I turned my head to look at the mural, and it reminded me of my sadness—

This was the first gift Song Lingjian gave me - not so much from her, but from me, and it was because of this painting that we went from neighbors to friends.

That day, I just came back from Lord Zhao's mansion, and the county government came back to pass through Xihuayuan, and I usually buried my head in a detour, although the trail around was far and difficult to walk, but it was much better than going through the torment of Xihuayuan. But that day, I was attracted by a dark shadow on the edge of the flower field-

Who is so bold as to paint on the edge of the West Flower Plain?

I squinted and saw that the man behind the easel was standing up, with long hair, a narrow waist, and a woman in a dark and plain gown.

It's a little familiar-it seems to be the Song Lingjian who doesn't like to talk-how did she come to Xihuayuan to paint, doesn't she know that Xihuayuan can't mess in?

Seeing that she was about to go inside, I ran as fast as I could, shouting as I went, "Don't—don't go inside!"

Song Lingjian turned around and was not surprised to see me, as if this place should be full of people: "Why can't I go?" ”

I gasped and said, "Danger, there are youkai in there, they will suck your life!" ”

Song Lingjian smiled, coldly, disdainfully: "Monster? ”

I nodded desperately, and also desperately retracted my feet on the flowers and plants: "Don't you know? This Xihuayuan is haunted, it has been troubled for many years, and it is useless to invite a lot of Taoist monks, not only is it useless, none of those Taoist monks can live after they come out - otherwise such a big atom, there will be no one in broad daylight! The house was also empty, and no one lived in it after it was haunted. ”

Fortunately, Song Lingjian gave up the idea of going in and returned to the edge of the easel.

I followed behind and looked, and the easel was already in front of me: "Are you painting this atom?" Don't, it's unlucky, you draw it and it will provoke the dirty stuff inside. ”

Song Lingjian stared at me and said, "Dirty thing? ”

I swallowed: "Yes, the filth that sucks people's lives, good people go in, and when they come out, they have goosebumps and white hair, black lips and red teeth, and they die in a short time......" I couldn't say any more, and screamed to dispel the horrible sights in my mind.

Song Lingjian laughed, the smile rippled on her face, like the petals of the mountain cherry trees stunting the water surface of Jiuhu Lake, she must have thought that my frightened appearance was ridiculous.

I was embarrassed and worried: "Those who died because they didn't believe that there were monsters in it, so they had to go in and take a look, and they ended up losing their lives." Song Lingjian, don't believe in evil, don't go in! I don't want to see the people around me die again, what is more important in this world than stability and happiness? ”

Song Lingjian's face looked in a good mood, picked up the pen and began to paint, and said: "It is really a peerless place to hide treasures." ”

"What? Hidden treasure? Good land? ”

Song Lingjian continued this topic with me so patiently for the first time, she turned her head to look at me, her long hair shook behind her, and she suddenly had the appearance of a delicate girl: "If you want to hide a treasure that everyone is vying for, where will you hide?" ”

I thought about it, shook my head, and said, "I don't have a treasure like that, and even if I throw my things on the street, no one will pick them up." ”

Song Lingjian squinted his eyes and smiled distantly.

After a while, she tore off the drawing paper and made a gesture to tear it.

I hurriedly stopped: "Alas! Why do you want to tear it? ”

Song Lingjian raised his eyebrows: "Do you want it?" ”

I looked at the painting, the flowers on it were like snow, the flat place spread from the middle and far green, like a lake with a pale blue spring, the original hut with the eaves of the roof upturned, the window screen was light, and the green space under the pale blue sky was faint, which was pleasing to the eye and fairy. If it weren't for the horrific event, it would be truly beautiful. I wanted to, but was afraid.

Song Lingjian said: "There are sneaky things in this painting, aren't you afraid that they will come out and suck your life?" ”

"I ...... You ......"

Song Lingjian sneered, took the easel and left.

I pinched the painting, glanced at the calm Xihuayuan, shivered and hurried away.

