The room was exquisitely furnished, somewhat like a woman's boudoir, with a thick layer of dust on the carved bedboard, but without the slightest musty smell, but with a quiet fragrance, which was worth a lot of money at first glance. In the center of the room, there is a large picture with a crystal border, the woman in the photo, wearing a lilac cheongsam, like a gentle Jiangnan woman who came out of the ink painting, I looked up along the lilac dress, her neck exposed outside the dress, beautiful and fair, at first glance is a very charming woman.

This woman must be very beautiful, I can feel without looking at her face, she must be a rare beauty, such a charm and bearing are not comparable to those vulgar fans.

Continue to look up along the woman's white neck, when I saw the woman's face clearly, I couldn't help but gasp, that face, how to describe it?

This woman's face is indeed very beautiful, and it is not too much to use praise words such as skin like condensed eyebrows, like ink painting, peach face, and apricot cheeks. It's just that such a beautiful face was marked with a long bloody wound, from the corner of the left eye to the right under the neck, which completely destroyed her beautiful face. Looking at her face, I could even feel her face dripping blood, dripping from the photo and falling to my feet.

I seemed to feel a drop of blood on my feet, so I hurriedly took a step back, looked down and saw that there was nothing on my feet, and no blood on the painting. It turned out that this so-called blood dripping was just my delusion, but I asked myself if I didn't have any symptoms such as insanity, schizophrenia, nervousness, etc., how could I have such a delusion? Could it be that there is something strange about this painting? Or rather, what's weird about this room?

Turning around and looking at the large rosewood bed with a faint scent, I suddenly remembered that the reason why I pushed the door open and walked into this room was because I heard screams, as if someone had seen something extremely terrifying. However, I looked left and right, and saw no one in the room, and at this moment, I was suddenly a little unsure whether the scream I had just heard was real or my delusion.

I felt more and more that the room was full of oddities, and I just wanted to get out of here, but before I could lift my steps, my eyes were drawn to a glass bottle on the table in front of me. The glass bottle was purple all over, reflecting a ray of sunlight that was not very strong, and it looked so brilliant that people could hardly take their eyes off it.

It's just that I don't understand, this room is so dim, how can there be a ray of sunlight reflected on this glass bottle? Could it be that this ray of sunlight is shining in from outside the door? But I looked at the door, and although the door was open, the sunlight did not shine into the room, and the windows of this room were hung with a black curtain, and it was impossible for the sun to shine in and reflect on the bottle. I tried to take a few steps with the bottle, and found that the rays of sunlight also moved with my figure, shining tightly on the glass bottle. There are some strange drawings plastered all over the walls of this house, which reminds me of the ghost drawings that Downing usually likes to draw. However, I am not in the mood to think about it so much now, I just want to know where the sunlight on the glass bottle comes from.

After looking around this gloomy room for a week, I felt a thrill in my heart, could it be that this so-called ray of sunlight is coming out of a bottle?

Thinking of this, I hurriedly lowered my head and carefully examined the bottle, only to find that there was a flame burning at the bottom of the bottle.

This glass bottle has been covered with a thick layer of dust, and it is still one, and there is not even a lid, that is to say, since the so-called flame was put into the glass bottle, this glass bottle has never been opened, and this flame has never been extinguished. It is amazing that this flame can burn in a sealed environment for so long, and it seems that there are indeed many things in this world that science cannot explain.

Science doesn't make sense!

I couldn't help but think of Gu Changfeng's existence, and my heart suddenly tightened, shouldn't there be anything unclean in this bottle? Thinking of this, I hurriedly put down this bottle, everything in this room revealed a strange atmosphere, and I wanted to live a few more years in peace and stability before I got into these things! I hadn't put the glass bottle back on the table when I suddenly felt something in the bottle looking at me. I was shocked, and when I looked at it, it turned out to be a pair of eyes!

Two eyeballs that are being burned by the flames in the bottle, to be exact!

Why didn't I see these eyeballs just now?

I wasn't in the mood to think about it that much, and when I saw the eyes staring at me, I screamed and threw the glass bottle out.

"Ahh The sound of my screams echoed in my ears for a long time, and listening to this familiar scream, my heart was even more panicked, just now, the screams I heard outside this room were exactly the same as the screams I had just made! Could it be that someone had already expected me to scream in this room?! The more I thought about it, the more panicked I became, and I didn't have time to pay attention to the broken glass bottle, so I ran out in a panic.

