There was no blood at all, except for the absence of skin on the ankle, and there was no sign of poisoning.

At her neck, the rope did not even blush the skin, so it is likely that the woman bled to death, and the hanging was just an illusion presented to others.

She lifted her wrist and placed two fingers on it, closing her eyes and staring.

It only took a moment for him to find out with certainty that this woman's soul had not entered the cycle of life and death, and that it was around here.

It's not surprising that the spirits of the newly deceased linger around for a while.

Ying Qi took two steps back, her eyes lingering on the woman's face for a moment, then turned around and continued to walk forward.

A few meters away, a bleeding tree appeared, and unsurprisingly, there was a woman hanging from the tree behind the tree.

This girl was born much more gentle than the one just now, and it can be seen from the clothes that she is from a large family.

The slender waist is embroidered with soft smoke and rain patterns, and the light-colored belt highlights the already slender waist line, which is less than a hand, like a mountain stream gurgling spring. The pink and white Yanan silk is soft and close to the body in every place, embroidered with delicate peach blossoms, and the pattern is actually double-sided embroidery that only the royal family can afford. The upper arm of the garment narrows and enlarges at the forearm, slowly flowing down, forming a spacious and beautiful water sleeve.

The whole dress is delicate and delicate, revealing a touch of elegance, and every place is carefully designed and cut, not ostentatious or gorgeous, but it highlights the nobility in the subtleties.

It's a very low-key girl in life.

When Ming Qi remembered the first time she saw Huang Yu, Huang Yu was as low-key as this girl, obviously the daughter of the left minister, but she was wearing a plain white dress, a veil around her face, her big eyes blinked, and the whole person was as clean as a blank piece of paper, which made people can't help but want to get closer.

Shen Qi looked up and saw the girl's face clearly.

The same gentle goose egg face as imagined, with slender eyebrows, beautiful and elegant, extremely beautiful complexion, about seventeen or eighteen years old, the corners of the mouth are slightly raised, slightly shy, and the body is full of a youthful and lively atmosphere.

A girl who has been spoiled for a long time can have such a face and such a confident and gentle temperament.

can raise such a simple and beautiful woman, it must be one of the best families. To be able to keep a low profile without being arrogant or outward in a noble background, it seems that the upbringing is also excellent.

At such a beautiful age and such a noble status, you should wait for the arrival of your sweetheart in the boudoir, or savor the smoke and rain in the poems in the school.

Why don't you die here.

The ghost fetus really shouldn't exist in the world.

Ming Qi said sorry and gently lifted her long sleeves embroidered with delicate dark lines.

Some memories suddenly flashed through my mind.

This style of Ming Qi has seen, after Qiuchen became the emperor of the country, the folk began to rise a wind of different clothes, he vaguely remembered that the wide water sleeves were prevalent among the nobles during that period of time, because the water sleeves are often embroidered with gold and silver threads to weave and embroider the dark lines, ordinary people can not afford to wear this style.

The moment he lifted his sleeves, Ming Qi was stunned for a moment.

Because under the soft and clean sleeves, it is not the skin as white as jade, nor the pale and dry of the dead, but the skin that is missing a circle around the wrist!

Stygian gasped.

Unlike the neat wound of the woman just now, the woman's wrist in front of her was bleeding pus, the flesh tendons were exposed, and the wounds were uneven, like a person who cut the skin was trembling, and she didn't even hold the knife steady, and cut it down when she found the position of the wrist. Because of the pus, the blood on the wrist did not flow, so the sleeve was not wet with blood.

Ming Qi twisted his wrist, and saw a piece of skin hanging on the back of the woman's hand, and the knife couldn't cut that kind of wound, but more like it was torn off alive.

I don't know if this woman is similar to Huang Yu's temperament, or if she died too miserably, Ming Qi sighed softly after relieving herself.

Such a beautiful woman, really, really deserved to suffer such torture.

But strangely enough, she was also smiling.

If she hadn't seen the wound, she would have felt that her smile was a little cute, but now, only weirdness remained.

Shen Qi took her gaze off her face and seriously felt the ghost veins under her hands.

It's a pity that this hand can't touch the ghost vein, so Ming Qi put it down and changed to the other hand.

The two hands suffered the same thing, and the injury on the other hand was more serious than this, and a layer of gauze stuck to the wrist inside, and it couldn't be removed at all.

No, Ming Qi had no choice but to fly up, level with the woman, and gently tap her forehead with two fingers together.

His ghost veins told him that the woman's spirit was also wandering around the area.

That is to say, this woman also just lost her life these days, died of excessive blood loss, and was painful to death.

Ying Qi frowned.

One day in heaven and one year on earth. From the time he left the world to the present, there are not eight hundred years but five hundred years, and this kind of clothing has arisen from the time he left, and has been handed down ever since...... This is very wrong, because a style of clothing, will remain the same for hundreds of years?

No.

Shen Qi carefully probed the woman's ghost veins again, and was very sure that her spirit was nearby, so he summoned her.

