Paper horse incense shop

Let me go over and check on Yang Jinhua?

Does it depend on the situation?

This is using me as a shield to test Yang Jinhua's emotions!

I took a closer look at the young man in front of me and said in a deep voice:

"Auntie is in a bad mood today, so don't bother me."

The servant with the 'Chen Dachun' badge on his chest was obviously taken aback:

"Then eat"

I said directly:

"Wouldn't be appetizing."

"Just wait until my aunt comes out and give her something to choose."

Yang Jian with half an eye died in the morning. If you had been paying attention to the news in Changzhou, you would have known that this matter was not unusual at noon.

But now, Yang Jinhua had obviously heard the news of Yang Jian's death, so her mood was a little wrong.

At this point in time, anyone who goes up will be in trouble, so it would be better not to go.

The servant was doubtful, so I ignored him and went back to my room. After washing, I lay on the bed with my eyes closed and began to review my uncle's secret paper-tying technique and the Tzu Ching girl's rice-popping technique.

Perhaps an hour later, there were sounds of things breaking and heavy objects falling to the ground from the upstairs facing this room.

A vague and indistinct voice came, and just from the tone of voice, it seemed to be scolding.

The upstairs turned out to be Yang Jinhua's room.

And now this movement is obviously from the young servant named 'Chen Dachun', who did not listen to my words and chose to deliver food to Yang Jinhua.

I opened my eyes and looked at the flawless white ceiling. The sounds from upstairs quickly disappeared. After another ten minutes, a footstep came to my door and knocked on the door.

I didn't move:

"Enter."

The door was opened. Chen Dachun obviously didn't expect to lie down on the bed so early. He paused when he entered the door and knelt down towards my bed.

If I hadn't looked at him at all, he might have kowtowed twice.

The room was quiet. Chen Dachun was kneeling on the ground. I closed my eyes and said calmly:

"Failed to be courteous?"

Chen Dachun's voice was a little hoarse:

"Yes, ma'am."

I took a guess at his purpose and confirmed:

"Yang Jinhua just said harsh words and wants to drive you away."

And yes, leave completely.

Chen Dachun said in a dull voice:

"Yes, miss, I want to ask."

"You seem to be able to know the master's thoughts, can you, can you?"

The other party obviously wanted me to speak for him, or simply give him an idea so that he could stay.

I opened my eyes and saw the flawless white ceiling again:

"Just work as usual tomorrow."

"No need to do anything else."

Chen Dachun's voice faltered:

"But the master just said something and told me to take my things and leave tonight."

I folded my hands on my stomach. Today's running made me a little sleepy and I lost all my patience:

"If you don't believe me, just ask, then get out."

Chen Dachun stood up again and closed the door.

I seemed to have fallen into a long dream. In the dream, I seemed to have turned into a butterfly, starting from the village of Wanyao, flying to Anxing County, then to Changzhou, and then to Yunmeng.

In the dream, I seemed to see many people, but those people had no faces, only vague shadows.

I walked through the mottled lights and shadows of various colors, and finally flew high into the sky.

But there were burning fireworks high in the sky. The scattered fireworks fell on my butterfly clothes and turned into holes that could not be extinguished.

I couldn't keep flying, so I could only crash into the boundless night.

The falling feeling was so real that I kicked my legs off the bed and woke up.

It was already getting bright outside. I glanced out the window and was about to get up.

But when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, his body suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. Outside the glass window, a human face was peering in.

It was a slightly familiar face, with narrowed eyes and a small nose, struggling to get close to the window, as if trying to squeeze straight into the room.

Even though the face has been squashed and distorted, there is no pain or reaction.

Only his eyes exude endless stubbornness and fanaticism.

She wanted to squeeze in, but this was the second floor.

She shouldn't appear outside the window, and no normal person should maintain this position and try to enter the room.

Moreover, this scene is really bizarre.

The entire head of the other party was located in the lower half of the window, with everything from the neck down hidden.

In other words, she appears to have only a head and no hands.

Otherwise she could easily open the window I forgot to lock before going to bed.

I got out of bed, grabbed the sword from under the bed, and walked to the window to ask why Yu Jiajia became like this in just one night.

Did he gamble for one night and lose completely?

She has been banned from entering Rose Mansion, where can she go to gamble?

Black casino?

Following her father's path?

My heart was trembling and my pace was slow. The closer I got to the window, the more excited and fanatical emotions appeared on that flat face.

Her lips pressed against the glass struggled to open, closing slightly and then opening, her chin twisted, forming a gap, and finally the tongue coating was slightly pressed down.

She is talking.

And what he said is——

'I'm dying. '

A strange and terrifying head appeared in front of my window, but it cursed me.

The steps I was about to take stalled. After just one breath, I realized the current situation and swung the sword towards the void in front of me.

But, just a little bit.

Suddenly there was a loud thunder outside the window, and an inexplicable evil wind rushed in through the unopened window.

The wind blew the shabby curtains, which suddenly showed old blood stains, and swept towards me.

I cut off the curtains that were surrounded by white shadows.

But I can't resist the darkening sky after all.

In just one blink of an eye, the sky outside the window turned dark.

But Yu Jiajia's head was still sinking in darkness, far away from her home.

I raised my sword again and pointed it at my arm with all my strength——

Severely, cut off with a knife!

The next moment, a huge pain came from my arm. This time, I really woke up.

In reality, my left hand was pinching my right hand, there were thin beads of sweat on my head, and my heartbeat was frighteningly fast.

Outside the window was the bright sun, and there was the faint sound of a servant pushing a lawnmower across the lawn.

I actually fell into a dream within a dream.

I tried my best to calm my breathing and recall the dream just now. When Yu Jiajia uttered those words, I already realized that something was wrong.

None of that can be real.

If a person with such a weird limb condition spit out the words 'You are going to die', I might believe the truth of everything.

But what she said was that she was going to die.

The scene outside the window was clearly not a ghostly scene, but me.

It's me.

It’s also my own guilt.

It's not just the guilt I feel towards Yu Jiajia, but the guilt I feel along the way.

Or to put it more appropriately, fear.

I’m afraid that people related to me will go away or die. (End of chapter)