Red makeup Chitose

Chapter 104 Suffocation
"Woo..." Jin Mingwei struggled with all his strength, the force on his neck became heavier and heavier, and the feeling of suffocation became more and more intense. Due to the lack of oxygen in his brain, his unreal vision began to blur even more.

dying.

I don't know how long it took, but these three words were left in her sanity.

……

Two generations of human beings, vicissitudes of life.

Many images flashed across her mind like a lantern. There was her marriage to the Huo family in her previous life, and she was beaten and kicked by Huo Ruyuan. There was her only unborn child who was killed just like that. Buried in a mass grave, changed dynasties, and the world changed hands.

Eh, so she should have died a long time ago?
So is this life a dream from beginning to end?
……

Jin Ming smiled self-deprecatingly, the tiredness of struggling and the dizziness of suffocation made her gradually stop moving, her pupils began to dilate, and her limbs became limp.

Really, dying.

Such a thing as rebirth can only be a dream.

……

The last half moment.

Suddenly, she felt the tension on her neck loosen, as if a cold liquid was dripping on her face, someone approached her ear, with a hoarse voice——

"Manman, please... want me... otherwise, otherwise..."

Whispering words, tearing heartbroken carefully, begging her not to let him go.

However, the last few words contained a strange threat, and the force of the loosening suddenly tightened, but fortunately, it didn't wrap around her neck again.

The man's black hair hung down, and the soft ends covered Jin Mingwei's sight, she couldn't see the moon outside the window, and she couldn't see those bright eyes either.

The darkness, like the boundless sea in a moonlit night, engulfed her.

Swiping, she seemed to be able to hear the subtle sound of the tide, probably the heartbeats of herself and that person, humming in dampness.

Jin Mingwei felt that this was Huangquan, the ultimate death, charm, and beauty.

The tip of her nose burst into a more intense fragrance, making her mind like a cloud, pushing this sense of unreality to the peak.

"it is good."

She only had time to squeeze out this word before her mind fell completely into a coma.

……

The boy from the underworld, the other side is full of wind and moon.

……

When Jin Mingwei woke up, it was mid-sun.

Ah Tuan has already got up, and is collecting the dew from the osmanthus tree in the yard. When he sees the curtains in the house raised, he smiles back and says, "Miss is up! Come and see, the sweet-scented osmanthus is blooming! The maid took the sweet-scented osmanthus dew and went to make tea." !"

Jin Ming rubbed his temples slightly, feeling dizzy.

It's strange, I've been asleep until this hour, why I feel sore all over my body, and my brain feels like a paste.

She leaned on the side of the couch in a daze, watching Ah Tuan pick up the sweet-scented osmanthus dew. The osmanthus trees in the courtyard were as tall as two people, and indeed had golden-yellow bones, trembling in clusters in the autumn wind.

It is very fragrant, but it is by no means the strange fragrance that I smelled last night.

Although it was a dream, Jin Mingwei remembered clearly that someone wanted her to die, strangled her neck, the strange smell, and the last sentence, what do you want.

I don't know what I replied. At that time, my mind was already on the verge of blurred critical point.

Can't remember.

Jin Mingwei propped himself up on the edge of the couch, put on his cloak, sat down in front of the bronze mirror, and when he saw it, half his life was scared away.

A red mark clearly visible on the neck was obviously in the shape of a human hand, and it was blue and purple due to the excessive force.

"Hiss..." Jin Ming touched it slightly, and the pain was so painful that his neck seemed to be broken.

Are dreams so real?Someone pinches you in the dream, will there still be traces left in reality?
Jin Mingwei froze in front of the bronze mirror, and a layer of sweat immediately broke out all over her body, and from every pore of her, the chill penetrated to the bottom of her heart.

But when she tried her best to recall what happened last night, her brain sank like a hangover, and she couldn't believe her memory when she remembered some fragments.

Is it—

Ghost press?
Yes, it must be a ghost press!After Jin Mingwei came to this conclusion, he was absolutely convinced that the red mark on his neck was the ghost's upper body.

"Ah Tuan!" Jin Mingwei hurriedly washed up, put on a thin jacket with a stand-up collar, and rushed out with disheveled hair.

A Tuan under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree jumped, his eyes first fell on Jin Mingwei's thin jacket, and asked slightly: "But in early autumn, the girl feels cold? They are all wearing stand-up collars."

Guiltyly, Jin Ming raised the collar by two points: "I just feel cold...have you had breakfast yet?"

Ah Tuan nodded, and put down the cup of sweet-scented osmanthus dew: "What's your order, Miss? By the way, I just came to the boss and asked if you're awake..."

"You go and invite me a great dancer, the kind to exorcise evil spirits." Jin Mingwei interrupted, adding, "Don't make a fuss, if someone asks, just say that I want to do something and pray for the country. "

"It's not a girl, the maid is talking about the boss..." Ah Tuan was taken aback, what is the importance of praying for a brother?
Jin Mingwei interrupted again angrily: "Go get someone!"

I can't control the boss, what matters is that I have a ghost on my body.

Ah Tuan had no choice but to keep his mouth shut, put on a cloak and went down the mountain to invite someone. Half an hour later, he returned with a half-century-old man in an indigo Taoist robe.

"Girl, someone invited you!" Ah Tuan wiped the sweat from his brow, wanting to yell so that the whole yard would know.

"I told you to be quiet, but you still yell!" Jin Mingwei rushed out of the room, threatening to cover her, and from the corner of his eyes, he saw that the half-baked old man had already licked his fingers, and started doing nothing.

She was suspicious: "Old Taoist priest, I haven't even said what it is, you already know?"

"The girl said not to say anything, so it can be seen that something unclean has been stained. My daughter's skin is thin... Did she get it on at night when she was sleeping?" The old man said slowly, shaking the Buddha dust.

He glanced at Jin Mingwei's stand collar meaningfully: "Are there any traces left?"

"You know again?" Now, it was Jin Mingwei's turn to be surprised.

"Chen Banxian, one of the best masters in Biandu! Is he good enough?" A Tuan next to him immediately squeezed in, rubbing his hands and handing it to Jin Mingwei, "In order to invite Chen Banxian, the maid first paid the monthly fee of the maid! The money will not be refunded, after the exorcism is successful, Chen Banxian's salary will be calculated separately, and the servant girl will not ask for anything else, only the girl..."

"Okay, okay, your benefits are indispensable at that time." Jin Mingwei slapped her hand lightly, and looked at Chen Banxian seriously.

She had heard of this man, who learned Taoism when he was young, but later the Taoist temple lost its incense and was too poor, so he went down the mountain and opened a fortune-telling booth in the city, and he also practiced rituals to exorcise evil spirits. He is easy to talk about in all Taoist temples , so in the past few years, he has gained a little reputation among his peers, known as "the first fairy in Biandu".

No one can remember his original name, but he was called Chen Banxian because he was called by half-immortal and half-immortal.

"Okay, as long as the exorcism is successful, the price is easy to negotiate." Jin Mingwei looked around vigilantly, most of the people in the Jin family's courtyard were still sleeping soundly, and no one paid attention to this side.

"Go and prepare first. Tell Ah Tuan what you need. I'll wait for you in that wing." Jin Mingwei instructed Ah Tuan and Chen Banxian, then turned and went back to the room.

After a while, Ah Tuan led Chen Banxian to knock on the door and came in. He carried the Four Plans to the middle of the room, placed a few incense burners and sacrificial flags, and then erected a gauze curtain in the hall.

　Sick male protagonist~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)