The little lady of Xuanmen has become popular in the sixth palace by fortune-telling

Chapter 111 Hundreds of Bloodstains

Xu Anan stopped and illuminated the wall with a lantern. It was sunny here and it was difficult for the sun to shine directly on this path, so the wall was covered with wet moss and there were mottled scratches carved by knives.

Cheng Qingqiu immediately became nervous: "But what's the problem here?"

As soon as she spoke, she immediately attracted everyone's attention. Cheng Huai also walked to Xu An'an and saw that the moss was very ordinary.

Xu Anan took back the lantern: "Didn't you say it's cold? Moss will only grow in cold and humid places. I'm just telling you through actions that cold is normal."

Cheng Qingqiu: "...Thank you."

"You're welcome." Xu Anan looked left and right. Some doors were blown open by the wind, and a green light seemed to shine inside the dark doors.

Cheng Qingqiu swallowed and quickly looked away. Her palms were sweaty, and she felt a little regretful for following him.

"Were there fireflies behind that door just now? Hahaha..." She warmed up the conversation, but her voice was very low, as if she was afraid of disturbing anything.

Zhu Shiyue didn't see it. Hearing this, he looked back and saw that there were fireflies somewhere in the darkness. He turned his head and said, "Where did the fireflies come from due to the weather? You must have seen them wrong."

Cheng Qingqiu tugged his lips: "Really? Then I saw it wrong."

Wen Luo also looked back at the house that was gradually disappearing in the darkness. She then looked back at the road under her feet until their orange lights were gone.

Another gust of cold wind blew the crack in the door wider. The shining green eye rolled out from the crack in the door, and a pale and mutilated hand stretched out from the crack in the door, with bloodless fingers. Digging at the dirt, trying to crawl out.

Every time they walked through a house, the door of the house would creak open a small crack, as if to welcome the unexpected guests.

Zhu Shiyue tightened the lantern in his hand, and looked behind him in fear: "Don't you think it's strange? The wind blows so punctually? Open the door a little further, don't you think?"

After he finished speaking, he found that no one responded to him. He immediately turned around. There were no figures of Xu Anan and others around him. The whole alley was so empty that he was the only one left.

Occasionally the wind blows with the sound of crunching.

His face suddenly turned pale. He stood there and did not dare to move even half a step. The darkness in front of him was like a monster's open bloody mouth waiting for him to come.

The road back was also dark, and he was now in a dilemma.

He called out with a trembling voice: "Qingqiu?"

"Smell the lamp, smell the network."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuu, don't leave me, I'm so scared, Concubine Ming, Your Majesty! Where are you?"

The only answers he received were the sound of the wind and the creaking of the wooden door.

He stood there stiffly, not even daring to look back. Just when he was considering whether to run away, a pale hand put on his shoulder.

"Ah -" Zhu Shiyue screamed and wanted to run but was held tightly by the hand, preventing him from moving at all.

"Shh, it's me."

Hearing the sound, Zhu Shiyue opened her eyes and saw that he was hearing the light, but it was really too eye-catching to see him in his scarlet clothes.

He was relieved when he met his friend. He hugged Wen Deng and cried loudly: "Where have you been? I'm scared to death. If I had known, I wouldn't be able to go home. It's too evil here."

Wen Deng reached out and patted his back: "What are you doing here alone? We are all waiting for you inside." Zhu Shiyue was stunned when he heard this: "Which one is inside?"

Wen Deng pointed to the house with a half-open wooden door on the lower left side: "Let's go inside."

"Wait a minute." Zhu Shiyue grabbed his hand and shook it away: "Damn it, why are your hands so cold? They feel like a dead person."

Wen Deng retracted his hands into his sleeves: "My physique is like this because I have been sick all the time. If you can't get in, I'll leave. My sister is still waiting for me."

Zhu Shiyue felt strange for a moment, but when he heard that the lamp was about to leave, he followed him in fear: "Wait a minute, why did you enter this house in the blink of an eye? This is not a haunted house, could there be clues in it?" Are the words in this?”

Wen Deng responded softly: "Here, you'll be ready as soon as you come."

"Ok."

Zhu Shiyue stepped into the wooden threshold holding a lantern. When she heard the lantern, she raised her hand to close the door. Her sleeves slipped down, revealing the white bones on her wrists.

The only gap was slowly closed by him, and calm returned here.

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Cheng Qingqiu felt colder and colder as she walked away. She reached out and touched her arm: "Does anyone really set foot in this ghost place during the day?"

And they have been walking for a long time. Why haven't they arrived at the haunted house yet? She looked at Xu Anan and said, "Sister-in-law, are we looking for the wrong place? We should be there soon according to our pace."

Even Mu Qing, who possesses martial arts skills, was terrified. It seemed like this road was endless. He looked at the moss on the wall, a little dazed.

"master."

Cheng Huai also looked sideways at him: "What's wrong?"

Mu Qing swallowed his saliva and pointed at the moss: "Does this look like the position of the moss that Concubine Ming pointed out when we first came in?"

Hearing this, Cheng Qingqiu walked closer with a lantern. Looking at the dense black dots in the cracks of the wall, she almost suffered from trypophobia.

"It really looks like the beginning." Cheng Qingqiu looked behind and saw that there was no alley or anything like that. She then looked at Xu An'an and said, "Sister-in-law, what's going on?"

Xu Anan squatted down and touched the moss. The wet moss was a little sticky to her hands, and it was also mixed with dark red. She twisted some and smelled it at the tip of her nose.

A foul smell came out, and Xu Anan stood up: "Your Majesty, are you sure that only Prince Sheng's Mansion in the north of the city committed suicide?"

Cheng Huai also raised his eyebrows faintly: "According to historical records, Prince Sheng and 180 members of his family set themselves on fire in the palace, in order to show the last face of the country's subjugation."

"Have there been any tragic killings, burnings, looting and other tragedies in this place? After all, before the change of dynasties, the people of the previous dynasty would inevitably suffer casualties."

Cheng Huai also frowned slightly and shook his head slowly: "There is a history of the founding of Daqi in the library. It records that Daqi has been extremely friendly to the people of Dongjing since the founding of the country. He has never violently forced the people to obey, except in the beginning. The soldiers of the Dongjing Kingdom resisted to the death in the palace, and there were almost no casualties among the people in the city."

Xu Anan looked at the small area illuminated by the lantern: "That's strange."

Cheng Huai was also stunned: "What did you find?"

Xu Anan nodded, twisted her eyebrows and said: "The gaps in the moss are full of blood sprayed. Over the past hundred years, the blood has not been washed away. Instead, it has soaked into the mud, and..." She stared at the stone slab under her feet: "The cracks in these stone slabs are all dark red. There was no tragedy that occurred here. There is no way the slabs could be dyed like this. Even the rain can't wash away these marks after hundreds of years."

(End of this chapter)