Chapter 1: Forerunner

In the ruined courtyard, a skeleton-like woman stood. She raised her face and stared at the Ewha in front of her blankly.
Suddenly a cold wind blew, but she seemed to be completely unknown, and the wind also blew her sleeves, empty, and only a section of the ferocious wrist was left with broken bones.
She has no hands.
The door outside opened with a squeak, and then a woman in a Chinese dress came over, her lips were smiling, but her eyes were cold, and even on the bright red lips, there was a touch of evil. The radian of quality.
"Sister Qingci, I came to see you."
Lou Ziyin laughed, "How are you all these years?" She smiled, and this smile became more and more beautiful.
Shen Qingci caught a piece of pear blossom with his broken wrist, but his long eyelashes narrowed his eyes, but a dull look was hidden.
"Hehe..." Lou Ziyin smiled again covering her mouth.
"Sister, I'm just here to tell you one thing, haven't you always wanted to know, what happened to your elder sister?"
"No matter how we are sisters, we want to tell you."
Lou Ziyin raised her red lips again,
"Sister, do you know? Today your only relative is dead, your sister is dead, do you know how she died? It was burned alive, burnt to a mass of carbon black, everyone is Twisted together, do you know that in the past few years, she has sent a lot of money, but it is a pity that you have no use for a penny, so she died, and you can’t stand your eyes on, you Shen family is finally dead Ah, but when will you go with them?"
Her face hurts when she laughs, but Shen Qingci seems to have no expression at all, and no feeling at all. She just lowered her head and looked at her broken wrist. This is Qi Qi. The palm of my hand was cut, and I didn't know how painful and how to tear my heart.
Lou Ziyin stretched out her hand, slapped Shen Qingci's face with a slap
"Shen Qingci, you are really cold-blooded. When your father died, you did not cry. When your brother was divided by five horses, you did not cry. When your eldest sister was married to the most nasty man in Beijing, you did not cry. Cry, now she is dead, her limbs were broken, and she was burned alive. Why, don’t you still have a tear?"
Shen Qingci lifted her face, her pale face, only a pair of cold pupils stared at the woman in Chinese clothes in front of him silently, but the woman in Chinese clothes was stunned for a moment, but passed quickly, and then raised again. Has her charming red lips.
"You have been chopped off by me. Do you still want to kill me? Why? With your broken wrist?" And she raised her hand again, but Shen Qingci didn't even escape. There are only those cold eyes, maybe it's like someone else said, she has no heart, she is cold-blooded, and she doesn't even have any emotions.
This time, Lou Ziyin never let go, but lightly patted Shen Qingci's bloodless face. You said why you are so stubborn, as long as you are more obedient and hand over our Lou family's incense classics. I can let Xianggong let you go, or make Xianggong take you as a concubine. Wouldn't it be good for you to say that?
"Sister, don't be so ignorant of promotion. Look at how many people are killed by your ignorance." The woman in Huafu slapped her face again, but the tentacles were almost as freezing cold as ice.
A person's body temperature is so cold, but Shen Qingci in front of her is like this, her body just doesn't have the slightest body temperature, without blood, there is no temperature.
"Sister, I advise you to give the incense code to your sister, so that your sister can prepare a thin coffin for your eldest sister, so that she can enter the soil for safety, so that she will not die in her life, and will fall after death. End."
"Lou Ziyin..."
There is almost no trace of sorrow in the cold, and almost all the sufferings in the world cannot be realized.
Just these three words, flat, folded, and tasteless.
Lou Ziyin was taken aback, and suddenly laughed again. Is my sister willing to say it? I haven't heard of your sister's name for a long time. Don't you love each other the most? That's right, the corner of her lips lifted slightly. , The tone is slightly ironic.
You said, why should you have known it before? If you said it earlier, the grandfather would not cut your wrist, and your white bamboo would not die.
"Lou Ziyin..."
With this sound, some light finally gathered in Shen Qingci’s cold pupil, but what was reflected was a kind of void.
She raised her broken wrist and put it on Lou Ziyin's cheek. "Do you think you can no longer kill people without your hands?"
"Aren't you just breaking the bowl, and don't ask yourself, why do you ask others?"
Lou Ziyin stroked her ink hair again, and then stepped forward, putting her slender fingers on this long odd-shaped pear tree, "This tree is pretty good, and the flowers bloom really well, but ..." She lifted her face, and the expressions on her face disappeared. "Sister, you should also know that my sister hates Ewha the most, so my sister will let someone cut it off tomorrow. Sister, how about you?
The whiteness of the falling tree before her eyes, Shen Qingci stretched out the broken bowl again, and there was a perfect pear blossom on the broken bowl, she suddenly smiled, like this pure white flower, white, colorless and transparent .
She lifted her broken bowl and put the pear flower in her mouth. She didn't know where the fragrance came from, and everyone outside the courtyard could not help but stop.
Good smell, yes, good smell.
I don't know which kind of fragrance, like pear and not pear, like plum and plum, and like snow lotus, it is actually a bit cold.
"Lou Ziyin..." This is the third time Shen Qingci called this name. What she wants to remember, even if she becomes a ghost, she will not forget.
"Do you really think that you can't kill without a hand?" Her voice was faint, but no one knew. At this time, she raised another arm, which also had no wrist, but it was inside the wrist. It has half a pair of scissors.
This half of the scissors grows alive in the flesh, grows with the flesh, joins the bones, and melts with the flesh.
Lou Ziyin manages her costume slowly. If you can kill people, I, Lou Ziyin, can become a queen.
As a result, she felt a pain in her vest before her words fell.
She screamed, and also pushed the thin woman behind her. The woman's skinny body was like a ghost. Even the wind would pour into her clothes. Shen Qing stepped back. Feng She was still blowing her empty body, and on the broken wrist of her right hand, there were half a pair of scissors.
Who said that people without hands can't kill, she doesn't know if Lou Ziyin will be a queen, but she will kill her.
"Come here, come..."