Starting his cultivation from marrying the Weaver Girl

Chapter 45: Flower Rope (Please Read)
elder sister?

Lin Yao was shocked. Now in front of him was this strange ceramic doll.

So what is her sister?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at the maid beside him.

She was still bound by the embroidery thread, standing there motionless.

Lin Yao was surrounded by an inexplicable silence.

This silence is unsettling and a little crazy.

Suddenly, he felt the flower rope in his hand move.

A pair of purple arms appeared in front of Lin Yao, and the flower rope in his hand was being moved by these arms.

He slowly raised his head.

A slightly pale face appeared in front of Lin Yao. The blue and red eye makeup made her eyes bright and charming, and a plain dress wrapped her body.

The woman was sitting at the top of the corridor. The face that Lin Yao saw was being held down by a flower pistil, and the slender green roots kept floating in front of his eyes.

"It's so difficult."

The woman in front of him didn't open her mouth, but she made a sound.

Lin Yao glanced sideways and saw a flower bud next to the woman's ear. There was no face on it, only lips.

Beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and he forced himself to calm down.

The maid, the porcelain doll, and this weird sister.

Lin Yao’s way was blocked on three sides.

Xiaoqing was nowhere to be found at this time, and the thing trapped by the embroidery thread only had a trace of Xiaoqing's scent on it.

"When did Xiaoqing disappear?"

Lin Yao kept thinking about what had happened between the two of them along the way.

"Wait? I don't think I've seen Xiaoqing's face since entering the ancient house!"

Lin Yao frowned slightly. His sister and the porcelain doll were both focused on the flower rope, so he didn't have to worry about his life now.

From the moment he stepped into the house, Xiaoqing had been walking in front of him.

Although there was some communication between the two, Xiaoqing never looked back every time.

"Could it be because of the outer courtyard?"

But if that was the case, why was he able to enter the inner house?

Is it possible that only the first person who steps into the ancient house will be replaced?

At this moment, the red rope in his hand suddenly moved. When he looked over, the red rope in his hand suddenly broke.

A pair of scissors appeared in my sister's hand at some point.

"That's all right."

His lips opened again, his voice filled with joy and pride.

Lin Yao threw down the red rope in his hand, and when he looked up, two pairs of hands were placed in front of him.

"Come on, play cat's tangle."

Lin Yao's scalp suddenly felt numb, and he looked at the two sisters in front of him stiffly.

They smiled sweetly, their eyes filled with anticipation as they looked at him.

But Lin Yao is only one person now, how can he play cat's tuck with the two sisters?
He estimated that as long as he flipped the rope in one of the people's hands first, the remaining person would probably kill him.

"Why aren't you moving?"

The sound of the ceramic doll is crisp and pleasant, and when it makes a sound it sounds like glazed tiles colliding with each other.

Lin Yao suddenly felt something slippery on his hands. When he raised his hands, he found that they were covered in blood.

"Are those red ropes dyed with blood?"

"Yeah, come play with us."

The voice of the ceramic doll came from his ears, and Lin Yao felt a touch of coldness on his arm, and the body of the ceramic doll was pressed against him.

Seeing that he didn't move, Wawa's tone suddenly became gloomy.

"You won't play with us?"

Gululu.

Suddenly, a rolling sound was heard in the corridor, and many ceramic fat doll headgear hit Lin Yao's side and stopped.

"Put it on."

My sister, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly spoke.

Lin Yao reached out and picked up the doll headgear. It was a little cold to the touch and looked like what actors wore on their heads when they visited temple fairs in their previous life.

Seeing this, the porcelain doll looked at its sister and seemed a little dissatisfied.

Lin Yao put it on his head. He had just entered the ancient house, and he didn't know what else would happen in it. He didn't know where Xiaoqing was either. The most important thing now was to survive, not to break up with the two sisters in front of him.

"There doesn't seem to be anything unusual about this headgear."

After Lin Yao put on the doll's headgear, he didn't find anything strange inside except a faint smell of blood.

The two sisters looked at the doll in front of them and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Sister, this doll is so cute, can you bring it to my room?"

"No."

Lin Yao only felt a warm hand holding his wrist.

"She has body temperature? Human breath?"

Lin Yao looked at his sister's figure with some surprise.

No matter how you look at it, the woman in front of you doesn't look like a normal person.

The ceramic doll shook its head, making a tinkling sound, then turned around and looked at the thing tied up by Lin Yao.

"What about this?"

"random."

The ceramic doll turned around in anger and grabbed the thing with the branch of its lower body. Lin Yao quietly retracted the embroidery thread, but left one attached to the thing.

"You come with me."

The sister jumped down from the top of the corridor. As her long skirt fluttered, Lin Yao saw her slenderness and whiteness, and on the other side, there were winding tree roots.

The woman led him towards the corridor in front. When they turned the corner, the maid was still standing there, looking at him quietly.

Walking through the winding corridors, Lin Yao left some embroidery threads everywhere, in order to find out what this ancient house was like.

These two sisters are already extremely strange, but it seems that they are just living outside the inner house.

There are many forks in the corridor, and no one knows where they lead.

The two walked for a long time, and then the woman stopped.

The plaque on the courtyard in front of me reads - Lilac Cottage.

clove?

Lin Yao looked at the flower under the woman's head. Although it was purple, it was far from lilac.

"From now on, you will be my chambermaid. Remember to water the flowers and accompany me to the theater later."

After the woman led him into the courtyard, she pointed to the wooden barrel by the door and then walked into the room on her own.

Lin Yao looked around. The courtyard was quiet and elegant, with many flowers in bud.

As for the door of the woman's room, there was a doll woven with flowers, and on its face was the mask that Lin Yao had seen in Fengmen Village.

"It's this mask again."

Lin Yao picked up the wooden barrel. This ancient house left him completely clueless. The only thing he could be sure of was that the figure he had just met must be in this ancient house.

The embroidery thread on the latter is still there.

He carefully watered the flowers in the yard, then walked to the woman's door and knocked gently.

"After watering the flowers, feel free to do as you please. Remember to come back and watch the show with me at night. Don't go deep into the corridors."

After saying this, the woman fell silent.

Lin Yao turned around and walked straight out of the courtyard and returned to the corridor.

He glanced into the depths of the corridor.

When they first arrived, the woman took him around a corner in the corridor, and then kept moving forward. The next corner was not far in front of the courtyard.

"Every turn in this corridor leads to the next level."

Lin Yao stared for a moment, then turned and walked back the way he came.

If he rashly entered the next level, there would certainly be more clues, but he was not sure he would survive.

Now all Lin Yao can do is to rely on the woman's momentum on the first floor to complete the exploration of this floor.

"The maidservant"

Lin Yao was walking and thinking, when the two women met him, the maid had been standing beside the three of them.

Although they were motionless, he could clearly feel that the two sisters subconsciously avoided the place where the maid was standing.

Lin Yao stopped at an intersection, not because he had reached the place he wanted to go.

It was because the maid was standing in front of him at this moment.

like.

Been waiting for him.

(End of this chapter)