Chapter 429: Unicorn

Ye Xiu chased him out immediately, but when he first walked to the door, he suddenly heard the servant next to him whispering.
"What to do, the house is getting more and more terrifying recently, and now the young master is also in trouble, is it our turn next?"
"What should we do then? We were all picked up by the master and there is nowhere to go. Even if we leave, we don't know where we can go."
As they said, the maids sighed helplessly, and a trace of fear flashed in their eyes.
But more still helpless.
"One more thing, I saw Xiaoxia wandering in the garden alone last night. It was scary in the middle of the night, and she didn't respond when I called her. If it weren't for yesterday, if I had to come out and bring something to the master, I would kill him. I don’t even run outside in the middle of the night. You know that the weather last night was already quite scary. When I saw this scene again, I almost couldn’t sleep."
"Hey, you saw it too. I actually saw it when I borrowed the money, but I didn't go out and what I saw was Lamei. She woke up suddenly in the middle of the night and didn't know what to do. I told her She didn't respond."
The two maids were a little scared when they said this. They never expected to see such a scene. Coupled with the recent events, they only felt a chill in their backs.
"Since the last time I divided it, I feel weird. I have nightmares every night when I go to bed, and I have the same nightmare for several days in a row. Do you think our clothes are really haunted?"
"No, right? I had the same nightmare for several days in a row."
The surrounding servants talked a lot, and the more they talked, the more terrifying they became. Ye Xiu was just listening. Several of them all woke up in the middle of the night and found themselves standing in the back garden.
Thinking of people who died here before, they almost ran back crawling.
They discussed and discussed the more evil they spread, and they all said that the ghost who died in the back garden wanted to seduce them.
Now these people are all in vain, so they want to find a replacement for the dead.
"It won't be so evil," Goudan murmured. "But there is nothing wrong with thinking about it again. It's already pretty dark here."
Speaking of this, Ye Xiu suddenly thought of a question, isn't this a place of residence, why are so many people afraid of ghosts?
[There is no difference between people in and people in the world, especially ordinary people, they do not have the consciousness after death, but live here like ordinary people]
Ye Xiu nodded thoughtfully, only then did he understand something.
If he wants to find out what happened here, he can only go to them and ask them clearly.
He followed them all the way to the back garden, not knowing why, he always felt a smell in the air.
There are almost no people in the garden now, even the passing servants pass by in a hurry, regardless of staying too much.
Ye Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the lake not far away. The wind passed by, causing ripples.
There was a faint fragrance of flowers in the garden, and there was a small pavilion. If it were not for dead people, it would definitely not be so scary.
When these people woke up, what did they all have in common in the garden?
A strange picture suddenly appeared in his mind, he was already in another place when he recovered.
"Girl, do you want to cross the river?" The voice came from a distance, like a dream.
The woman looked at the ship getting closer and closer to her, and her heart began to struggle.
It was an old man who sailed the boat. The old man wore a gray robe and put it around him casually, completely enclosing his small body. The robe seemed to have not been washed for many years, covered in dust, and covered with countless folds. Very old.
A pair of big, calloused hands holding a bamboo pole that was half higher than him, looked a little funny.
The old man parked the boat in front of the woman. The woman frowned, as if thinking for a long time, and slowly said, "I'm waiting for someone."
"Haha" The old man laughed lowly. For some reason, the laughter made her a little nervous.
"All the people who came to Wangchuan River were crossing the river and reborn. Waiting for someone? It was the first time I heard of it."
The woman lowered her head and bit her lip, did not speak, but her body trembled slightly. Yes, she is dead, and she is just a ghost.
"Perhaps, the person you are waiting for can't wait any longer, girl, let's get on the boat and show you somewhere."
The woman hesitated and got on the boat. With a lone boat floating on the boundless river, the woman seemed to suspect that she would never reach the shore. After an unknown period of time, the boat stopped, and she followed the old man ashore, and came to an ice table with "Dingjingtai" written in big blood red letters.
Dark clouds swept in at an extremely fast speed, as if ink might drip from the sky at any time. It was just day, but for an instant, it was like night. A flash of lightning struck through, splitting the sky in two, lighting up the whole earth in a flash.
Han Yunguo: On the high altar, a white-haired man over half a hundred years old holds a white staff in his hand, and his black robe moves with the wind, muttering something in his mouth.
As his chapped lips closed, the staff in his hand also glowed white.
Such people are called wizards in Hanyun Kingdom. They can predict the prosperity and decline of the country and have a very high status in the entire Hanyun Kingdom.
The wizard's face was pale, and his forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat. As his chapped lips were closed, the staff in his hand also shone brightly.
With a "boom", a shock of thunder exploded across the horizon. The wizard fell straight down the altar like a puppet with a broken wire.
The sky flashed black, and the dark clouds dispersed, and the sun flashed out from behind the dark clouds, and a few rays of sunlight sprinkled mischievously. Just now there was lightning and thunder, and the sky was clear in an instant.
"Quick... Quickly pass the doctor." After a chaotic footstep, a man in a golden robe embroidered with a dragon hurried to the wizard's side with a flustered expression.
The sorcerer stretched out his withered yellow hand and grabbed it indiscriminately. He kept chanting something. The voice seemed to squeeze out from a long dry well, "Black...black unicorn...black unicorn..."
Before he finished speaking, he spewed out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground. When the imperial doctor arrived, he had already died. It's just that those fish-eye-like eyes opened his eyes.
The man sat on the ground with a sullen face, his eyes dull, and his expression dumb: "Black unicorn, it's a black unicorn."
The black unicorn, the legend of this country for thousands of years. Every emperor ascended to the throne for ten years, he would invite wizards to sacrifice to the sky with the blood of a unicorn.
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