Painted skin jade series

At night, the room was pitch black. Chen Yuhui remembered that she had told Danniang to keep the light on. She was just about to call for someone. Thinking that everyone was sleeping at this time, she lifted the quilt and sat up by herself.

Why is it so dark?There is no breath of life, and even the moon outside the window is dead and white.Chen Yuhui had just caught her shoes, and she staggered too quickly.He groped to the table and picked up the flint to light a fire. Sparks flickered, but when he extinguished it, he couldn't light it.Chen Yuhui stood for a while, moved outside, stood at the door, looked behind her, the room was swallowed up by a mass of darkness, and she couldn't see her fingers. In front of her was a faint path illuminated by the moonlight, and she didn't know where it led. .

The whole yard was dark, without the usual lanterns. Chen Yuhui called Danniang, but she couldn't hear her own voice.Startled.

On the other side of the path, there are some tiny lights, which seem to be the only light all day long.Chen Yuhui pressed her uncomfortable chest, frowned and hesitated, and walked deep into the path.

Passing through the flowers, the shade of the trees, and the small bridge, I suddenly looked up and found myself standing outside the Anxiang Pavilion.Chen Yuhui took a few steps back in panic, and fell down on a stone by the lake.The running water in this mansion comes from the big lake outside, which is usually sparkling and fragrant with fish and lotus, but now it looks dark and without waves, and Chen Yuhui's heart skipped a beat.

There was a sound in my ear, it sounded a little bit, and a little bit worse.It was panting, screaming, lewd voices, profane language, and the sound of physical collision and friction, covering the sky and covering the sky. Chen Yuhui stared at the light, as if seeing two bodies having sex, and her heart was torn apart.Cover your ears so you can’t hear; lower your head so you can’t see; if you don’t listen or see, you don’t have to think about it...the huddled body is hugged by someone, the strange breath...Chen Yuhui’s hands and feet are cold, no one knows , since he was a child, he would see some unclean things, and no one could save him. He knew that the ones who sympathized with him were not living things... his breath was stuck in his throat, he couldn't get up and down, and he didn't dare to move.

The visitor sighed, and the cold breath floated in his ears. "So, do you love him so much?" A deep male voice said.

"Who... are you?" Chen Yuhui asked stiffly.

"Are you asking about this me, or the previous me? The me here, or the me in the attic?" The man let go of him, covered his eyes with his hand, and said playfully, "Open it, I won't scare you." .”

The white skeleton was covered with black clothes, blood was overflowing from the eye sockets, and the wind was blowing... Chen Yuhui had done enough psychological construction.The blocking hand moved away from his eyes, and he saw a young man smiling at him, blinking his eyes, pressing back half of his heart, fortunately, he kept his word and wasn't scary.

The man seemed to know what he was thinking, smiled happily, turned his head and said: "Chen Yuhui, my name is Mei Jue, Li Meijue, maybe you don't remember."

Should I remember?Chen Yuhui frowned.

The ghost named Li Meijue was tall and tall, with a clear face, darting eyebrows, and a very kind smile, even the dead white moon in the sky was not so shabby.

Li Meijue said to Chen Yuhui: "You are kind to me, and I have a grudge against him. If you lose your heart to him, I will cut off your affection for him, okay?"

After Li Meijue finished speaking, she stepped back.

Chen Yuhui was anxious, and grabbed Li's hand. He didn't quite understand the meaning of the words, but he heard the danger in the words, and instinctively stretched out his hand to keep him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he touched Li's hand, as if struck by lightning, white, black, and red images flooded his mind, and Chen Yuhui let go of his hand in shock. Li's figure drifted away and disappeared into the swaying leaves of the forest.Scarlet blood, tangled hair, white human skin, ruptured intestines and an empty chest without a heart, in the darkness, whose smile is it, enchanting and charming with a determined hatred... Chen Yuhui has a splitting headache, and her heart beats like a Lei, in a long-term suffocation, opened his eyes, and found himself lying on the bed in the room, trapped in the quilt, but his whole body was dripping with cold sweat.The world is quiet, the oil lamps lit outside the bird screen flicker on and off, and the faint yellow light swaying between the drooping silver-red veils is as warm and soft as a dream.Yes, a dream.Just a dream.Chen Yuhui fell into a deep sleep.

Outside, night, boundless.