Night falls, and the red moon hangs high.

The mass graves of the night were as silent as death, the air was filled with the smell of rotting flesh, and a few crows, hoarse and ghostly, slipped from the branches and landed on a corpse that was already dirty and rotten.

Ghost-like blue and black pupils, vigilantly looking around, slender beak greedily pecking at the carrion underneath.

"No, don't ......"

Sheng Mingzhu's transparent soul body twisted and screamed in the air, frantically fluttering at the crows that flew over, but no matter how she screamed and tore her, it was to no avail.

She couldn't touch them, not even the slightest vibration of the air.

She's dead.

She was now just a ghost, a ghost who watched her body be devoured by crows.

Sheng Mingzhu squatted on the ground, holding her head with her hands, crying heartbreakingly......

Why is this happening!

Her roar, her crying, her unyielding, her unwillingness, her resentment, no one hears it, let alone knows it.

In the distance, there was a faint sound of wheels and horses' hooves scraping.

Sheng Mingzhu raised his head, and a few palace lights flickered on the path leading to the mass grave, followed by hurried footsteps.

It's so late, who could it be?

As if thinking of a possibility, Sheng Mingzhu's dead eyes suddenly lit up again.

It's Xie Yan, it must be her brother Yan.

When the Sheng family had an accident, he was not in Beijing, he must have come back, he came back to find her.

Sheng Mingzhu stood up, the tears on his face did not subside, but the corners of his mouth raised a big smile, watching the lights in the distance getting closer and closer, the joy on his face was even greater.

She and Xie Xiaoshizi of the eldest princess's mansion have already made a family relationship, if there is no accident, in the spring of next year, she should be the wife he is marrying.

The people were getting closer and closer, and the dim light illuminated their faces.

The smile on Sheng Mingzhu's face disappeared, and the light in her eyes turned into disappointment.

Not him! It's not her brother Yan.

The person who came didn't care about the carrion of the corpse under his feet, and walked straight to Sheng Mingzhu's corpse, which had already been pecked by birds and beasts and couldn't see its true face.

The disappointment in his eyes was only for a moment, and Sheng Mingzhu's face was back on a smile.

"Cousin Zhaoyue, why are you here?"

No one heard it, no one answered, Sheng Mingzhu didn't care, and still leaned over affectionately. Alone trapped here, except for the corpses all over the ground, she hadn't seen a living person for a long time, and at this time, everyone was in danger, Cousin Zhaoyue had always been the least courageous, and she was also the most afraid of the dark, and she dared to come to the mass grave to see them so late, she should have mustered up a lot of courage.

"I didn't expect that the first person to come to see me would be you, and it was not in vain that our sisterhood was deep." Sheng Mingzhu smiled happily.

Meng Zhaoyue is the cousin of her aunt's family, since her aunt died, she has been temporarily living in their Sheng family, the two are of the same age, have similar interests, eat and live in one place, and after a long time, they naturally become good sisters who have nothing to say.

"Fortunately, you're fine, the smell of cutting off your head is too painful, if you can't stand it...... Did your uncle take you back to the Meng family? Don't be afraid when you go back to the Meng family, whoever dares to bully you, you fight back, you are the Meng family's righteous young lady, you are afraid of what they will do, it really can't be done, let your cousin help you fight back......"

Sheng Mingzhu chattered around Meng Zhaoyue, obviously no one else could hear what she said, but she still couldn't help but want to say something.

The Meng family was beheaded and left in the world, and there were only two or three people worth remembering her.

The black crow perched on the corpse suddenly saw the light, and its hoarse voice tore through the night sky, fluttering its wings and disappearing into the night sky.

The dim candle flame illuminated the faces of the visitors, a beautiful face that I saw as incompatible with the smelly and gloomy atmosphere around me.

Sheng Mingzhu's words of concern and concern, Meng Zhaoyue naturally couldn't hear a word.

But she didn't want to hear it.

After identifying the identity of the corpse in front of her, Meng Zhaoyue covered her mouth lightly and sneered with her hands stained with Yin Hongkoudan.

On the delicate and pitiful face, there is not the slightest sadness and sadness, but with strange joy.