Behind the trees, a translucent soul quietly poked its head out, with a goose egg face, wide water sleeves, and dark eyes, and a very beautiful appearance, it was the dead woman.

"You...... Call me? The woman stood very reserved, tilted her head slightly, and looked at Ming Qi suspiciously. Excuse me, who are you? Is there anything you want me to do? ”

Instead of answering her question, she asked, "When did you die?" ”

"The first year of Tatsuhiro."

When Ming Qi heard the familiar era name, her pupils shrank. That is the year name after Qiuchen was registered, and he gave it by himself!

And...... It was also the first year of his death.

"Why did you stay here for so long?" Stygian asked again.

The woman looked puzzled and did not answer.

Ghosts can only answer questions about themselves before they are born, and nothing else.

Ying Qi pinched the bridge of her nose, considered her words, and asked her again, "Do you know how you died?" ”

The girl nodded, a sweet smile on her lips.

"He picked me up, I died in his arms, and I was so happy. And, he gave me my favorite flowers. ”

The woman raised her hand, and under the water sleeve, in her slender white palm, she held a handful of small blue flowers.

It was a starry sky.

The woman's face was happy, and her eyes were full of nostalgia, "The flower language of the stars is that I am willing to be a supporting role, hiding that everyone loves you, I give it to you with the stars, but I still feel that the stars are not as good as you." Like, I'm the same for him. ”

At a glance, it can be seen that this is a one-way crush, and it is a love that the family does not agree with.

So, they were caught on the way to elope, and then lost their lives?

But the girl's following sentence made Shen Qi deny this speculation.

The girl said, "I imagined him falling from the sky, but I didn't expect him to really come, it's really good." ”

Stygian's brow furrowed tighter and tighter.

Imagine.

And it was when he was about to die.

Hallucinations are very common.

So is her sweetheart here?

This question was probably only known to her before she died.

With her current appearance, she recognized her sweetheart and took her.

The girl didn't answer the question just now that she wanted the answer she wanted, so he asked carefully again, explaining it very clearly, "How did you die, I didn't ask where you died, I asked what you died for." ”

"I died in his arms." The girl replied very seriously.

“……”

Unable to ask the answer he wanted, Stygian waved her back with a wave of her hand.

The girl saluted very politely before leaving, and then hugged her starry sky and hid in the air with joy.

Shen Qi noticed that there was a bright red scar on the soul's wrist, and although it was not bleeding, it was very piercing on the white wrist.

The soul of each deceased person will have their own cause of death reflected in their soul. Some hang themselves to death, and there will be a red strangulation mark on the neck of the soul; Some of them died of poisoning, and the soul extended down from the throat, until the poison had spread, and red blood vessels were exposed.

The woman had a scar on her wrist, that is, the injury to her wrist was too fatal, and she bled to death.

Bleeding is a long process, not only painful, but also very cruel, and it is impossible to have no memory at all. But why don't the spirits say it?

Thinking uneasily, she raised her feet and continued to walk forward.

No matter what kind of soul it is, if it stays in one place for a thousand years without entering reincarnation, it will either become a powerful ghost or become a very big underworld.

But he didn't feel any evil aura in the girl's soul just now, even if she stayed in this ghost place for so long, her soul was as clean as a budding flower, exuding a faint fragrance full of stars.

Does this mean that the ghost place is not so miserable, at least the soul can still remain pure. So the soul of Huang Yu will not be infected by the evil qi of the ghost place?

Stygian sighed softly.

When he raised his head again, there was suddenly a layer of glassy round things in front of him.

The size of a palm, suspended in mid-air, spinning endlessly.

When Liuli happened to face the underworld, a different picture appeared on it.

Shen Qi raised his hand, and limited the speed of the rotation of the glass in the air, allowing it to gradually turn to this side.

Through the glass, a group of bulging grave bags appeared in front of him, the nearest one just a step or so at his feet.

Shen Qi turned his head and looked directly at the scene at his feet with his eyes, it was still the same bleeding grass and trees as before, and there was no grave bag at all.

Ming Qi's heart was inexplicably a little hairy.

He pulled out his long sword, slashed at the grave bag, and then looked through the glass, but saw that the gloomy tomb bag just now was all gone, and the picture in the glass was completely the same as the one in front of him.

Something that suddenly appears and disappears suddenly always makes people feel dazzled.

Shen Qi went around to the other side of the glass and looked at it again.

This glance directly made his eyelids jump.

I saw that behind the position where he had just stood, that is, behind him, a group of yellow-faced and thin-skinned people looked at him with dull eyes, and a few of them held rotten and smelly melons and fruits in their hands, and there were dead money burned for the dead on them.

Blood was shining all around them, and endless blood-colored mist swirled in the air, all over their feet, like a battlefield that had just ended a war, and even their breath was fishy. Not only did blood flow from their bodies, but some of them also flowed with black poison, which dripped on the grass and dried up a barren grass.

Scarlet blood pooled into a river.

Coupled with the fading sunset, it seems that this place is gloomy, like a mass grave.

No, they are more terrible than mass graves, because they have shadows!