[Comprehensive] The Giant of the Red Chamber

In the early morning of the next day, Young Master Yin was awakened by a nightmare. His eyes were wide open, his breathing was heavy, and he stared blankly at the roof for a long time. Then, as if remembering something, he suddenly got up and touched it with both hands in panic. He lowered his head to see that the clothes were neatly dressed, and there was nothing wrong with it.The only discomfort was that the flesh on his body was slightly tingling, but when he took off his shirt, he didn't even have the slightest scar.

He always felt that something was wrong about last night. All his clear memories of last night ended at the moment he entered the door, and he had no memory of how he finally returned to the guest room arranged by the nunnery.All the details in the middle process are hazy, as if covered by a layer of mist, it is impossible to see clearly. I only vaguely remember that he tortured that peerless beauty to death, and the shrill cry still lingers in my ears.

Although the memory was a bit fuzzy, it felt particularly clear, as if the imprint engraved on the soul could not be erased. This time was more refreshing than any previous time. He had never experienced such an ecstasy and addiction.Thinking back to the beauty that had been eroded into the bone marrow as if he was about to ascend to heaven, Young Master Yin felt his mouth dry up, wishing to experience it again immediately.

This is 738's blindfold, which not only blurs Young Master Yin's memory, reverses the roles of the two, but also covers up the bloody image of being whipped. It still looks the same as normal skin, and the pain is also blocked. 738 was lowered, so that Young Master Yin could not notice it for the time being.

Of course, this was done in order to lure Young Master Yin into being unable to bear to continue in the next two days, and sure enough, this person would not fall once in the next two nights.It’s just that I still can’t remember the details of what happened at night. I was lying in the guest room with all my clothes in the early morning. The only thing I felt was that my skin was getting more and more stinging. In some places, there was even a strong pain due to the slight friction of the clothes, but On the surface, no problems can be seen.

Because he was mentally refreshed, Young Master Yin temporarily ignored all kinds of unusual discomforts.He also deliberately told him to keep him well, and wait for him to come and use them next time. With the existence of this second person, those poor maids will just stand aside, who cares about what they do.

Although Young Master Yin's face was pale and frightening, he was in good spirits and looked radiant, which made Mrs. Yin think that Shuiyue Temple had really come to this point.The son didn't vent as usual, but he still returned to normal. The depression before entering the temple was all gone. Mrs. Yin happily added a lot of sesame oil money, thinking that she finally found a way to solve her son's problems. I come to fast for three days every month, as long as my son is healthy, even if she is always by the Buddha's side, it's fine.

The mother and son went back to Yin's mansion happily, but it was a pity that the joy was too early. That night, Young Master Yin developed a high fever, and the whole mansion tossed up and down all night without falling asleep. He still fell asleep due to unknown reasons.You must know that although there is no problem on the outside, those wounds are real, and because they haven't been treated for three days, some wounds have begun to fester, but it's not because they have a fever.

738 restored Young Master Yin's pain perception, but still covered all kinds of hideous wounds with blindfolds, so that the doctor couldn't see the abnormality at all, and naturally he couldn't treat the symptoms.When Mr. Yin regained some consciousness, the pain in his body made him unable to bear the yells of "It hurts" and "It hurts" again and again, and asked him where the pain was, but he just yelled that his whole body hurts, and no one else could touch it. , not lying down, not sitting, not standing, the tossing whole family circled around him.

Originally, although these wounds are dense and numerous, they are all skin wounds and have not penetrated deep into the blood. If others can see the wounds, they only need to prescribe some externally applied medicine, and then take internally with heat-dissipating medicine. Enough.The bad thing is that everyone can't see the problem. It was originally a minor injury, but if it is not treated for a long time, it will become a serious illness, especially in the ancient times when inflammation and high fever can kill people, young master Yin has been killed this time. .

The son cried out in pain all the time, the parents wished to replace it with their own bodies, and invited countless imperial physicians, as well as ordinary doctors, but they couldn't relieve it.Some people said that it was because of a collision. Mrs. Yin and Mrs. Yin didn't want to think about those dead maids, but their son's appearance didn't improve, so they had to suspect that the ghosts were taking revenge.

Lord Yin severely reprimanded Mrs. Yin, complaining that she knew why she didn't report her son's problem to him earlier, and she wouldn't make a wrong step to make the current irreversible situation. Seeing that it was destroyed in a blink of an eye.

Now that the matter has come to an end, Mr. Yin is remorseful and angry, looks at the inhuman son tortured on the bed, closes his eyes, and still orders people to comfort the family members of the dead maids, rewarding money and land.He also invited eminent monks and mages to perform methods for them one by one, hoping that those souls can rest in peace, and they will be reborn as soon as possible so that they will not haunt their family anymore.

738 took the opportunity to intrude into Young Master Yin's dream, and made many miserable-looking female ghosts, scaring him from time to time.This made Young Master Yin even in a coma, with a terrified expression, chanting from time to time: "Don't come here." "I didn't mean to kill you." There was also an exasperated one: "You lowly maidservants, you were born as slaves, you died. One life, you dare to scare me, get out, get out..."

