ”

In a period of shaking, Chunxi finally opened her eyes extremely tired, and blinked several times before finally seeing the other party's face clearly: "Red, red makeup? What's wrong? ”

Ji Hongxiang said worriedly: "What's wrong with me?" You just slept with a hideous face, and you yelled, which startled me. She approached Chunxi's eyes and saw that the white part of the eye was covered with bloodshots, "Are you okay?" What nightmares are you doing? ”

Chunxi rubbed the corners of her forehead, and she couldn't remember anything except a mottled color, so she shook her head.

"I don't remember."

"If you don't remember, forget it, you scared me to death just now." Ji Hongxiang said, pulling Chunxi out of the bed: "It's time to go to work, let's go!" ”

Chunxi finished washing up and followed Ji Hong out of the house after putting on makeup.

……

In the depths of my heart, a small voice whispered-

You are a yin spirit, you are a natural ghost cultivator.

……