In the early morning, the morning fog rises. The dew drops of the sun shining on the tips of the grass reflect the crystal clear and dazzling brilliance, which is very endearing.

It's a beautiful scene, but no one is watching.

Just because there are their owners in the forest, and lo and behold, deep bones can be seen everywhere in the weeds that are more than half a man high!

Looming under the cover of weeds more than half a person tall, it gives people an eerie and lifeless feeling that makes people shudder. It seems that there will be a ghost passing by at any time, and people can't help but tense their nerves. Whenever there is any wind and grass, it will be frightened. Occasionally, a wild mouse runs by, and it will be frightened and screamed.

The Cursed Forest is really a veritable mass grave, and even in broad daylight, it can't help but make people's hairs stand on end.

Cursed Forest, not only in Qinghe Town, but even the entire Tang Dynasty is undoubtedly recognized as a forbidden place.

Since a homicide occurred here eight years ago, the civil and military officials sent by the imperial court to investigate the case have also come to die one by one, and two to die with a pair. Even if ordinary people pass by, there is no way to escape the pursuit of death.

In the past eight years, there have been countless martial arts masters who have come here to explore the secrets, but there are no survivors. There are more and more bones in the weeds day by day......

Now, eight years later, someone has finally stepped into this room. Will she be the only survivor of the Cursed Forest for eight years?

In the misty mist, in the barren smoke and vines, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl slowly walked in: her eyebrows were like Dai, her eyes were like silk, her nose was like a cherry, and her lips were slightly open. Skin is better than snow, graceful and colorful. Pretty women, like a shock. The eyebrows are lightly swept, and the eyes are cut autumn water. His lips twitched, as if he was smiling. Dressed in white, with a light hairpin skirt. Three thousand green silk is slightly pulled, and a white jasmine is obliquely inserted on the sideburns.

Dressed as a maid, she carried a bamboo basket with incense, candles, and paper money. Slender feet lightly stepped on the thick dead branches and leaves, making a "creaking" sound, and playing a light mountain song along the way.

When she got closer, she swept her eyes around the woods, and when she finally set her eyes on the carriage, which had long been buried by the weeds, she could not take her eyes off again! Biting Sakura's lip tightly, her eyes were full of tears but she couldn't bear it. Her appearance in this cursed forest seemed so poignant, so sad, so mysterious!

The wind blew gently, bringing a strange smell of rotting corpses in the dirt, and also blowing the already tattered carriage in the cursed forest "squeaked" in protest! The carport cloth curtain that blows lightly with the wind is also washed white by time through the sun and rain, and the original color cannot be seen.

I saw the woman in white stop in front of the carriage, looked at the dilapidated carriage with affectionate eyes, and cried sadly: "Father, mother, Aunt Die, Uncle Li!" I'm here to see you! A crystal tear slid down her cheek, trembling the blades of grass and slipping to the ground and burrowing into the soil in an instant.

After the woman in white who called herself "Yu'er" put down the bamboo basket, she trembled and reached out to gently caress the wind-ravaged carport cloth curtain. Infinitely nostalgic against his face, he gently felt the laughter and laughter of the past, and slowly knelt down.

Don't deliberately think about those sad memories that have already come one after another, my father's advice sounded in my ears again:

"Oh, remember Daddy's words, don't take revenge! Unless it is a change of dynasty, the innocent will be implicated! Remember? ”

Eight years ago, when the Cursed Forest was not so terrifying, when it was still more than ten miles of rolling barren mountains and mountains, under this dilapidated carriage was the only beautiful mountain path that connected to the outside world.

It is the time of March, when the sun is setting in the west. On the trail, a royal blue carriage slowly galloped from the direction of Luoyang, and she had just turned ten years old in this carriage. Sitting with her were her father and mother, as well as Aunt Die, who grew up with her, and the driving was Aunt Die's husband, Uncle Li, who could fly the eaves and walk the wall.

