The back mountain is not very high but relatively steep, the mountain is covered with lush small pine trees, the weeds are almost half a person high, a sheep intestine path leads straight to the top of the mountain, the little black dog lowered his head and smelled the smell and walked up this path, Yang Qiuchi followed behind out of breath, stopped from time to time to wipe a handful of sweat, and snorted and climbed up.

When he was about to reach the top of the mountain, the little black dog stopped, raised his head to look at Yang Qiuchi, and lowered his head and snorted a few times.

Yang Qiuchi knows that there is a situation, this little black dog is very psychic, if it is tracking the enemy, after discovering the enemy's traces, it will pounce on it, just like catching Hu San that day, but if it is chasing its own people, it will be silent and let the owner make a decision. Now it doesn't leave, it doesn't scream, it shouldn't be that it has lost its trace, but that Qin Zhihui is nearby.

Yang Qiuchi stopped and took a breath, and looked around, it was not far from the top of the mountain, the slope was relatively gentle, and there were a few small pine trees growing sporadically.

Yang Qiuchi bent down and walked up slowly, and after a few steps, he saw a small piece of flat land, and there was a faint figure of a woman. Yang Qiuchi lay on the ground, crawled a few meters forward, separated the grass, and now saw clearly, on that small flat ground, there is a tomb, the grave is covered with grass, there is no tombstone, there are incense candles and tribute fruits in front of the tomb, a wine glass and a small pot of wine. A woman is squatting in front of the grave, burning paper money, with a small black cloth wrap next to it.

The distance is only seven or eight meters, and from the back Yang Qiuchi, it can be concluded that it is his newlywed concubine Qin Zhihui.

The mountain breeze blew gently, rolling up the paper money ashes in front of the grave, fluttering, and faintly heard Qin Zhihui's words in a soft cry:

"Sister Ruolan, my sister doesn't have the ability to avenge you......, she is so good to me ......, I can't kill him ruthlessly......"

Kill him? Kill whom? Could it be that Qin Zhihui wants to kill me? Ruolan? Didn't Qin Zhihui say that Ruolan was still alive? Could it be that she is telling a lie, and it is simply a delaying tactic? Then this Ruolan is likely to be the little girl who committed suicide by throwing herself into a well, and Qin Zhihui wants to avenge her, which shows that the two have a deep relationship, and even reached the point where Qin Zhihui used the method of dying with herself to take revenge.

It seems that she was still going to kill herself last night, no wonder she woke up from a nightmare last night, she sat on the bed and looked at herself, at that time she may have been doing a mental struggle to kill herself or not. Fortunately, he left the little black dog in the room, and the little black dog noticed her behavior and woke himself up by screaming.

Yang Qiuchi wanted to know if Qin Zhihui would kill herself if the puppy didn't bark.

Then if she wants to kill herself, why does she have sex with her? Is it just to numb yourself? Yang Qiuchi had a feeling of hurt in his heart.

Qin Zhihui was still crying in a low voice and said, "Sister Ruolan, he is completely different from before...... Sister Ruolan, our sisters have a ,...... I'm leaving now and leaving this place forever......"

The paper money was also burned, Qin Zhihui knelt in front of the grave, kowtowed a few times, took the small package, stood up, and walked over along the mountain road with her head down and sobbing.

Yang Qiuchi stood up and shouted softly, "Zhihui! "Take a step forward and want to pull Qin Zhihui's hand.

Qin Zhihui was taken aback, her face turned pale, she took a step back, didn't speak, took the black bag, turned around and walked to the grave.

Yang Qiuchi followed, looked at the lonely grave overgrown with grass, and felt desolate in his heart, "This is Ruolan's grave, is Ruolan the girl who committed suicide by throwing herself into a well after being pregnant with my child?" She......

Before she finished speaking, she saw a flash of cold light, and Qin Zhihui turned around and stabbed Yang Qiuchi in the chest!

She was facing Yang Qiuchi with her back, Yang Qiuchi didn't see her pull out the knife from the package at all, she was caught off guard, and before she could even scream, the short blade had already pierced into his chest.

Bloodsplatter!

