Chang Xi curled up at the foot of the bed, and the sound of exhaling and inhaling was very clear. I wasn't anxious, and Dada wandered around the room with those pair of tapered heels.

I waited for the time when she could calmly listen to me.

"The Queen Mother secretly ordered to kill you, take away your newborn child, and throw you into the barren mountain grave after drinking poisonous wine, and there is no place to bury you! It's all because of Lu Pheasant's ambition to stabilize the Lu family, and she made up the ridiculous words that the fourteen-year-old queen gave birth to a child, so that you and the child completely became victims of the government, right? ”

I'm not wrong, although those messy history books can be skyrocketing, but the information should be true.

"Moreover, your real name is Chang Xi, but you replaced your sister in the palace and changed your name to Chang Xuan, right?"

Chang Xi frowned and muttered: "Lu Pheasant is now holding my child in Weiyang Palace. But now I am staying in the brothel to be slaughtered, and my innocence cannot be guaranteed...... But, so what, how can you help me? ”

"As I said, we're not the same. I have an ability that humans don't have, to travel through time and space, to live forever, and to extend the lives of others...... Of course, there are many people like me. We are in the same business, granting wishes to people who are dying, making contracts, and then getting young and beautiful human skins, and that's our job. ”

It's a job like death, that's how I often describe myself.

The thrill of being above the death of others.

I pulled out a blank piece of paper from the pocket of my jeans, a plain A4 white paper, and used a printer to type out the four large characters of 'Human Skin Contract'.

To be honest, I'm not satisfied with organizing such a contract paper, because it looks very much like pirated printing from a roadside stall, without a sense of shock and mystery.

"You've got five days to think about it, think about it, sign it."

Suddenly I realized something again, and I rolled my eyes while carrying the crumpled paper: "This is written 'Human Skin Contract', as long as you press your handprint on it, our deal will be settled." ”

I have to admit that this kind of A4 large white paper still has a certain deterrent effect for ancient people, and modern simplified Chinese characters are like heavenly books to them.

Chang Xi took the paper, very light, she asked, "How do you know that I will definitely press the handprint?" ”

"Because you need longevity."

My laughter seemed to come from another world, dragging Chang Xi into a hell from which there will be no return.

It was as if I could pull away the deepest desire/longing in her heart from the black and red hell, which could not be covered by the snow, it beat like a heart, covered with blood.

That's hatred.

After a while, Chang Xi said, "I'll think about it." ”

In Chang'an City at night, the shops sticking to the street have long been closed. The children babbled and sang songs they didn't understand, and then they were dragged into their houses by the women.

The lights of the flower street are connected, like the Milky Way that sets up the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, there are women standing at the door of various flower buildings with open breasts and breasts, and occasionally some poor scholars pass by, and a few words of abuse are indispensable.

This is the most vibrant, dark and poor Chang'an at the moment. They are only a palace wall away from the Weiyang Changle Palace with golden glazed tiles not far away.

And Chang Xi and I were in the dark, looking at each other stiffly, with a crumpled A4 white paper in the middle. It was as if I had a scythe in my hand and was about to sweep across this vast expanse of snow......