She always thought that she was going to her grandmother's house to celebrate her grandfather's happy birthday. But she never imagined that it would be their last life journey, and what happened that night is still fresh in her memory!

"Don't ask anything, huh, there are some things you'll understand when you grow up. Take these things and don't let anyone else find out! You know? Eight years ago, my mother was nervous and reluctant when she said this. She was afraid that she already knew about the existence of those killers!

"Oh, you know what? Aunt Die's heart is so distressed that she can't breathe! The corners of her Aunt Die's mouth were bloody, and she cried so desolately, sadly, and helplessly. It's just because Uncle Li was the first to go! But at that time, she didn't understand anything.

"You forced me, damn it! All of them should be damned! …… Digo, I'm sorry! Yun Niang can no longer be by your side! Xianggong, take the first step for your wife! The mother fell in front of her like that, and she only struggled and cried helplessly to resist.

"Don't you want something from me? If you have the ability, follow me to Huangquan Road to get it! Daddy yelled in despair that he had ended his tired life, and she could only watch, and could do nothing but cry!

The wind is blowing! A blade of grass swept across her cheeks, gently stroking away the tears from her face, and also waking her up from her memories!

He took out some dark money from the bamboo basket and lit it, looked at the familiar faces in the smoke, and cried: "Dad! Mother! How are you guys over there? I miss you so much, I think so much! You can rest assured that your daughter is doing well now! Miss, she is very kind and takes care of me, good people have good rewards! She's going to get married tomorrow, and her uncle is very nice! The son of a wealthy merchant. Why didn't I stay with her? Mother, I can't accompany her, my daughter misses you! It's only when everyone is busy with her wedding that I can sneak out to see you without being suspicious of anyone else! ”

The woman in white who lit the incense candle was none other than the personal maid of the famous Qingfeng Pavilion's "Qin Fairy" begonia in Qinghe Town, and she had a meaningful name: Yubing.

Although the Cursed Forest Bloodshed Eight years ago was a sensation, no one would have thought that the only survivor of this bloodshed was by their side. Even begonias, who are regarded as sisters, don't know that she has another name: Di Xuexue!

"Aunt Die, you won't blame Yu'er for borrowing the name of the divine sword in the purple jade flute without your permission, right? Don't worry, when I see Brother Feng, I'll return the flute to him. You won't hide it and don't give it! "And voila! A mischievous smile appeared on her tearful face in the next second!

Wiping the tears with the back of his hand and looking up, the white clouds floating in the air are like the gentle and kind smiling faces of relatives.

She said softly in a consultative tone, "Daddy, my daughter plans to unravel this cursed forest, and she can't let it hurt people anymore!" It's been eight years! There are so many people who have died here, could it be that the paradise in the forest has not yet disappeared? That's right! Mother, this heavenly scatter has no effect on me, so my blood may be able to dissolve it! Success or not, my daughter wants to try it! ”

Seeing that the money in front of her was gradually turning to ashes, she took out the silver needle from her waist. Gently dissolved a wound on his hand, and with a faint scent of grass, the smell of rotting corpses around him instantly faded a lot.

After bandaging her wounds, she silently swore to the deep white bones in the forest with a firm face: "No matter what the price is, I will definitely give you justice!" Find out the murderers one by one! ”

Inserting the incense candle into the soil in the front of the carriage, she stood up and swept the dead hidden in the forest one by one with her unwavering eyes, and swore to the heavens, "No matter where you are holy!" This sum of blood debts, I, Di Xuexue, will gradually repay it! ”

Tears welled up in her eyes again, and she bit the ground with a trace of blood on her lips, but she couldn't hold back her tears.

She still hasn't figured out her father's dying words, why didn't her father let her take revenge?

She wasn't even allowed to get involved in this case! Do you want her to be indifferent to the murder of her parents? She can't do it!

What is wrong with avenging her relatives and avenging the deceased? Is it that the innocent people who were killed are not enough?

