Plane game: mental disorder at the beginning

Chapter 242 The Red Wedding Dress

Fang Jingzhe pretended to be flustered, and hurried down the stairs to help Qiao Xuewei up.

Fortunately, the ancient stairs are not long, and Qiao Xuewei also has some means to deal with emergencies, so she didn't suffer any injuries, only her ankle was sprained.

After a while, Qiao Xuewei's ankle swelled up.

Although Fang Jingzhe didn't fully believe Qiao Xuewei yet, but looking at her swollen ankle, she couldn't help but have doubts about Wu Chao's previous words.

After taking Qiao Xuewei to the yard and sitting down, she said with a frosty face: "My foot is not seriously injured, and I should be able to walk after a little bit of slowing down."

Then she took out a few rolls of bamboo slips from her backpack, "This is the note I found in the next house, I haven't had time to read it yet. If you know regular script, please read it for me."

This request is nothing, Fang Jingzhe took the bamboo slips and started to read them with a flick of his fingers.

[Items needed in the village today: salt, tangerine, osmanthus ginger, dill seeds, bean paste, vinegar...]

The ingredients above seem to be seasonings that ancient people would purchase, but there are no expensive seasonings such as pepper.

But this is definitely not something more than 1000 years ago. Although paper was popularized in the Tang Dynasty, printing was expensive, so most people still use bamboo slips as records.

But even the bamboo slips cannot be damaged for more than 1000 years and just faded, so Fang Jingzhe suspects that these bamboo slips may be more than 100 years ago.

He then picked up another volume, this one said.

[Alas, today the village head led a team to chant scriptures at the main entrance of the mausoleum again. I remember that in the past, we only needed to chant sutras on the New Year’s Day, but now we have to chant sutras every month, and we don’t know the name of the mausoleum. Who is that person...]

The subsequent handwriting may be due to preservation problems, so it is basically unclear.

Fang Jingzhe said in a low voice: "The village chief brings people to the main entrance of the tomb to chant scriptures every month. Could this be suppressing the owner of the tomb? And judging from the writer's appearance, he doesn't seem to know who is in the tomb."

The next few bamboo slips are also some purchase lists and the like, which don't have much reference value.

At this time, there was a sudden noise from the kitchen on the first floor.

"I'll go and have a look." Fang Jingzhe explained to Qiao Xuewei, and walked towards the kitchen with the Tang knife.

There is only one door to the kitchen, but for some reason, Fang Jingzhe can't push it.

It may be that the door frame has been deformed for too long, and the door is stuck.

But Fang Jingzhe observed around and found that there were huge gaps around the door, and it didn't look like it would be stuck at all.

After thinking about it, he simply kicked the wooden door in front of him.

click -

Several cracks appeared in the middle of the gate, and then...

bang——

The door fell down again.

It's just that the scene inside the door made Fang Jingzhe slightly taken aback.

According to the normal layout of the courtyard, this should be the kitchen, but when the door is opened, it turns out to be a side hall.

There are still unrotten gauze curtains around the side hall. The gauze curtains are tattered and swaying in the wind. The gray color looks like ghost hands with nowhere to rest.

There is a low table next to the soft table, which is covered with dust at this time, and there are some sacrificial items.

Fang Jingzhe walked around inside, and found nothing strange except for an old musty smell.

Perhaps the sound just now came from the wind in the mountains, or an animal.

But just as Fang Jingzhe was about to leave the room, someone behind him suddenly spoke.

"I really can't hold on anymore..."

Fang Jingzhe turned around sharply, but only saw a misty human silhouette slowly dissipating.

"This is……?"

Fang Jingzhe didn't see the appearance of that person clearly at all, but this house is the village head's house, and the only person who can enter this kind of hidden small room should be the village head.

After staying for a while, Fang Jingzhe muttered suspiciously: "I can't hold on anymore... Could this be the reason for the final decline of the village?"

At this time, several bamboo slips emerged from the corners of the short table just now.

After Fang Jingzhe bent down to pick it up, with the light of the flashlight, he browsed quickly.

These bamboo slips record what happened in the village in a certain year and a certain month, which looks like a daily account of the village.

