She smiled lightly on her face, but her heart was cold.

Her uncle and aunt probably didn't really look at her face seriously, if they did, how could they not recognize it? Or has she been pampered all these years, and she is no longer the thin girl she was back then?

He patted her on the shoulder to comfort her, told her to calm down, and when it was dark, he raised his sword to kill, and the blood splattered on the lattice of the window, and also on the heart.

Kill and set fire.

By the time the fire was raging, the two had already left.

She stiffened her face, she couldn't tell the taste, sweet and sour, bitter and bitter.

He said, "You're not happy?"

She said, happy, but we don't have any money.

He became poor, he was away all the year round, his property was gradually eroded, and the money sent by his family was getting less and less every year, and now, it has been a long time since he sent money, and this time he went back to her hometown, and he used the only savings he had.

He said, then go home and get the money.

But they couldn't go back after all, he fell ill on the road, and had no money for treatment, she became a gold and silver hairpin, bright clothes, and the little guy who followed her also ran away, and in the end only a little guy who was raised since childhood was left and her.

He said, "Regret it!"

She asked, "Repentance of what?"

He said that he shouldn't have made a bet with Gui Lao Dao back then, and if he didn't gamble, he wouldn't have ended up today.

Gui Lao Dao is also called Gui Xing Dao Chang, is a Taoist priest of Guiyun Mountain, good at fortune telling, people say that he will die, only count the death period, he didn't believe it back then, he just won the bet and returned to the old way, let the old Tao calculate a hexagram for him, and the old Tao said that he would not live to be forty-five years old.

He didn't believe it then, but now he does.

She said, "What then?" The master is dead, and the slave is not alive anymore.

He said, don't be afraid, the old way said that people can come back from the dead, he taught me a formation, after I die, you guard me for three months, three months later, I will be resurrected, you guard the tomb for me, don't let people collide with my soul.

She nodded solemnly and swore that the slave was dead, and she would also guard the master's tomb.

For the rest of the day, they chose the cemetery, dug the grave, and arranged the formation according to the map, and finally, when everything was done, he also closed his eyes, and she closed his eyes with her own hands and stayed outside the tomb for three whole months.

It was three months full of hope, and she often looked at the dark tomb and the sparks inside, fantasizing that someone would walk from the dark end to the light, but she waited for nothing.

Three months later, the little guy who was guarding with her couldn't wait.

The little girl said, sister, you can go too. The lord will not come back.

She shook her head, the lord said three months, but didn't say how many days in three months, what if it was three months and twenty-nine days, I always have to wait for enough days, in case the lord comes out and can't see me, how anxious I am, and then what if someone collides with the lord's spirit? I'm going to guard the master.

The little girl didn't resist her, and said, anyway, I've been waiting for three months, and if I wait a few more days, it's nothing.

The two waited together, but they didn't wait for the master, but they waited for the robber, and the robber came with him, and they lived here for three months, and they wanted to eat and drink, and the little guy would go to the neighborhood to buy food and vegetables, and the gang of robbers found him and followed.

The robber knocked over the little guy and wanted to arrest her, she ran quickly to the cemetery, the other end of the graveyard was so dark, but she was not afraid at all, there was her lord there!

She ran to the end and threw herself on the coffin of the old man, and the robber approached, smiling fiercely, and she pulled off the hairpin and stabbed it in the throat......

The blood, splashed down the hairpin, dripping onto the formation, she saw the formation light up, her soul was sucked into the three eyes of the formation, the robbers were frightened by this scene, they ran backwards, the cemetery collapsed, and the entire cemetery fell into darkness......

When the soul was separated, she finally understood a little, why didn't the old man wake up, because this formation was not activated, this was a dead formation, why didn't the old man tell her? Why?

After she was distracted, she fell asleep for three hundred years, until someone opened the tomb and brought her out, and that person had eyes that could see souls......

……

After reading Chu Hongyi's life, Mingmei was silent.

Zan Jinyu's curiosity couldn't be suppressed, Mingmei looked at his eyes, smiled, and nodded his forehead, what she saw was what he saw, Zan Jinyu was relieved, this spell was so good, he probably wouldn't be able to learn it in his life.

Chu Hongyi smiled bitterly, "Engong? ”

Mingmei closed her eyes slightly, this person is not easy to deal with.

Zhang Qinggu is a generation of writers, with aura, this aura was integrated into his own carved pixiu, jade plates, and fired porcelain, Chu Hongyi died in the formation by mistake, and nourished the aura with his soul.

And those robbers died in the tomb, and the blood also fueled the evil spirit, so that Pixiu and the fish had knowledge.

All kinds of coincidences have created today's situation, and if you think about it carefully, it is somewhat evil.

This beauty's hands were stained with blood, but none of them were killed by her own hands, which was not the same as Luo Yueyao.

Mingmei said: "I am not your father-in-law, and I have no intention of saving you." ”

Chu Hongyi's face was bitter, "The little woman's soul is separated, if it is not for Engong, she can't condense her soul, the little woman understands." Dare to ask...... This son, my master...... What happened to Zhang Qinggu? ”

"Dead!"

Zhang Qinggu is dead.

He doesn't believe in the old ways.

He wrote countless poems in his life, the rhetoric is magnificent, heroic and atmospheric, there are often descriptions of his own encounters with gods and immortals, but in fact, he doesn't believe in those, he thinks that whether it is a superior or a low, they are all ordinary people, no one will master the secret of immortality, and there is no such spell as resurrection from the dead, which is written in poetry to deceive people.

That's what he wrote, could he not know?

Therefore, he drew the formation, arranged the formation, and made things so solemn, with only one purpose.

I hope the girl he saved doesn't die.

The girl is only in her twenties, and there are still decades to live, she is young and beautiful, and talented, and has vision, I believe that she can find a good man to rely on for a lifetime.

Three months is enough time for her to dispel her will to die!

He calculated everything very well, but he didn't count that after his death, the dynasty was in chaos, the emperor was forced to the palace, the prince was in exile among the people, the people were full of robbers, and there were very few lovers.

Chu Hongyi heard the truth from the bright and indifferent words.

She wanted to shed a tear, but found that the soul was tearless.

She actually thought about it.

But she has to listen to the old man, and she has to live for three months.

She thought about all kinds of possibilities, but she never thought that the master would lie to her.

Zan Jinyu and Mingmei went upstairs to sleep, Chu Hongyi stood dumbfounded, thinking about what to do in the future?

She always has to go to the master's grave to see, the master's grave was blown up by the bad guys, the lord's bones are lying alone in the coffin, I don't know if it has been destroyed, she is anxious to think of this, but she doesn't know which dynasty and which generation it is now, the world outside is chaotic, and she doesn't know where the location of the master's grave is now?