Time travel: Are you as professional as him in eating dog food?

Deep in the courtyard, the moon is dim, the candlelight flickers, and my heart is sad. The beautiful lady, who is as pretty as a flower, was insulted for no reason and burst into tears. Her family laughed, but they plotted against her and tricked her into entering the high gate.

Pawning his wife for silver, cruelly killing his own flesh and blood. His red skirt is stained with blood, and he cries every night in the corridor. His hair is messy, his face is hurt, and he spends his time without anyone paying attention to him.

The east wing, the west painting hall, every step is a place of broken souls. The flowers in the south courtyard, the frost in the north courtyard, year after year, dreams of broken hearts. A piece of paper deed, locks up the red makeup, the high-class family is a prison cell.

In the 28th year, Hua Zhengfang was imprisoned and filled with hatred. In a dream at midnight, he returned to his hometown. The smiles of his relatives were all false. The four walls were cold as frost, and his lonely figure faced the moon alone, desolate.

My heart is burning, my mind is going crazy, I sing a sad song and cry blood. My six spirits are scattered, my soul wants to fly, I just hope that I will not suffer in the next life. My seven orifices are flowing, blood and tears are flowing, the injustice is hard to express and the hatred is unparalleled.

I wandered in all directions, without a purpose, only sad songs lingered in the hall. Nine heavens, ten wastelands, it is hard to forget each other in this life. Don't sing sad songs, those who listen to them will shed tears.

Distant and sad voices echoed throughout the yard. A slender figure was waving his sleeves in the yard, as if performing something.

"Miss, the messenger came to report that everything is ready, and now all we need is for you to go there in person."

After saying this, the old woman, who was originally bowing, raised her eyes to look at the figure in front of her who had stopped moving. The sleeves on her arms slowly slipped down and faded between her arms.

"Then let's go...ah~"

The shrill voice of a female actress resounded throughout the yard, and the numb expression on the old woman's face gradually showed a hint of movement. She slowly moved her body and clapped her hands.

Suddenly, two people jumped in and jumped into the well in the yard one after another...

At the end of the deep corridor, a strange ceremony was being held in an empty field. Pale curtains fluttered in the wind, and yellowed paper money was scattered all over the ground. In the middle, an old woman sat upright, her face was like gold paper, and her wrinkles were full of traces of time. Her eye sockets were hollow, and blood was gurgling from time to time, and the other half of her face was sunken.

The people standing upright around them were silent, with no expression on their faces, as if they were ghosts. Their eyes were empty, neither sad nor happy, just wooden, as if all emotions had been drained away, leaving only a body performing the ritual.

The couple kneeled in the center of the venue, their bodies hunched, their faces pale, their eyes revealing deep emptiness and lifelessness. They just mechanically followed the steps of the ritual, unable to feel sadness, and also lost the ability to be happy.

The air was filled with the smell of incense, candles, and paper money, mixed with the musty smell of the damp corridor, forming a depressing atmosphere. When the wind blew, the paper money fluttered, like pale butterflies dancing in the garden of death. The whole scene was shrouded in a strange atmosphere, as if something unspeakable was about to happen at any time.

The sound of shoes hitting the ground was heard, and two figures like those in a zombie movie jumped in. As the sound got closer, the people who were originally standing numbly on both sides suddenly turned their heads to look at the entrance of the passage, but when they saw the people coming, they turned their necks back, and the "cracking" sound seemed to break the bones in their necks.

After the 'tapping' sound stopped, two figures walked out from behind the two people who were standing still, and slowly moved to the center of the venue. She was wearing a brightly colored costume and a purple gold and jade hairpin on her head. She tilted her head slightly, swung out a sleeve, and suddenly grabbed a flapping winged thing in the shadow.

"quack"

The shrill cries of crows echoed throughout the corridor until...

"Messenger, please forgive me, I didn't know where you were."

A thin voice sounded in the corridor, and a pair of orchid hands were slightly raised, and the sleeves were released, with a trace of timidity between the eyebrows.

“Quack, quack, quack~”

A crow flew out from her sleeves, coughing and croaking a few times, as if accusing her of disrespect for no reason.

The woman rolled up her sleeves, bowed slightly, lowered her eyes slightly, and her eyes were slightly red.

"My Lord Messenger, please forgive me. I will offer you my last blood meal right now."

As he spoke, he stood up, turned around, and walked towards the direction of the people in the middle. When he got behind them, he kicked both of them over and flicked his sleeves. The two people who were originally motionless on the ground suddenly became clear-eyed.

'Where is this, my son, my son?'

The old woman lying on the ground couldn't help but scream loudly, while the old man next to her could only make a "ho ho ho ho" sound from his throat for some reason.

"Awake? I originally wanted to let you die painlessly, but then I thought, wouldn't that be too easy for you? Besides...your son still wants to see you. If you can't even recognize him, wouldn't it be too heartbreaking for him?"

He waved his hand, and the old woman behind him clapped her hands. A dark and strong figure like an iron tower came up with something wrapped tightly and shaped like a silkworm pupa. Then he tore open the quilt that was wrapped around him and threw him to the ground.

Then there were bursts of heart-wrenching screams and unbearable sounds.

"My son... my son, how did you become like this? I am your mother, please wake up."

The old woman looked incredulous as she crawled towards the man who was wriggling like a worm and enjoying himself.

The standing woman showed a hint of sarcasm on her face, kicked the man's jade dust, kept crushing it, and asked him if he was comfortable.

The man on the ground nodded with a look of enjoyment, and his body kept moving closer to her.

"Son~ You vicious woman, what did you do to my son? He was so good to you, and you treated him like this"

“Excellent?”

The woman was about to continue speaking when her eyes suddenly rolled, she withdrew her legs in an instant, turned her head to look at the person next to her, and signaled him with her eyes.

The iron tower-like man understood what he meant and waved his hand. A black mist immediately rushed out from his body and flew back to the hand of the man not far away.

"Ah~"

The man on the ground seemed to feel the loss in his body and kept squirming.

The woman took out a pill from her purse, held it in her hand, raised her eyelids slightly and glanced at the old woman on the ground, then threw the pill to her and said, "I give this to you to fulfill what you said, 'He treats me very well'. As for whether you give it to him or not, that's your business."

Then he turned around and stopped looking at them.

But there was a rustling sound behind her, and the corners of the woman's mouth curled up slightly. She was about to turn around, but she felt a cold touch on her neck.

"Don't move. If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time."