Soon Fang Jingzhe discovered a strange record from it.

【She is not a concubine at all...】

【The empress has a kind heart and is willing to give up herself for the sake of my emperor. How could she not know that if she leaves here, it will bring disaster to the world...】

[But if she is not the empress, why is she in the coffin of the mausoleum...]

Fang Jingzhe's eyes widened slightly. According to the content on the bamboo slips, isn't Concubine Yang Gui buried in that huge mausoleum?
If not Yang Guifei, who is it?

Afterwards, Fang Jingzhe looked through all the remaining bamboo slips again, but found nothing more.

Suddenly, he seemed to feel that the surrounding atmosphere seemed to have become chaotic since he didn't know when.

The viscous feeling of the air suddenly increased, and the whole house gave off an extremely depressing feeling.

It was as if he had been packed into an airtight box, making it impossible for him to scream every day.

At this moment, in Fang Jingzhe's eyes, he saw a string of gossamer-like objects extending into the room on the other side.

But before he got up to check, he heard someone talking on the second floor.

"Where is my bronze mirror? Where is my bronze mirror...my bronze mirror...who took my bronze mirror..."

"what--"

Fang Jingzhe saw that outside a bedroom on the second floor, a woman in a gorgeous palace dress was screaming heart-piercingly, and every time she shouted, a large piece of her skin mixed with the clothes would fall off , and those things will disappear after landing.

It seems that this may be the remnant soul of the village head's wife.

Fang Jingzhe thought of the bronze mirror in his backpack, but is there any connection between the two?he does not know.

At this time, Fang Jingzhe suddenly noticed that there seemed to be something wrong on the top of his head.

There seemed to be something extra on the patio where the sky could be seen originally.

He subconsciously turned his head to look over.

I found a man in a long gown hanging on the patio.

At this moment, the man's eyes were down, his eyeballs didn't move, as if he was staring at Fang Jingzhe.

What monsters, goblins, eat me!

Fang Jingzhe flipped his hand and made a knife, and the man disappeared in an instant, as if he had never appeared before.

Now Fang Jingzhe hasn't figured out what's going on here, but since he can't think of it, it means that the clues are not enough, so there is no need to get too entangled.

Fang Jingzhe went straight to the gate.

Originally, stepping out of the gate should be the scene of the front yard, but now there is indeed a deep corridor in front of Fang Jingzhe's eyes.

Fang Jingzhe walked forward tens of meters with a cold face, and then the whole space suddenly became wider.

A huge hall appeared in front of his eyes. On both sides of the hall were stairs that could go up to the second floor, and below the stairs was a corridor that was symmetrical to the side he came from.

The whole hall was strewn with white paper money with round square holes, but there was a pile of big red dragon and phoenix candles right in front of the hall.

At this time, the dragon and phoenix candle was in a state of being lit, but the flames on it showed a strange green color.

There is also a screen on one side of the hall, with pictures of countless beauties painted on it.It's just that there are large and small broken pieces on the screen, making the whole beautiful picture look like a scene of purgatory.

Pushing to the screen, there are rows of neatly arranged coffins behind. At this time, thick dust is also deposited on the coffins. On the wall next to the coffins, there are wooden windows pasted with window paper. The dark light shines through the wooden windows. The argyle patterns are scattered among them.

It looks very cool.

I don't know when, the sky has begun to darken.

Fang Jingzhe carefully looked at the names on the spiritual tablet, without exception, these people were all surnamed Chen.

"Is that so?" Fang Jingzhe said to himself.

He now had a rough idea in his mind, just as he turned his head to look elsewhere.

Suddenly, he saw a figure in a red wedding dress sticking to him.

If Fang Jingzhe didn't turn around, then this thing was sticking to his back.

The thing's head was covered with a red hijab, and Fang Jingzhe didn't want to lift the hijab to look inside.

Whether she was 100 years ago or 1000 years ago, she will not look good now.

Fang Jingzhe has no habit of disgusting himself.

Frost appeared on his hands, and he directly froze the red wedding dress facing him into a big ice cube.

(End of this chapter)