"Am I damned?" Yan Hong pushed Mrs. Yuan's hand away and staggered to her feet: "Just because you are a lady and I am a girl, I should die?" I hate you, and I hate my kindness to you before, and if I had done it earlier, I wouldn't have ended up where I am today. ”

"You should regret it." Mrs. Yuan sighed: "If you have a next life, remember, you must not hesitate." ”

"Scarlet will remember." Yan Hong smiled bitterly and looked at Mrs. Yuan's face: "What does Madam plan to do with Yan Hong?" Poison, dagger or something. ”

"What did you just say?" Mrs. Yuan brushed away the messy hair on Yan Hong's face: "You said that I didn't dare to show this face of mine to the master, and you said that the master would have nightmares at night when he saw this face of mine." You're good-looking, aren't you? You think the lord likes to see your foxy face, right? ”

"The lord does like this face of mine." Yan Hong looked at Mrs. Yuan and smiled: "You are jealous, you are angry, you are unhappy, right?" But no matter how jealous, angry, or unhappy you are, you can't change this fact. The lord likes me, and he likes this face of mine even more. You can destroy me, you can kill me, but you can never change the fact that I exist in my lord's heart. Madam, you lost, even if you kill me now, you still lose. ”

"Really?" Mrs. Yuan clapped her hands: "Since the master likes this face of yours, then I will take down this face of yours, frame it, and then give it to the master, so that he can look at it day and night." Yan Hong, you and I are master and servant, I am not bad to you. ”

"What did you say?" Yan Hong's heart chilled, and she took a few steps back.

"I said, I'm going to take this face of yours." Mrs. Yuan approached: "Such a beautiful face, if it is buried in the soil, it will be a pity." ”

"You killed me, you kill me now." Yan Hong covered her face and pleaded tremblingly.

"Don't worry, I'll get you on your way." Madame Yuan fluttered back, but her eyes moved to the darkness behind Yan Hong: "Do it, I'm tired of it." ”

Fear crept through her as she felt something approaching her, and she covered her face and turned to look at the darkness behind her. Before she could see the "thing" clearly, a hoarse, as if it had come from the underworld, seeped into her ears.

"Madame has told me to take off your face intact. Don't worry, I'll be very careful, very careful to peel it off your face. ”

"No...... No! Yan Hong stepped back in fear, and just half a step back, she saw the "thing" swoop down on her. She panicked, her feet slipped, and she fell heavily to the ground. When I opened my eyes again, I saw a "ghost" face. The face was like crumpled paper, and it was like many insects crawling together.

"Ghost ...... Ghost ......" Yan Hong's eyes widened as she watched the face get closer and closer to her.

"I'm not a ghost, but you'll be a ghost soon." The rough palm rubbed against his face, Yan Hong smelled a strange smell, and the eyes that were originally wide closed slowly, slowly.

In the dim light, the sharp knife traveled along the contours of the red, delicate face. Mrs. Yuan watched quietly, as if she was enjoying a scene.

"Ma'am, all right!"

The skin that has just been peeled off is still warm. In the air, there was an equally warm blood gas.

Madame Yuan waved her hand, and the man dressed as a coachman opened a wooden box and carefully spread his face inside.

"Dead?"

"There is medicine, and I can't die for a while."

"Send her to the master." Mrs. Yuan had a hint of ruthlessness in her eyes: "Since he likes them, he should always see them for the last time." ”

The coachman nodded, bent over, and dragged Scarlet into the darkness.

Mrs. Yuan closed her eyes and sat back weakly. Under the light, there was not the slightest expression on that face.

Yan Hong, who was awakened by the cold.

When she woke up, she was in a trance for a moment, and even subconsciously called: "Xiaocui, light the lamp." ”

In the dark, there was no response.

She sat up slowly, sniffing the smell of blood in the air, and little by little, her relapsed memories revived. She remembered Mrs. Yuan, and remembered everything that had just happened not long ago. She raised her hand and carefully touched her face. The familiar smooth touch is gone, replaced by a sticky mass. She didn't feel the slightest pain, but she knew her face was gone.

"Huh." She laughed, the sound that scared her own from her chest.

She rose from the ground and wandered through the night like a real ghost until she heard the familiar voice.

It was the voice of the old man.

"Sir, it's sir." She groped her way through the darkness and stumbled closer to the voice, eventually touching an iron door.

She trembled her lips and approached the iron gate, trying to call for help, but heard someone on the other side of the iron gate slapping hard.

"I know you want money, don't worry, as long as you don't hurt me, I'll give you as much as you want."

Originally...... It turned out that he was also trapped.

Yan Hong felt that the whole thing became even more ridiculous.

