Chapter 41: Past events

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The rebirth curse is a type of curse that can communicate with the consciousness of the caster. And this kind of curse is really more harmful than good, and it has already been classified as a forbidden spell. If the immortal monarch of the nine-fold heaven uses it, it will go to the heavens. Yan Dan has never been so glad that he is a demon.
Yan Dan didn't think that these murders would have anything to do with Nan Zhao's life experience, so he looked back at Liu Weiyang and said, "This is the beginning?" Liu Weiyang sat on a chair with one hand on the armrest of the chair. Nodding slightly.
Yan Dan put her hand on Nan Zhao's forehead, and a pale halo slowly spread. She closed her eyes, only to feel that the surrounding area was shaking, but the patter of rain became clearer and clearer. After a while, the sound of the rain grew louder, rushing across the sky, the rain and fog in front of me were misty, without stars and moon, and even the sky was gray.
Yan Dan felt a jolt, and the sound of rain was mixed with the neigh of horses and the crisp sound of the coachman waving his whip. A pair of gentle arms slowly hugged her tightly, and the woman's delicate and soft voice echoed in her ears: "Zhao'er, bear with me, you can find the doctor soon..."
She looked back on these past events through Nan Zhao's eyes.
Yan Dan said softly: "I saw... Nan Zhao and his mother were on the road in the heavy rain. Nan Zhao seems to be ill. They need a doctor."
"What time is it? How was the sky that day?" Liu Weiyang straightened up slightly.
"It's raining, it's raining heavy, and the sky is gray, about midnight..." Yan Dan paused, "Someone caught up from behind and the carriage stopped."
She felt that the moment the carriage came to a halt, the woman who was talking softly in her ear suddenly released her embrace, and gently touched her cheek with her hand. The woman’s fingers were very cold and she was still trembling slightly. I thought it was not just because Nan Zhaozheng was sick and his face was hot. She opened her eyes wide to see the woman’s appearance, but her facial features were vague and not very real, as if buried in a cloud of fog, she could only see that she was wearing a lake-colored ice silk shirt. The cuffs and neckline are embroidered with delicate lace with gold thread.
The woman seemed to smile sadly, and lowered her voice: "Zhao'er, you must remember that the people who are chasing today are the murderers who killed your parents. You must take a good look at each of them."
Yan Danhan stood upright, only feeling that he responded in a low voice. All this happened to Nan Zhao, and she just temporarily occupied Nan Zhao's consciousness to see this incident, and she felt that there was an indescribable coldness.
"Zhao'er, you have to stay alive..." After the woman said this, she suddenly lifted the carriage's curtain, her waist swayed gently, and gracefully got out of the carriage. The curtain was hung in a corner by a hook, and Yan Dan was lying on the mat, and he could still clearly see what was happening outside.
The woman suddenly turned around and hit a long sword on her own. The red blood was washed away by the rain before it had condensed. Holding the long sword pierced into her heart, she suddenly laughed sharply: "You will all have Retribution! I curse you not to go into the coffin after death, to lose your soul, and to never live beyond life! Your children will end up just like I am today!"
Her green silk was so wet, the lake-colored ice silk shirt had long been stained with muddy water and blood to make it impossible to distinguish the color.
Suddenly, she took a step back abruptly, the long sword pulled out of her body, and she shook her body twice, faltering to the ground. Yan Dan looked through the gap in the car curtain, and saw the woman struggling to look up. She kept looking into her eyes. The once delicate vermilion lips were gray as a withered flower, and she uttered two words silently with all her strength.
revenge.
Yan Dan finally saw the woman's face clearly. It was exactly the same as in the portrait. The eyebrows were like a crescent moon and the eyes were like water, but the expression on her face was indescribably horrible and distorted. She told Nan Zhao with her lips, revenge. The last word she said to her child in the world was revenge.
"It seems that this is their child..." A big rough hand stretched out. "There was a fever, and he looked dumbfounded, and he seemed sick and confused."
Yan Dan tried hard to identify who the person in front of him was. That person was still very young, with calluses on his hands, thick shoulders, and a mole between his brows...!