With such a shout, Mrs. Yin had no time to stop it. The servants who didn't know the details heard some rumors and began to speculate in private. No wonder there are always beautiful little maids disappearing from time to time. It turns out that it is not the so-called being redeemed by the family. Live a good life, but become the dead soul of the young master.

As a result, all the maids dared not go to Young Master Yin's yard anymore, and the objects they had squeezed their heads to serve were now avoiding like snakes and scorpions.Mr. Yin and Mrs. Yin ordered to keep their mouths shut, as long as anyone who spreads rumors and troubles is killed, the subordinates dare not talk about it because of high-handed tactics, but they can't help thinking about it in their hearts.

Anyone who has a way and can find a way will find a way to get his family members to redeem him, no matter how good the treatment is, it is useless to enjoy life.Those old people who have children, those who don't have a girl in the family, all breathe a sigh of relief, and those who have a girl are all terrified, for fear that after Young Master Yin wakes up, he will be hustled one day if he doesn't have a girl.

The Yin mansion was once in a state of panic, Mr. Yin wanted to take care of it, but as a man, he was powerless to deal with the fact of the back house. Mrs. Yin was only concerned about Young Master Yin, and couldn't tell her mind at all. With strong means, trying to block Yoyo's mouth.If things go on like this, the situation will naturally get worse and worse, to an irreversible point.

After three days and three nights of high fever, Young Master Yin finally couldn't bear it anymore, kicked his legs and died on the fifth day.Seeing this, the servants were worried that the masters would be too sad and vent their anger, but at the same time they breathed a sigh of relief because the potential threat had been lifted.

Originally, all the rumors should have gradually died down with the death of Young Master Yin. At the very least, the first thing Mr. Yin felt when he heard the death of his favorite young son was not sadness, but relief and relief.In the past few days, Mr. Yin was always worried that his son would be attacked and wiped out by countless political enemies after his affairs were revealed. Now that he is dead, there is naturally room for many things to change.

The eldest son of the Yin family is not so friendly to this younger brother who has robbed his parents of all the attention since he was born. Although he did not go to the point of fighting openly and secretly, the biggest potential object of contention is dead, and he has cast such a disgraceful reputation. When the time comes, his father will turn his attention back to him, so that his status as a legitimate son will be completely guaranteed.In this regard, Mr. Yin naturally did not express his sadness at the death of his younger brother. It would be good not to have fun.

The only one who was really sad was Mrs. Yin. She cried so much that she was so embarrassed that she frantically prevented the servants from dressing up young Mr. Yin into the coffin, muttering to herself that her son was not dead, and that his son had returned to normal , How could he suddenly die?

When Mrs. Yin stopped him, the scars of Young Master Yin's life were gradually revealed. The fur coat he was wearing on his body disappeared inexplicably, leaving only a pair of trousers.Everyone in Yin's mansion stared dumbfounded at the young master who was usually so beautiful and beautiful. There were so many traces of being abused. No wonder he always cried out for pain. Pus, how can it not hurt?

The timid servants couldn't help but shouted: "The wronged soul is demanding his life, the wronged soul is demanding his life, this is all retribution, retribution..." "Run for your life, or none of them will survive." Running, shouting Shouts, discussions and shouts came and went.

"Hurry up and enshrine the young master, quickly..." Master Yin roared and ordered, but unfortunately no one dared to step forward, for fear that the evil spirits would surround young young master Yin, and if they were dissatisfied with their actions, they would also be ordered to die.

Seeing her son in such a miserable state, Mrs. Yin didn't feel disgusted at all: "My son, my poor son..." Then she yelled at the servants: "Bring the clothes, hurry..." The servants handed over the clothes tremblingly and then Hiding away from a distance, Mrs. Yin was in a hurry to dress Young Master Yin herself.

All of this is of course 738's handwriting. Mr. Yin saw the chaos in the room, crying and shouting, looked around, looked up at the sky, and seemed to be ten years old in an instant, couldn't help but burst into tears, and said He said, "Heaven is going to kill me, the old minister is ashamed of his kindness to the Holy Lord, and can only repay it in the next life." After that, he crashed his head on the rockery to death, which can be said to be blood spattered three feet.

"Father" Young Master Yin ran over to feel his pulse, and he was already dead, so he couldn't help crying at this moment, the Yin family might be defeated this time.

"Master", "my son", "retribution"... The Yin residence was even more chaotic.

Mr. Yin's suicide is also a helpless move. I am afraid that today's events will not be hidden from the eyes and ears of political enemies. At that time, a memorial will be sent to the holy audience, and his reputation and official career may stop here. The whole family was involved, so how could those enemies let go of such a good opportunity and not kill the Yin family with one move!

Only self-mutilation, pleading guilty with death, can still preserve a little bit of reputation, and the Holy One will read it lightly for many years of affection, and will not anger innocent people. Only in this way can the Yin family leave a little blood, even in the future Life is hard, but at any rate it won't end in ruins.