When Jing Xuan heard the news, he saw Chu Huan carving a tablet pattern with a carving knife.

What Fu Xi found was not the wood for making the tablet, but a semi-finished tablet, saying that she was afraid that she would be too tired to do it herself.

Nowadays, you only need to carve and brush the color embellishment.

Even if you do it yourself, you don't need to toss too hard.

Chu Huan doesn't care about these details, she doesn't know how to do those carpentry jobs, if she does it herself, I'm afraid it won't be the same.

I just think that if you directly ask someone to prepare a tablet, it is always a little perfunctory.

After Jing Xuan came, he saw that she was really playing the tablet as Fu Xi said, and her face was slightly dark.

"What are you doing?"

Chu Huan didn't raise his head, but said lightly: "Can't you see it?" I'm making a tablet. ”

"What do you do with the tablet?"

Chu Huan paused, and said with a sneer: "Your Highness's question is really interesting, the tablet is naturally used to worship the dead, can it still be used to look at it?" ”

After a pause, she suddenly changed her words: "Oh, no, there is also an immortal tablet for the living, but mine is for the dead." ”

Jing Xuan twisted his eyebrows fiercely, feeling more and more weird about Chu Huan, and his heart became heavier and heavier.

“…… Who are you going to worship? ”

Chu Huan raised his eyes and looked at him, smiling: "You will know." ”

Jing Xuan saw that she didn't say anything, so he didn't ask, just sat next to her and stared at her, and looked at the things in her hands.

Chu Huan carefully pinched the carving knife and carved the edge of the tablet, grinding the edges.

It was the first time she was doing this, she was not skilled, and soon her hand slipped, and the sharp tip of the knife poked directly into the hand on the other side, and a cut was immediately made on her index finger, and blood gushed out.

"Shhhh

She frowned and took a breath, looking at the bleeding wound, a little dazed.

The blood also stained the tablet red, and it soaked the fabric of the dress underneath along the tablet.

Jing Xuan was startled, and hurriedly stood up and stepped forward, his voice trembling in a hurry.

"Why was it so careless?"

He hurriedly took the carving knife and tablet she still held in his hand and set them aside, then held her injured hand and wrapped her index finger with his palm.

Then he said angrily to the flickers on the side: "What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you go get medicine and gauze? ”

Fu Xi hurriedly went to find it.

After a busy period of work, all the things to deal with the wounds were done, and her fingers were wrapped in the palm of his hand, and the blood congealed in the palm of his hand, and the bleeding almost stopped.

But because the wound was a little long, almost the length of two fingers, and the flesh was still visible, a lot of blood was shed, and his hand was red, and the blood that was clotting was sticky.

After Jing Xuan simply washed the blood stains on her hands, she gritted her teeth and treated her wounds very forbearingly.

She was in a calm trance from beginning to end, and she didn't react to the injury, as if she didn't know the pain, only frowned slightly when she was taking the medicine.

Other times, she didn't react until the wound was dressed.

When the wound was bandaged, she picked up the carving knife and the blood-stained tablet again, as if she wanted to continue.

But with her left index finger wrapped around it, it was a little inconvenient.

And the tablet of the log is stained with a large area of blood.

Jing Xuan washed her hands and turned around, seeing this, she hurriedly pressed her hand and said, "Don't get it, I'll help you." ”

Chu Huan's brows moved slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

He thought she wouldn't be willing, but he didn't expect her to suddenly smile weirdly and nodded: "Okay, forget it, it's what you should do." ”

Jing Xuan listened, a little puzzled.

But I didn't say anything.

Her business is also his business, and it is indeed what he should do.

I don't know, though, what is it.

Jing Xuan looked at the blood stains on it and said, "This card is stained with blood, I'll ask people to replace it with a new one." ”

Chu Huan shook his head: "No need, it's good to be stained with blood, and if you stain my blood, it's okay." ”

Hearing this, Jing Xuan's heart was furious.

There was always a feeling of coldness, and he couldn't say what was going on, but he felt a chill behind him.

He suppressed the doubts in his heart, and at her request, he carved and polished the tablet little by little, and worked for almost half an hour, and finally got it done.

When it is dyed and colored, and then the name of the card is written, it is a complete tablet with excellent workmanship.

He hesitated for a moment, and asked him a little uneasily, "Whose name is it going to write on it?" ”

Chu Huan opened his lips and whispered: "Chu Huan." ”

Chu Huan.

Chu Huan?!

He slammed up and rebuked with a little anger: "What nonsense are you talking about? Why do you have to write your name on the tablet? Do you know what that means? You're not dead! Chu Huan, what are you crazy about? ”

It's been a long time since he's spoken so harshly to her.

But what she was doing now was too unbelievable, and he couldn't talk to her calmly.

It is crazy enough to write your name on a tablet dedicated to the dead.

Chu Huan looked up at him with a condensed gaze and said, "I'm not crazy, can you write or not?" If you don't write, I'll do it myself. ”

Jing Xuan said in a deep voice: "I can't let you do such a ridiculous thing, you are alive here, how can you do such an unlucky thing?" I don't know what's going on, why you're doing this, but I'll never allow you to do that! ”

When he objected like this, Chu Huan knew that he really couldn't write this name to offer.

If she really dared to write the word Chu Huan on it for here, he would probably fall.

However, with a name and without a name, in fact, it is the same.

She suddenly smiled inexplicably and compromised: "Okay, if you don't write, don't write, as long as I know what the name should be on it, everything next to it is a form, and it doesn't matter." ”

She got up, took the blood-stained log tablet he held in his hand, and touched it lightly a few times, feeling like she was touching someone's face, and in Jing Xuan's eyes, she felt more and more weird.

Ignoring his stunned reaction, she walked to the compartment with the tablet in her hand, placing it on the offering table that she had prepared.

On the offering table was an incense burner that had been prepared, an everlasting lamp, and a bundle of incense.

Oh, and shelved a stack of death spells that she had written silently before dawn.

She lit the lantern and put on a stick of incense.

Jing Xuan followed behind and saw that she was really enshrined in the tablet, and became more and more confused.

He walked behind her and couldn't help asking, "Chu Huan, can you tell me what the hell are you doing?" ”

Chu Huan pulled his lips slightly, and said in a low voice: "I'm worshipping a dead person." ”

Jing Xuan couldn't figure it out.

She just made it clear that she wanted to write her name on it, so I am afraid that this tablet was prepared by her for herself.

But she's still alive.

She was standing here alive.

But she ......

Jing Xuan was confused and dazed, and he didn't know why, but after a moment of confusion in his mind, he suddenly thought of something.

She had previously said that she was dead, dead on her wedding night......

And now it's like that......

What does that mean exactly?