To prove that I attach great importance to Song Lingjian, I framed this painting and hung it on the side wall of the living room. Because the painting is ethereal, if you don't look carefully, you won't find that the scene in the painting is Xihuayuan.

This painting may be the only thought that Song Lingjian sent me.

I stared at the painting, and suddenly my eyes lit up, and the pale green of the original scene slowly turned red.

I rubbed my eyes and took a few steps closer, but I didn't expect that the red thing seemed to have life, and instantly unfolded into a pool of blood red, like a crazy growth of blood red roses in the green field to bloom countless red dots, these red dots quickly connected together, became a large pool of blood, silently and viciously crawled down the wall—

The mural - the mural is bleeding!

No, it's the West Flower Plains in the mural, and the strange ground full of dead souls is bleeding!

Those yin spirits and ghosts in the West Flower Plains are really going to break out of the painting!

My eyes widened in horror and I retreated, and countless images broke out of my mind, blood-red flowers pierced into the pale green placket, blood gurgling, women laughing, children crying, endlessly intertwined.

"Kill me, kill me!" A woman sneered and bewildered.

"Get out of here, you're allowed to come here again! Get out! A child's voice was full of resentment.

Get out! Get out!

A pair of hands as pale as branches, suddenly as if they had eaten bones, stretched out from the painting and pushed me to the ground heavily, my heart tightened, I was dizzy, and I fainted.

Song Lingjian, I guessed right, this Huayuan, there are really ghosts, and even the paintings that were copied by it are all demonic.

Fainting is the best protection for me who is timid. I can retract my consciousness again and hide myself.

Fortunately, I was frightened and fainted by the ghosts in the West Flower Plain, but I didn't dream of the West Flower Plain again.

In my dream, I was walking on a road lined with willow trees, and the sun was shining, which was the road from Liucun to Jin Niang's house.

Everything is so light and silent, the light has no temperature, the breeze blows the hair can't move, obviously it is such a beautiful scenery, but there is no joy in my heart - except for Xihuayuan, Liucun Jinniang's house is the second place I am afraid to go and must go.

I'm not afraid of Jin Niang's warm and clean house, but afraid of the place where her house is located - Liucun Wupo.

Zixu Xihuayuan and Liucun Wupo, these two places have strange rumors of the same thing. If Xihuayuan is a place that sucks people's essence and eats people and spits out bones, then Wupo is a place where they eat people's bones and blood and don't spit out bones.

No matter how peaceful and quiet the town is, it seems that there is an unknown evil.

I walked along the willow road and walked into the stone detour, the more I walked, the more desolate it became, it seemed that it was already a dead end, but Jin Niang's home was still ahead.

There were only two houses in the desolate clearing, and the one near the road sat facing east and west, and in it lived an old woman with a strange temper, and every time I passed in front of her house, I could always find a pair of cloudy and resentful eyes behind the curtains of the black hole.

As soon as I passed by this time, I heard the old woman's hoarse voice sneering gloomily: "Another one, another one to die!" ”

I stiffened suddenly, and turned my head to look at her wrinkled face, she looked really scary, with a face that drooped down to her neck, the older women in the town were very kind, since there were wrinkles, they seemed to be laughing, why was she so fierce as if everyone was her enemy?!

Fortunately, soon I saw Jin Niang standing at the door to greet me, she stood on the porch and beckoned to me, smiling gently as water: "It's hard, come in and have a cup of tea." ”

The smile immediately dispelled the discomfort in my heart, and I smiled and nodded, and followed her into the house.

Jin Niang has always been a careful and considerate person, although her hut is located on the edge of the cold foggy slope, but there is no moisture at all, dry and refreshing, there is a faint smell of smoke, she wears different clothes every time, combing the matching bun, as if she has to dress up every day, but in fact she never leaves the territory of the foggy slope, all the food and clothing are hired to deliver, and she never delivers to the outside.

In the gentle room of the cloth curtain, Jin Niang had already poured me tea, her movements were gentle and soft, her fingers were slender, and her long black hair hung down on her cheeks, emitting a black light as moist as pearls, and her face was peaceful and rhyme.