Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

There was light in Jing Jiaren's smiling eyes, which became brighter and darker.

The priest read the Bible, and several nuns sang unintelligible songs.

Jing Jiaren sat there patiently, speechless...

What to say, in Leng Lintian's eyes, this is their time of death.

A nun took a leaf and dipped it in water, dabbed it on Jing Jiaren's body, sprinkled it on her and walked all over the ground.

Leng Lintian was all in black, except for a pair of white gloves, which were folded on his body, and there were black holes in his eyes.

The chanting ceremony took half an hour, and the priest put the box carved with patterns in front of her, and she opened it with her own hands...

Opening the lid of the box, Jing Jiaren saw the music score, which was old and yellow, with some blood stains on it.

The servant wearing gloves carefully picked up the score and put it upright.

Let's get started.

"I'm giving you one last chance."

Leng Lintian's voice came again, his lazy sitting posture became tense, and his voice was extremely hoarse.

Jing Jiaren shook her head: "It's okay, Leng Lintian, you don't have to be afraid at all."

She understood his fear—

That's how Miss Jane died back then, and it became a difficult problem in his heart.

A pianist came up and adjusted the temperament, which was very special.

It was only then that Jing Jiaren discovered that this piano was the one used by Ms. Jane——

Leng Lintian really took this piano with him wherever he went.

"Beautiful lady, I know every note of this piano by heart, so don't play it wrong..."

Jing Jiaren was stunned.

What he meant was that if she wanted to release the water, she would deliberately play the wrong sound of the piano-causing the function of the song of death to disappear-and escape this disaster.

Jing Jiaren didn't speak, put her finger on it, tried the sound once, and started to play.

The sad piano sounded, and Jing Jiaren concentrated.

The depressing sound filled the closed room, which quickly made people feel painful and uncomfortable.

The servant's expression gradually became painful, but he didn't dare to say a word...

Leng Lintian leaned on the sofa, closed his eyes, and listened to the painful melody.

As the melody deepened, a high-pitched sound hurt people's eardrums.

In fact, "Black Sunday" does not kill people by sadness, but by an unacceptable resonance in the melody...

The resonance wave is stronger than the wave.

Jing Jiaren's mind was in confusion, but she insisted on staring at the piano score.

I don't know why, at this time, I suddenly remembered the hidden drawer under the piano, and the words engraved in it:

[Please take my ashes with you, if you encounter bad people, throw them out, and let me protect you for the last time. 】

……

Thinking of the man who walked towards her with an evil smile, as soon as he held her hand, he became as gentle as water.

It was she who pulled him up from the abyss of hell, and the warm light washed his world, turning him from a devil into a man...

And in the end, it was she who told him to go back to hell, the lowest level of darkness.

Jing Jiaren's chest suddenly felt sweet, and a fishy smell slowly overflowed from her lips.

She is the closest to the piano and the most directly resonated.

The servants who were close to her were already in extreme pain, their mouths were gaping open, some even pinched their throats and covered their ears, but they didn't dare to make a sound.

Jing Jiaren's fingers seemed to stay on the keys mechanically, with a kind of super endurance.

My brain seemed to be hit hard by heavy metal, and I was about to faint at any time.

still holding on...

She is about to prove it to Leng Lintian——