She slowly said: "There were three people who caught up with the carriage. One of them was Master Fayun. I saw a mole on his brow. The second was Yi Lan's father. His appearance at that time and what he is now Not too much... the last one, I can't see clearly, the sky is too dark..."
Liu Weiyang has already stood up from the chair, and his tone has also become a little eager: "Look more carefully, is it..." Before he finished his words, Yan Dan had already spoken first: "It's the daddy of the water dragon!"
Liu Weiyang was silent for a moment, and said lightly: "That's it, it's enough to know that there is such a thing."
Yan Dan received the curse, and his mind repeated the look of the dying woman with thick eyebrows. Suddenly Liu Weiyang came over, rolled Nan Zhao with a quilt, and carried Nan Zhao on his shoulders. He turned to leave: "You Where are you going to take him?"
"Send back to his room."
Nan Zhao has always lived with the Shui Ning family. She didn't know that there was such a past. Now that she saw it with her own eyes, she felt that this was like sending sheep to the tiger's mouth: "How can this work? He lives with an enemy. Under the eaves!"
"I have lived here for so many years, and I have been in peace, and nothing will happen now." Liu Weiyang walked lightly, and in a blink of an eye he could not even see his back.
Yan Dan looked at Tang Zhou, then at Yu Mo, and couldn't help asking, "You don't think Nan Zhao is the murderer who killed three people in a row?"
Tang Zhou stood up and walked out without saying a word.
Yu Mo put aside the tea cup and slowly said, "Nan Zhao was also in Fuyun Temple on the night Fayun violently died. And the only weapon he can touch is the kind of sword that has not been opened and is used to practice martial arts. The reason is also found, isn’t it?"
Yan Dan thought about it briefly, and then asked, "But how do you explain that ‘curse’?"
"Before that lady passed away, I didn't say anything. She cursed them that their souls will be scattered forever after death." Yu Mo stood up, and when he approached, he reached out and brushed her side face, lowering his voice, "Yan Dan, there are many things. It’s not that you can do whatever you want. In some things, too much investment, the greater the disappointment."
Yan Dan raised his head, his eyes were dark, deep and bottomless, and he was vaguely familiar. She seemed to have seen such a pair of eyes a long time ago.
There are some things that they can't control on their own. Three-point destiny and seven-point personnel, the more they are identified, the more melancholy in the end.
Yan Dan understands this truth.
She has paid the most painful price to understand this truth.
It's just that the place and posture that she makes this deep thinking about life are not right. She pushed aside the blade of grass in front of her, looked forward, and saw that there were heavy candles in the main room of Shui Ning's parents, and a long and thin shadow was reflected on the window pane with a strange shape. Liu Weiyang hurried out after dinner, she followed all the way, and found that he was coming for the Minami family. He is now guarding on the eaves of their house.
Yan Dan originally wanted to bring Yu Mo or Tang Zhou together, but both of them decided that it would be too shameful to do this kind of squatting in other people's homes and eavesdropping on the walls. She said it was useless. As for face, sometimes it is good to value a little bit, but too much value will deprive a lot of fun. For example, Liu Weiyang must have found her behind early in the morning, but she couldn't get rid of it, so she had to pretend not to see it and let her go.
Watching the moon in the west climb up to the top of her head little by little, she squatted sore that her feet were about to move, only to hear a rustling sound behind her from far and near, and a faint silhouette passed her six or seven steps. .
Still coming!
Yan Dan was vigorous and held his breath. He saw the thin figure from the past, wiping the grass blades in a light lake-colored icy shirt, and in a blink of an eye he went outside the main room.
Yan Dan was dumbfounded. She clearly remembered that this shirt was exactly the same as the one that Nan Zhaoniang wore before her death. Even the gold thread embroidered on the corners of the sleeves was not bad.
She couldn't help but froze for too long, only to see that figure opened the door and stepped in. Almost at the same time, Liu Weiyang also jumped off the roof and broke in. Yan Dan couldn't help but wondered, Is Palace Master Liu stupid? He can save the time from jumping down from the roof to pushing the door in, and directly breaking the roof and falling from the sky is so beautiful and eye-catching. Because of this idea, she was completely negligent. If she fell from the sky in this way, it would be equivalent to telling the other party plainly that someone had been spying on the roof for a long time.
