Zhao Zimai didn't speak, only looked at her with a pair of dignified eyes. So Mu Xiaowu was stunned for a moment, smiled, and said, "I said it casually, how can Childe remember it so clearly?" ”

Zhao Zimai didn't intend to be dealt with by her in a few words, but took a step forward and continued, "I read ancient books when I was young, and I saw that it was recorded in the "Biography of the Shuo Wen Department". "Shigu Note" also said: The sign of calamity, the ghosts and gods are also revealed. Therefore, I often think, maybe the so-called 'ghosts' are not all ghosts, and it is possible to communicate with the gods? ”

Hearing this, Mu Xiaowu hadn't answered yet, but a look of surprise appeared on Mu Cripple's face, "Huh? You mean, it's not all evil, it can be good? ”

Before he finished speaking, he was pinched by Mu Xiaowuzhao's waist, so he hurriedly closed his mouth in a panic.

Although the smile on Mu Xiaowu's face was fake, it hadn't been put back yet, "Childe, I don't know a few big characters, isn't it embarrassing for me if you tell me such a bunch of difficult things?" After speaking, she glanced at the somewhat dark sky, and pretended to be surprised, "Oh, it's so late, we still have to hurry, so I won't talk to you for a long time." ”

After speaking, she hurriedly pulled Mu Cripple, walked in a hurry, and walked forward along the road.

Zhao Zimai knew that she had no obligation to work for the Yan family, so she didn't have to force them to stay. However, after walking past a robe on a bamboo pole in the middle of the road, the grandfather and grandson stopped again. After a while, the robe was blown open by the wind, and Mu Xiaowu's face appeared in Zhao Zimai's sight.

She was turning her head to look at him, a moaning smile on her face.

The smile was full of contempt and indifference, almost exactly the same as Fang Cai's eerie smile.

Yes, almost the same, it turns out that there are still some differences. Zhao Zimai's body trembled, his palms clenched into fists, and he struggled to support him for a long time, so that he did not show his cowardice in front of her.

Because now Mu Xiaowu's eyes are red and translucent, and there seem to be two fires burning inside, with the pupil as the center, spreading throughout the eyeballs, as if she wants to break through her beautiful eyes. But in a moment, the red light in her eyes faded, and although she was a little reluctant, she was unable to return to heaven and return those eyeballs to their owners.

At the same time, Mu Xiaowu turned his head and left with a smile on his face, as if what had just happened was just an illusion caused by Zhao Zimai.

Zhao Zimai stood still, trembling all over, like a fish that had just left the water. In a trance, he saw another pair of eyes, hidden in a deep well, without pupils, looking lifelessly at his eight-year-old self through the boiling snowflakes, until his whole body was numb and fell like a fallen leaf on the edge of the well.

He never mentioned it to anyone, including his father, the powerful minister. He knew that his father would not believe him, and he might rebuke himself for cowardice. Therefore, he can only hide this secret in his heart, lick it silently, and hope that time will eliminate it. But he was wrong, because there are things in this world that are destined not to be weathered by time, but will settle down and sink deeper and deeper until they become an indispensable part of the body.

He admits that he is cowardly, and he has never forgotten those eyes, even after three years in Europa, even though he has seen the most advanced industrial technology and the most incredible invention in the world.

Although it may not be there all the time, it will always open its eyelids and peek deep into his heart at some important moment.

"Childe, Childe, why are you standing here in a daze, but let me find it easily, I'm in a hurry." Baotian's angry voice was like a sword, piercing the cage that imprisoned him and freeing Zhao Zimai.

"Childe, I found Master Yan, you guessed right, the old monk is also with him."

***

"Master Yan, this time the old man can't help you, the urn is broken, it ...... It's been released. The old abbot's words fell into Yan Bailin's ears lightly, so that he reacted for a long time before he understood.

"So can you ...... Can you get rid of it......" he said with difficulty.

"Amitabha, Buddhism can only be saved, not killed, besides, even if I want to accept it, I'm afraid there is nothing I can do. Master Yan, you must tie the bell to unlock the bell, you should know this truth better than anyone else. ”

After ordering the old abbot to go out, Yan Bailin came to the porch again and sat down, staring at the empty courtyard with stunned eyes, like a sculpture. His mind was like a tangled thread of silk, so complicated that he couldn't find a clue.

To unlock the bell, he must tie the bell, of course he understands, but he doesn't know what kind of price he needs to pay to unlock this bell.

"Master, I just found something, it looks like a young lady's jade plate, you can take a look." The old housekeeper came in from outside and handed a jade plaque to Yan Bailin's hand. Yan Bailin took it and interrogated it, and Fang asked, "Where did you find it?" ”

"Yunci Lane."

"Okay, I see, you go down."

The old housekeeper was about to leave, but he was about to take two steps before he was stopped by Yan Bailin again.

"You just said that this jade plaque was picked up in Yunci Alley?"

The old butler wiped his sweat, "Yes, it's ...... Alas, it's right next to the room where Miss Yun had an accident. ”

The old housekeeper went down, but his words were like a hand, tearing apart the messy threads in Yan Bailin's mind little by little......

Before the birthday banquet, he clearly saw Xiangzhen hand over the jade plate to Jiayan. And that night, Jiayan yelled sleepy in the middle of eating, so the nurse took him back to the room to rest. In this way, when Cui Yun died, Jiayan was indeed not at the birthday banquet......

Thinking of this, Yan Bailin suddenly had a terrible idea in his mind, but this thought only lasted for a while, and he laughed dumbly: How could it be Jia Yan, the child who has been weak and sick like a kitten since he was a child, the child who was raised in the palm of his hand by the whole family, how could he kill people and gouge out his eyes? Isn't it too unfair to doubt him just by a jade plaque?

The leaves on the eaves that were swept down by the wind slammed into Yan Bailin's shoulder, startling him. As if awakened from a dream, he suddenly got up from his chair, put one hand on his waist and the other on the back of the chair, trying to slowly expel the absurd thought in his mind.

"Crunch, squeak......"

There was a sound of soft footsteps outside the door, Yan Bailin felt a panic in his heart for no reason, he squinted his eyes slightly, and looked towards the door, "Who is it?" ”