"Scatter!"

Jiang Li let out a loud shout, spread his hands, the golden powder drifted away with the hot wind, and the mutilated corpse turned into powder as soon as it touched the gold dust, and the painful expression seemed to be relieved, and it disappeared after a while.

"Red Lotus, put it down, don't linger in the world anymore." Jiang left the mouth, and there was a faint unbearability in his voice.

The red light shone away and disappeared, and there was an extra girl in red on the stage.

Jiang Qiao's tears burst out of her eyes, they were the red lotus in her dream, with long thick black hair, immature face, sad eyes, two completely different temperaments of innocence and vicissitudes, but they blended on her face and under her eyes without disobedience.

Jiang Li clasped his palms together, and there were words in his mouth. Jiang Qiao knew that he was reciting the death mantra for the red lotus.

If it weren't for Jiang Li, an evil ghost like Red Lotus would not have been able to lead to the next life.

The figure of the red lotus gradually became transparent, and the big eyes of sadness and clarity looked left and right, as if they were looking for someone, and they were reluctant to gradually gather under their eyes. "Sister, sister, I'm here, little brother is here." Meng Ran suddenly shouted, stumbling towards the phantom on the stage.

However, he was stopped by a figure, it was Regiment Leader Qi.

Honglian looked back at the two of them, and smiled, like a celestial, that smile no longer hid sadness and helplessness, and there was no longer resentment in her smiling eyes.

"Red Lotus~" Head Qi pushed Meng Ran away, and he rushed over desperately, but he only hugged a ball of nothingness. "Forgive me ... Forgive me. Head Qi hugged the red lotus in front of him and cried: "Burn me, red lotus, you take me away, I hope the karmic fire of hell can wash away my sins, it's me... It's my incompetence that will let you step by step into this far-reaching. ”

Honglian didn't speak, just looked at him, her slightly frowning long eyebrows like a gentle landscape painting. At this moment, she was completely free of the terrible ferocity of the unjust soul, and she gently stretched out her hand and stroked the gray hair of the head of Qi.

Head Qi raised his head and teary-eyed: "I'm old, you are still as beautiful and young as before, whether you forgive me or not, I will definitely make amends for my sins, and when I finish making amends, I will definitely go to you, you wait for me." ”

Red Lotus nodded, shook her head slightly, and was opening her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but suddenly she was dragging the thin red skirt like a thousand leaf lotus petals and emitting a dazzling golden light, and everyone closed their eyes uncomfortably, and when they could see again, they had already lost the figure of Red Lotus.

"What did she say? What is she going to say to me? Elder Qi was in tears and couldn't cry.

"She said she forgave you." Jiang Qiao walked over and helped Captain Qi up, "You changed the name of the troupe to You Tanhua, just for her, in a certain way, your obsession also trapped her, so she lingered here." But... Jiang Qiao turned his words and looked at Jiang Li: "It's not the head of Qi who makes the red lotus from dying, nor is it her resentment, am I right, Jiang Li!" ”

Jiang Li glanced at her in surprise when he heard this, and a hint of approval flashed in his eyes.

Just now, just before she walked into the hall, she received a call from Li Yang.

"Honglian's "The Legend of the Martyr" was not written by her at all, you told her, and what she wrote is your story." Jiang Qiao took a step forward and looked at the stage without fear, and sure enough, the scarlet-clothed girl with outstanding demeanor appeared again as the red light dissipated.

"Li Yang? What's the matter? Jiang Qiao was a little surprised, she told him about tonight's actions before she came. At this time, he will call, is there something important?

"I found it, I always felt that the story of "The Legend of the Martyr" you told was very familiar, I made a lot of mistakes in the past two days, and I also asked my classmates, and I finally found it. "The Legend of the Martyr" is not made up at all, this is a true story, which happened in the Republic of China. Li Yang's voice was neither hurried nor slow, and came from the other end of the phone in an orderly manner.

"The chaste archway commemorating this martyr is still standing in Qingtian County, Jiangcheng City, I remember you said that Honglian's hometown is in this county." Li Yang continued.

"Even if so, then why did this fierce woman kill so many people? Her deeds are the glory of the family and the praise of future generations, where does her resentment come from? Jiang Qiao was puzzled, if Li Yang's speculation was true, then it didn't make sense at all.

"If you think about the story of this "Legend of the Martyr", the peasant uprising, the men of the family fled one after another, only the women with small feet remained at home, in order not to let the enemy tarnish their innocence, in order to maintain the reputation of the family, the hostess set fire to herself, preserved her reputation, and became the pride of the whole family. This story may seem like nothing on the surface, but if you think about it... What if she didn't set herself on fire voluntarily? ”

"You mean..." Jiang Qiao only felt a chill down his spine, and the knuckles holding the phone stiffened. These tragic tragedies, which seemed impossible to her, actually happened within her reach.

Sometimes you think that evil is far away from you, but it is actually all around you. Sometimes you think evil is all around you, but it's actually far away.

"Hahahaha~ You're very smart, I've liked you since the first time I saw you, I really hope you can be a part of me." The girl spoke, and her crisp and delicate voice showed that she was no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, but her appearance was still hidden behind a cloud, and her graceful figure could only be faintly seen.

"That's why you chose me? No wonder, I kept hearing your voice, I thought it was Honglian talking to me, it turned out to be you, who are you? Jiang Qiao calmly took a few steps forward, pretending not to see Jiang Li's warning eyes.

"My name ... It's been so long ... I've forgotten, no one has ever called me anyway, some people call me young grandma, some people call me Lin, some people call me... You call me Qin'er, that's what my mother and father call me, hahaha. The girl let out a silver bell-like laugh.

"Jean?" Jiang Qiao muttered the name repeating to himself. Where had she heard the name, ah, in the dream, it was her who appeared with the memories of the red lotus?

"I smell the scent from your blood, it's the scent of a curse. I thought you would be like us, full of hatred for this family that gave you a curse, but alas, you have no hatred in your heart, no matter how much I tempt you, it's useless, we are not of the same kind. The girl's voice was full of regret.

"No one is your kind, you're not a piano at all, you think ... What did you see before you died? Jiang Li's voice came faintly from which direction.

"I... I'm not Jean? The girl's voice was full of confusion, and her movements froze, and she murmured, "Before you die... I... I remember, before I die, I saw myself... ”

By the way, before I died, I saw myself ...