Without further ado, Yan Dan stood up and rushed to the door of the main room. He saw Shuixian’s father sitting on the ground holding his chest. Although there was blood leaking out between his fingers, there was not much blood. There was no blood like before. The horrible spurt appeared. He lowered his head, his face was ashamed, and he looked at the painting in front of him foolishly. The woman in the light lake-colored icy silk shirt was smiling, and she seemed to be able to jump out of the paper at any time.
When the opposite window opened, Liu Weiyang and the mysterious person before were gone.
Yan Dan frowned, walked to the elder, and asked, "Where is the man?"
The other party seemed to have not heard it, still staring at the painting, murmured in a low voice: "They are still back... They really brought the curse..."
Yan Dan thought of the broken limbs and bodies he had seen in this room before, and became angry, and pulled him up by the collar: "You should think of it when you forced people to desperately do nothing and their families were ruined. There will be today."
Shuixian's father shuddered, clutching the painting desperately, and repeatedly said: "We Luoyue people, how can we look at mortals? Yu Ling must have been deceived. She was blinded by her mind..."
The blood on his hand flowed onto the painting and slowly fainted on the yellow rice paper. The person in the painting was still smiling, but with an indescribable weird air. Yan Dan picked up the painting and looked at the candlelight carefully. It was obvious that he was such a delicate and beautiful person, but his eyebrows were evil.
She remembered that Tang Zhou had said that this painting was a bit evil. And she didn't care about it at all.
Suddenly hearing a click on the window pane, Yan Dan looked up and saw Liu Weiyang holding a jade flute in his hand, jumping into the house from the window. He looked tired for the first time, and said in a low voice, "Let the man run away." He raised his hand slightly, and there was a thin blood stain dripping from his wrist to his fingertips, and the sleeves were also faintly stained with blood.
Yan Dan was extremely surprised: "Are you hurt?"
She knew Liu Weiyang's abilities. Not only was she unable to chase people this time, she hurt her wrist instead, showing how the other party was doing.
He tore off a piece from his sleeve and wrapped it loosely around the wound: "I was careless. I thought it would be easy to stop, but when I blocked the sword, he was half a point away." He finished speaking and was at the table. Sitting down on the round stool next to him, he supported Yi with his uninjured hand, and said softly: "Yan Dan, you can get a basin of water to make this person awake."
Yan Dan replied and picked up the copper basin on the shelf in the corner of the house and scooped a basin in the water tank outside. She has known Liu Weiyang until now, and has never seen why he was moved. Only just now, the fatigue and sadness on his face, under the beating of candlelight, seemed to be hazy and illusory through a layer of fog.
Yan Dan walked into the main room with the water basin, and splashed it on Shui Ning's father.
The elder's spirit was soaked by the cold water, and his eyes gradually recovered.
After a moment, Liu Weiyang said in a deep voice, "What are you going to do with the corpse of Angri?"
Hearing his bad tone, the other party said cautiously: "According to our Luo Yue's rules, it should be burned and then buried."
Liu Weiyang stood up, walked past him, and faintly dropped a sentence: "Then deal with it tonight."
Yan Dan originally had something to ask him, but Liu Weiyang just walked over and hurriedly put down the copper basin and chased him: "Have you seen the murderer clearly? Who is that person? Is it true? It’s Nan Zhao?
In fact, she wanted to say that Nan Zhao’s work was terribly awful, and his voice was not at all like the murderer, not to mention that he caught a fever the night his mother passed away and got a serious illness. I may not remember what happened at that time.
Liu Weiyang kept walking and said lightly: "Clean up and get ready to leave here. As for the result, you will know later."
Yan Dan felt aggrieved and said angrily: "Then what time do you mean by'waiting'?"
Liu Weiyang didn't say a word again.
She squeezed her fist and couldn't help but gritted her teeth: "I really want to smoke you..."