I climb the fairy ladder by farming

Suppressing her doubts, Zhang Zheng went around the mansion but couldn't find a dog hole for her to go through, which made her a little disappointed.

He had no choice but to find a wall that seemed a little lower, and with the corpse's slightly stiff hands and feet, he climbed up with difficulty, jumped, and slipped into the Ning Mansion.

Following the guidance of the contract and avoiding the occasional patrolling servants, Zhang Zheng stopped outside a remote courtyard.

Thin bloody smell came from the yard, lingering. This bloody smell was very similar to what Zhang Zheng smelled on the river bank. It can be inferred that the rightful owner of this body should have died here.

Zhang Zheng put her ear on the cold courtyard door, and without consciousness, she could only rely on this simple method of eavesdropping.

After waiting for a long while, there was no movement inside. Zhang Zheng carefully pushed the courtyard door open to allow her to pass through, and slipped into the courtyard.

Gently pushed open the door, opened the small bag bulging between the bedding on the bed, Zhang Zheng's eyes widened, it was really a baby, and he was staring at Zhang Zheng with his eyes open. There are two similarities between ghost dolls, such as those big and surprising eyes.

Zhang Zheng put his hand on the baby's forehead, and the contractual relationship was finally formed. At the same time, the familiar sound of manic anger exploded in his mind.

"You fucking come later! I'm going to be suffocated to death!"

Zhang Zheng smiled resentfully, thinking that the ghost doll was indeed covered by layers of thick quilts, and couldn't help asking: "Why did you have such a miserable life, and someone wanted to suffocate you when you were born? Do you know who it is?"

The ghost baby snorted coldly, "If I'm not miserable, I won't become a ghost. It's an old woman who wants to kill me."

The baby's moist eyes fell on the tightly wrapped Zhang Zheng, "Why, are you a thief?"

Zhang Zheng was speechless, "I won't be a thief, you will be suffocated to death now."

Suddenly footsteps came from outside the door, heavy and slow, the owner of the footsteps seemed to be filled with thousands of thoughts, wandering slowly, hesitating for a long time before approaching the house.

Zhang Zheng hurriedly covered the ghost doll with the quilt again, and hid in the big mahogany box in the corner. The cramped box only allowed her to fold her body at a strange angle. The box was half open, and she poked out half of her head from it. Bright eyeballs hide in the night.

The door of the room was pushed open, and a middle-aged woman in a thick padded jacket came in with a sad face. She lit a dim candle lamp, her eyes wandered, falling on the bulging bag on the bed for a while, and then in the closed room for a while. On the door, he spun and stepped on the spot for a long time, and finally walked to the bed.

Her voice was hoarse, trembling because of fear, "Don't blame me...don't blame me. You killed your mother, you are a monster, and monsters shouldn't come to this world... If you don't come, you do it What? What are you doing here!"

She was talking to herself, but the more she talked, the more excited she became, the look of fear receded, she raised her hand and overturned the quilt, the little baby inside was wrinkled, staring straight at her.

"what--"

The screams scared the crows flying away, the jackdaws flapped their wings and flew away, the middle-aged woman fell to the ground in fright, and fled to the door with trembling hands and feet, mental breakdown, and clung to the door But he couldn't open the door for a while.

"Bang-"

As soon as the door was opened, she slammed it hard again. The woman grabbed the ground with her head, crying and howling like crazy.

"Monster...monster..."

The woman got up on the ground, stumbled to the bedside, made a hoop with her hands, and grabbed the baby's fragile neck. The baby was hung in the air by the neck, but her eyes were still staring at the crazy woman in front of her.

The woman's pale lips were trembling constantly, her eyes were dull, and the voice of hatred seemed to be squeezed out from the hateful friction of her teeth.

"Die the monster...you are a monster, you killed your mother, you deserve to die...go to die..."

The ghost baby glanced at the big box where Zhang Zheng was, and roared: "You still don't save me!"

Zhang Zheng was calm and calm, and comforted softly, "You've been fine for so long, which means you have tenacious vitality, and you can't die just by choking your neck like this. Don't panic, someone will come to rescue you right away."

Such a big commotion must have alarmed other people in the mansion. Zhang Zheng looked out through the window, the fires were clustered like will-o'-the-wisps floating in the autumn night, and the sound of orderly footsteps was getting closer and closer.

The door of the room was pushed open with a "bang", and a few servants holding torches and maidservants with lanterns rushed in, followed by a middle-aged man stepping forward with his hands behind his back.

The man was gorgeously dressed, wearing a dark green silk-carved crane cloak, and a gluttonous jade pendant on his waist. His eyes were sharp and frightening like a falcon, his face was ashen, and he was not angry but majestic.

He was a servant who looked contemptuously at him, and the two burly servants ordered him to stride forward to arrest the woman, forcibly tore away the woman's hand, and snatched the black-faced and red-faced baby from her hand.

The woman's hands were tied behind her back, and the servant pushed her knees on top. The woman's legs were limp when she took off her clothes, and she knelt down on the ground with a "plop". The sound of the sound seemed to clearly hear the cracking of the kneecaps.

Zhang Zheng closed the big half-open box as early as the person came in, leaving only a small gap, just enough for her to peek outside.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel pain for the woman's kneecap.

"Wake up."

As soon as the man gave an order, the servant girl casually picked up the cold water on the rack beside her, and poured it all on the kneeling woman with a splash.

The cold air of late autumn soaked into the bone marrow along with the cold water, the woman was shivering from the cold, but she really woke up from her madness.

The eyes focused on the man's face, the woman shook violently, her teeth collided together, making a chilling sound.

"Master! Master! There is a monster... a monster, let someone kill it..."

The man who was begged by the desperate man remained indifferent, his expression was extremely cold, and his thick lips were full of coolness, "Drag out and send it to the rough envoy's room."

The rough envoy’s room is filled with big-armed and round-lipped servants who do the rough work of cleaning up the dung buckets, carrying water and chopping firewood. If a personal nun is sent there, isn’t it just a matter of torturing people? push into the fire pit.

The woman was dragged away by two young servants, her mournful wailing was choked in her mouth by a strip of cloth, she couldn't express it, she could only whine, flailing her legs like a dehydrated fish, struggling to get out of the shackles, Jump into the water.

The servant who was meticulously holding the baby took a step forward, held the sleeping baby in his hands, raised his hands, and said respectfully, "Master."

The man only glanced at the sleeping baby with his eyes closed. Except for the purple marks on his neck, his face was serene and calm, and he didn't see any danger of being strangled to death.

what a monster...

The man's eyes were gloomy, and his serious and indifferent face became more and more dignified. He walked away in disgust, and said coldly, "If you want to call a nanny tomorrow, don't talk too much about the rest."

The boy knelt down and should be.

The baby was put on the bed again, not covered with a mattress, but only wrapped in a thin scarlet cloth.

As soon as the man left, a group of maids and servants also rushed out, the door closed softly, the glaring light disappeared, only a candle lighted by the woman on the table was dimly illuminated, flickering off.

Zhang Zheng walked to the bed, met the baby's angry eyes, caressed his chin leisurely, and joked, "Don't worry, it seems that my body is still your mother's!"

The ghost doll doesn't care who is its mother. It has lived for countless years and has never seen what a mother is.

It snorted coldly, and without changing its expression, said seriously, "How do we get out?"