"Huh! Hehe! ”

The laughter burst through his chest and began to revelry in the darkness. Through the iron door, she felt the timidity in the man over there.

She shook herself and asked, "What if I want more than just your money?" ”

"Not just my money?" Master Yuan's voice trembled, and she heard him ask, "Then what else do you want?" My cloth village? ”

Buzhuang? Yes, she originally planned to ask for his cloth village, but then she thought it out and figured it out. She is a weak female streamer, even if she asks for his cloth village, she doesn't know how to operate. Later, when she fell in love with his kindness to her, she began to contemplate replacing the disfigured lady and becoming his true wife.

She wants his people, he wants his affection, she wants everything he can give her.

Right now...... She touched her sticky face lightly, thinking about the disgust and disgust he had at the mention of his former wife, and she knew that even if she could get out alive, she would only be rejected by him, abandoned by him mercilessly.

Since...... She can't live, so he'll die too.

She leaned close to the iron door and said to him in a ghostly voice, "I want your life!" ”

"Bang!" With a bang, she heard the sound of someone falling down on the other side of the iron door, and an image came to her mind that made her feel even more funny. In the face of fear, that's just the case.

"Who are you? Why do you want my life? I'm just an ordinary cloth shop owner, and I haven't done anything harmful. ”

"Didn't you?" She inadvertently touched a piece of iron, a beam of light, which came through it. She saw the man who was sitting on the ground, extremely embarrassed. "What about your lady? And the red girl who was raised by you in the small courtyard. ”

She leaned closer, trying to see the subtle expressions on Master Yuan's face clearly, but heard him scream, rolled her eyes, and lay down.

He called her, "Devil! ”

Yan Hong began to laugh, laughter mixed with crying, crying mixed with laughter. Crying, laughing, laughing, crying, until the voice grew weaker and quieter, and finally fell silent.

"Madam, Yan Hong is dead."

"Dead."

"Dead." The man dressed as a coachman lowered his head: "She was skinned and had no medicine, so she wouldn't live long." ”

"It's good to be dead, it's clean to be dead." Mrs. Yuan sighed: "Master and servant, you can help me find a place to bury it." ”

"Where's the master?"

"Lock him up for a few more days."

"Madame doesn't plan to take the master's life."

"I'm not going to ask for it." Mrs. Yuan showed a rather tired expression: "It's better to let him live than to let him die." I'm tired, go back to the house first, and you will work hard for a few more days. ”

The man who looked like a coachman nodded, bent over, and walked up to Mrs. Yuan: "I'll send Mrs. back." ”

"No need, I know the way, I can go back by myself."

"It's dark and it's not safe on the road."

"No matter how dark it is, can it be darker than my heart?" Mrs. Yuan smiled astringently: "Give me the red cheek, I have another use." ”

The wooden box rests in the palm of the hand, heavy.

Mrs. Yuan glanced at it and walked out of the dark space with the wooden box.

The next day, at the Ruyi Rouge Shop, the wooden box was placed on the counter.

"Can the torture shopkeeper do me another favor?" Along with the wooden box, there was also a heavy box of silver taels.

"Are you sure Madame wants to do that?" Xing Ruyi yawned and picked open the wooden box with his fingers.

The box on the left contained a red face, and after a night, the blood on the skin had cooled, and even the skin had dried up due to the lack of moisture. There is snowflake silver in the box on the right, and after a rough calculation, it is about a thousand taels.

"My lord prefers this face." Mrs. Yuan stared at the blushing face in the box: "The shopkeeper has a way to change this face to my face." ”

"There is a way, but Madame must also think clearly. This skin is taken from the face of a living person, and once it is replaced, it can never be removed again. What will happen after the face change, Ruyi does not know, and it is impossible to predict. ”

"I know that I chose it myself, and I will bear the consequences myself." Mrs. Yuan picked up the box containing the face and handed it to Xing Ruyi: "Please ask the shopkeeper to change the face for me." ”

Xing Ruyi sighed: "Madame, leave your face behind, and when you are tonight, Ruyi will change it for Madame." There is still some time to go, and Madame may wish to think about it carefully. ”

"I've made up my mind, and I don't have to think about it." Mrs. Yuan's expression was very resolute: "Tonight, I will come on time." Disturbing the shopkeeper, there is also uneasiness in his heart, these silver taels, please accept the shopkeeper together. ”

Xing Ruyi gave the magpie a look, asked the magpie to take the two wooden boxes down together, and then got up to send Mrs. Yuan away. Mrs. Yuan did not take a carriage here, but walked. Xing Ruyi stared at her heels, and the more she stared, the more solemn her expression became.