Running to the entrance of the courtyard, Jia Yan vaguely heard the sound of the door opening behind him, and vaguely heard Yan Yuchi calling his name. But the sound did not stop him, but like a drumbeat that made him speed up his pace and run out of the yard with all his might.

His eyes seemed to be covered with tears, and his ears were buzzing, as if thousands of bees were rushing to him.

Only the ground beneath his feet was real and he could feel it. He stepped on the ground, the soles of his feet aching from the sturdy tiles, but it was the pain that reminded him that he was still awake, not in a misty dream.

I don't know how long I ran, I don't know how many roads and doors I crossed, and Jiayan finally couldn't run. The clothes were soaked with sweat, wrapped in layers of body, as if they weighed a thousand pounds. The pain in my chest was about to explode, and the breath I inhaled seemed to be all blocked inside, and I couldn't find a single outlet to express it. He had to stop, leaning against the wall and moving forward.

A group of people walked in front, and when Jia Yan saw them, his brain was still blunt, but his body flashed to the side and entered the courtyard closest to him. He closed the door, crouched on the ground and gasped for a few breaths until the pounding heart had eased, and then he got up again, and looked back at the courtyard behind him.

It was strangely simple, and in the room where the door was open to him, there was a large black urn, only this large urn, and there was no furniture at all. The mouth of the urn was covered with a red cloth, the edges were already bad, black and oily, and hung with jagged threads. There seems to be some pattern embroidered in the center, yellow and clear, and I can't see it clearly.

Jia Yan didn't notice the strangeness, and now, all he could think of was the scene he had just seen, the two entangled men and women, and the robe on his father's body that seemed to never be able to wear well.

He wiped his sweat and walked through the courtyard in despair, to the big urn, and stared at his own shadow reflected in the urn. But when he looked at it, he suddenly had a thrill, and the divine consciousness that had been wandering outside seemed to be pulled by a thread and returned to his body.

Jia Yan saw the shadow on the urn smiling, his eyes were crooked, and he still looked like him, but his pupils were as red as blood, just like the sinking sunset behind him.

In a trance, he seemed to hear the sound of Lang Lang reading, coming from the urn, very unreal, as if it had spanned a long time, before finally landing in his ears.

"Water letter is not divided into things, and it is not divided into upper and lower things? The goodness of human nature is also like water. There is nothing wrong with people, and there is nothing wrong with water. Now the water, beating and jumping, can make the jaw; Radical and action, can be made in the mountains. ”

The voice paused and reappeared.

"Who? Who is standing outside the door? ”

There was silence, and then the sound of reading sounded again, "Is it the nature of water?" And so it goes. Human beings can be unkind, and their nature is still ......"

"Poof."

Something was struck with a blunt object, and the sound of reading was completely gone, replaced by the sound of clothes rubbing against the ground.

Jia Yan knew that the person who was reading had been dragged away. His fingers involuntarily pressed against the cold urn, and the "shadow" also raised his hand in the same way, docking with Jiayan's fingertips.

"Red Jade Soup...... The only people in the world know about it, you and me, and I ...... There's no way, Tao Huan, don't blame me......"

"Don't." Jia Yan cried out, his heart wrapped in layers of despair, and what followed was a fear that overwhelmed him.

"Poof."

He felt that his body had fallen into the "water", which was originally cold and slippery, revealing a sweet smell. But after a while, the tips of my toes hurt violently, as if they had been picked open by a needle. Before he could think clearly, the pain spread rapidly, and every part of his body seemed to be picked outward little by little by the tip of the needle, first the skin, then the texture, and then the needle tip was embedded deeper and deeper, and it could penetrate deep into the bone.

Eventually, his bones were pierced, pierced, and cracked, and the bone dregs dissolved into the water and dissolved. He opened his mouth to shout, but his tongue had already melted, and his spleen, lungs, liver, and kidneys were also soaked open, making a slight popping sound, and disappeared one after another.

The color of the "water" became darker and the temperature became higher and higher, and the bubbles poured from the bottom towards the surface of the water, and it began to boil......

The heart exploded, followed by the pair of clear eyes, they read all the books of the sages of the world, but they could not see through the evil heart.

"Ahh Jia Yan let out a mournful cry, trying to withdraw his fingers that were touching the urn, but he could use a few times, not only failed to withdraw his hand, but instead pushed it backwards towards the urn, as if he was being pulled hard by something inside the urn.

The old urn shook a few times, and finally fell backwards with a crisp sound. The mouth of the urn cracked, and a pitch-black tablet slipped out of it, with only four words engraved from top to bottom: Tao Huan's position.

Jia Yan stared at the name blankly, as if even his soul consciousness had been absorbed by it, sweat and tears melted together, falling down his cheeks, he trembled all over, and even his teeth "clicked" uncontrollably.

I don't know how long it took, but there was a sound in his ears, intermittently, and it took him a lot of effort to hear clearly.

"Why did you open that courtyard, didn't the master repeatedly explain that this courtyard can't be opened?"

"It's the master's birthday in a few days, didn't you order the house to be completely cleaned? Those newcomers didn't understand the rules, so they opened the courtyard gate and cleaned it......"

"Drive those few out, and as soon as you come in, you will touch the master's avoidance, such people can't stay."

While speaking, the footsteps had come to the outside of the courtyard, Jia Yan was so anxious that he hurriedly turned back to the courtyard and hid behind the eaves pillar, bent down and bowed his head, and did not dare to make a sound. Several servants pushed the courtyard door in, and at a glance they saw the old urn lying on the ground, and they were so frightened that they ran into the house and gathered around the urn. Jiayan took advantage of their panic, and the cat's waist slipped out of the yard and ran away desperately.

Ahead, the setting sun had sunset, leaving only a shallow glow, which was blown away by the wind, revealing the leaden gray sky below. A gray bird flew by from a low altitude, and with a cold "quack", Jiayan stopped suddenly. He took a few breaths, trying to stabilize his mind, and just wanted to sort out the strange thing that couldn't be weirder, but suddenly realized that he had something on his head, and it shook and shook, bringing a thick stench to his nose.