So she decided! No matter how dangerous this case is, how good the murderer is! She will investigate to the end, give justice to the deceased, and give an explanation to the people!

It's not too early to set up a belief that the sky is like a Buddha! Tomorrow is the happy day for the young lady to leave the cabinet, and there are still many things to do! It's already good for Fusheng to steal half a day's leisure, and she has to go back early.

Thinking of this, he grabbed the empty bamboo basket on the ground and put it in the crook of his arm again, stroked a strand of hair that had slid to his forehead behind his ear, and hurried down the mountain.

"Squeak...... Crackling! "As I walked, I could vaguely hear something struggling not far away, but when I listened closely, I heard nothing.

She laughed to herself, maybe she had misheard! Just as he was about to lift his feet and leave, the faint sound of struggle came again, "creaking...... Click...... Crackling...... Syllable! "Something seems to be rolling down from a great height? Accompanied by a burst of muffled moans.

The healer is benevolent, she follows the direction where the voice floats from, but she hopes it's still too late! While searching for the exact location of the sound, she collected some commonly used herbs and put them in the basket for later use.

The emperor lived up to his painstaking efforts, and finally found him covered in blood at the bottom of the steep slope not far from the Cursed Forest: a snow-white cloth shirt with a sky blue robe wrapped around his waist, a dark blue belt around his waist, and a dragon-shaped jade pendant stained with a little blood stains hung on it, with specks of blood all over his body, and a few messy strands of hair mischievously covering his handsome face. In his hand, he tightly dragged a folding fan that was not wood or bamboo.

There were three stab wounds on his body, which were deep but not fatal. It's just that the wound has not been bandaged for too long, resulting in excessive blood loss!

He lay on his side on the grass like this, and Yu Bing saw that he was too seriously injured and immediately squatted down to turn him over and lie flat. Then he smoothed his disobedient hair to the back of his head, and he saw his true face of Lushan: the long eyebrows Ruoliu Pingtian wrinkled into the word "Sichuan" with a little doubt, his eyes were closed, his pale face was a little delicate, and his slightly cool thin lips were forced to hold back the pain.

After a moment's thought, she took out the silver needle hidden in her belt: it was no more than three inches long, and it was more flexible than the gold needle; It is difficult to hide from the gods for thousands of miles, and it is difficult to hide from the souls of the living dead. This is the soul-chasing needle that a medical Taoist master dreams of!

Slightly concentrating, the hand holding the silver needle quickly brushed over several large points on his chest, and three shining soul-chasing needles were inserted into the shape of "Pin" at the mouth of his heart, and the blood stopped instantly, and there was no sign of seeping out. The speed was beyond her eyes, and a relaxed smile gradually appeared on her nervous pretty face. Look at the tap of her fingers, and the needle has been put away.

Reach out and pull through the bamboo basket full of various herbs, pick out some small grasses with pain-relieving and muscle-building effects in it, pinch it in your hand, carry the true qi, and turn it into powder in the blink of an eye. Then he untied his clothes to reveal the wounds, sprinkled the melted powder on the wounds, and then tore off some of his clothes to bandage the wounds one by one.

After doing this, she clapped her hands and stood up, thinking of him who was seriously injured, and turned her head to look around, hoping to find a place to shelter from the rain, and soon she smiled!

It was under a rocky rock that jutted out of the ground, a small place but better than nothing. Lift him up from the ground and walk with great difficulty, step by step towards his destination, and put him in the deepest part so that he would not be caught in the rain by leaning against the rock wall.

He checked the wounds again to make sure they hadn't cracked open again because of the movement, and then found a larger leaf and fed it to him from the mountain spring. After thinking about it, he went outside and folded some branches with more branches and leaves to cover him, and then found some plants that repel insects and avoid poison and put them around. She didn't know if there were beasts in this barren mountain or wilderness, but after all, she had to take precautions. After doing all this, Yu Bing left with confidence.