The little black dog was stunned by what was happening in front of him, it couldn't believe that the hostess would kill its master, but in this flash of lightning, the short blade had already pierced Yang Qiuchi's chest, and the little black dog reacted, roared, and was about to pounce.

"Little Black, don't!" Yang Qiuchi shouted.

The little black dog stopped, the short blade was inserted into Yang Qiuchi's chest, Qin Zhihui's hand holding the short blade was trembling, she was stunned by her own behavior, she pulled out the knife suddenly, threw it on the ground, and rushed over to cover the wound on Yang Qiuchi's chest with her hand in a panic, blood gushing out from between her white fingers.

"Why don't you hide?" Qin Zhihui burst into tears and pressed Yang Qiuchi's wound in a panic.

Yang Qiuchi smiled bitterly, I'm hiding? Can I hide? You don't say a word, you stab you with a knife. But it seems that you didn't really want to kill me, and after the knife pierced through the two layers of clothing, the tip of the knife pierced the chest muscle, not the chest cavity, which was a slight injury at most. But it still hurts.

Seeing her like this, it seems that she regrets it a little, so pretend to scare her.

Yang Qiuchi looked at the grassy grave and smiled miserably: "I must have done a lot of things to be sorry for this girl before, so you want to kill me, since I deserve it, what are you hiding from it." ”

Qin Zhihui shook her head desperately, pressing the wound on Yang Qiuchi's chest tightly, unable to say anything.

Although the wound was not deep, blood kept coming out, and Qin Zhihui said in a panic: "What to do, what to do!" "Tears are falling.

Yang Qiuchi's head shook, and he fell softly in front of Miss Ruolan's grave, closing his eyes tightly. Qin Zhihui shouted loudly, hurriedly pressing the wound on Yang Qiuchi's chest, tears falling down: "Husband...... You're going to die...... I'm not going to live anymore......"

Yang Qiuchi's heart was hot, he opened his eyes, reached out and touched her hair: "Don't be stupid, don't you want me to die?" ”

"No~! I don't want it~! Qin Zhihui shook her head vigorously, tears streaming down her face.

Yang Qiuchi thought to herself, it seems that she really doesn't want to kill herself, but in this special scene in front of Ruolan's grave, maybe it was a certain oath that made her have to do it. Yang Qiuchi asked in a weak voice, "Zhihui, are you still killing me?" ”

Qin Zhihui shook her head and cried: "Don't kill it!" Husband, I will never kill you again. Even if Sister Ruolan blames me, I won't kill it. ”

"Help me sit up!" Yang Qiuchi said, "Don't worry, you go and help me pick some herbs to stop the bleeding, and I'll be fine." "Although the wound is not deep, it still needs to stop the bleeding. This commonly used herb to stop bleeding Yang Qiuchi is still known.

Qin Zhihui listened to Yang Qiuchi's words, her heart was wide, she nodded with tears in her eyes, and helped Yang Qiuchi up and sat down. Asked, "What herbs?" I'll pick it. ”

"Ground brocade grass, also called milk syrup." Pointing to the grass that grew beside the grave like a small lotus leaf on dry land, "That is, just pull a few handfuls and mash them and apply them to the wound." Yang Qiuchi unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the wound on his chest, and blood was still gushing out. Yang Qiuchi knew what to do to study forensics, but Qin Zhihui was scared and cried when she saw so much blood. While crying, I hurried to pick herbs.

Qin Zhihui put the ground brocade grass she picked into her mouth and chewed it, and was about to give it to Yang Qiuchi, Yang Qiuchi waved his hand and pointed to the liquor that was paid tribute in front of the grave: "Disinfect with liquor first!" ”

Qin Zhihui took the small pot of liquor and slowly poured it on Yang Qiuchi's wound, rinsing the wound, and Yang Qiuchi grinned in pain. Qin Zhihui hurriedly used her mouth to gently help Yang Qiuchi blow the wound, which was very cool and comfortable. Yang Qiuchi said: "Okay, apply herbs." ”

Qin Zhihui carefully applied the herbs to the wound, tore off a strip of cloth from her skirt, and bandaged Yang Qiuchi's wound. The wound wasn't deep in the first place, and the herb was quite useful, and in a moment, the wound stopped bleeding.

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