"Ahh I had barely taken a few steps out of the door when I bumped into a soft body, and I thought I had hit a ghost, and again screamed uncontrollably.

"Miss Feng, what's wrong with you?" Seeing my panicked look, Wang Ma asked with concern.

"Wang Ma, it turned out to be you!" I breathed a sigh of relief, I was really nervous just now, it turned out that it was Wang Ma who I knocked down. Looking at Wang Ma's kind face, all the uneasiness in my heart dissipated little by little.

"Miss Feng, where did you go just now? I went to the young master's room to bring you some snacks, and found that you were not there, and I came out to look for you for a long time but didn't find you. Wang Ma looked at me with a concerned look and asked.

"Wang Ma, I ......" Looking at Wang Ma's kind face, I couldn't help but want to tell her what I had just seen, but thinking that the room was full of weirdness, I decided not to tell Wang Ma, because looking at Wang Ma's appearance, I knew that she should not know about that room. I just came out to go to the bathroom, but I didn't expect to get lost when I went back, and I don't know how I got here. ”

"Miss Feng, there is a bathroom in the young master's room, you can go there directly in the future, you don't have to come out to go to the toilet." Mother Wang looked at me lovingly and said.

"Oh, that's right." I stuck out my tongue and said secretly in my heart, I was so stupid that I didn't even notice that Qin Lang's room had a bathroom.

"Miss Feng, if you want to come out in the future, just call me, I usually don't have much to do, I can accompany you to walk around at will." Mother Wang paused, seemed to remember something, looked at me and asked, "Miss Feng, I seem to have heard some strange sound just now, did you hear it?" By the way, it seems to come out of this house behind you! ”

"Weird voices? I didn't hear that! "I don't want Wang Ma to know that I broke the glass bottle in this room just now, so I said with a haha, "Wang Ma, did you hear it wrong?" ”

Wang Ma glanced thoughtfully at the room behind me and whispered, "Maybe I misheard." ”

"Mother Wang, how long have you been in Qin Lang's house?" I think Qin Lang's family is really a little strange, and I am a little curious in my heart, if Wang Ma has been here for a long time, I can find out something from her mouth.

"How long have I been here?" Mother Wang fell into deep thought, and just when I thought she wouldn't answer, she suddenly raised her face, looked at me and said, "I've been here for twenty years, twenty years. ”

The sun sprinkled on Wang Ma's face, reflecting her face was quiet and beautiful, like a piece of fine jade, Yingying exuded a warm luster. Looking at Wang Ma's gentle and kind face, I realized at this moment that Wang Ma is actually a beauty, and even more beautiful than Qin Lang's young and beautiful mother. Wang Ma's eyes were dyed with a trace of indescribable sorrow, I looked at those eyes, and my heart was shocked, how could these eyes be so familiar!

By the way, these eyes, gentle as water, are actually seven points similar to the eyes of the woman painted in the room just now!

"Miss Feng, what are you looking at? Is there something on my face? Seeing that I had been staring at her, Mother Wang couldn't help but ask.

"Nope." I realized my gaffe and smiled lightly, "Mother Wang, I just think you are so good-looking, and when you were young, you must have been a rare beauty." ”

"What's the matter, Miss Feng is really joking." Wang Ma smiled embarrassedly at me, I wanted to ask her a few questions, but we had already arrived at Qin Lang's room during the joke, Wang Ma was busy preparing dinner, and I didn't want to continue to harass her.

Thinking of Wang Ma's eyes that resemble the woman in the painting, the doubts in my heart are getting heavier and heavier, Wang Ma, what is the relationship with the woman in the painting? Because there is a long, long blood mark on the woman's face, I can't fully see what her face looks like, and I don't know how similar the princess is to the woman's face.

Could Wang Ma be the woman in the painting? The thought popped into my mind, after all, it was rare for two people to have eyes that alike.

I was chilled by this inexplicable thought of my own, but it doesn't seem right, there is no blood on Wang Ma's face?! Suddenly, I thought of the eyes in the glass bottle, those eyes burned by the flames, whose ones they belonged to?!

I seem to have accidentally broken the glass bottle just now, what happened to those eyes?