Touching the grave and shocking the marriage, the coffin man came up on the couch

Chapter 142 The ghost in the three-inch shoe
After asking this sentence, Leng Ran couldn't help but shuddered all over.

It's so cold, a kind of icy cold that infuses the bone marrow.

"I... I won't hurt you, you give me a drop of blood, please, I am seriously injured, if it is not for your blood, I..."

There was a trace of desolation and reluctance in her begging voice.

Leng Ran was taken aback, why did she feel that this woman was particularly pitiful?She couldn't bear it and wanted to help her.

This idea seemed to come from her heart, and when she came back to her senses, the blood had already stained the inside of the embroidered shoe and dried up on the insole.

"Thank you, thank you for saving me"

The long voice from inside the three-inch shoe was not as weak as before.

Leng Ran breathed a sigh of relief, and was very happy that the female ghost had saved her remnant soul. She couldn't explain this kind of happiness, why she had such an idea.

After waiting for a while, the drop of blood had been quickly sucked in by the three-inch shoe, and there was no trace of blood, so Leng Ran carefully put it back in the closet.

She was sure that the female ghost was inside the little shoe, but she didn't expect there to be a ghost living in the little shoe.

"I saved you, can you tell me why you ran away when you saw me? And why did you rob someone else's son?"

After organizing the language, Leng Ran decided to ask.

After all, if she can meet her in a dream, she might not have a chance in the future. She must figure out what is going on, and the face that resembles her, why she saw that Gu Qingmiao and this female ghost look similar to herself, What is the connection between them?
After waiting for a while, there was no sound coming from the embroidered shoes. Leng Ran frowned, put the embroidered shoes in the palm of her hand again, and looked inside. It was pitch black and she couldn't see anything.

"Are you still there? Why did you run away when you saw me, and why is your face..." Before Leng Ran could finish asking, the embroidered shoes in her hand disappeared into the air. She widened her eyes in shock and kept shouting That woman, but the surroundings were quiet, and no one responded to her.

What's going on here?

Feeling inexplicably lost in her heart, Leng Ran was so distressed that the female ghost finally entered her dream on her own initiative and disappeared.

Sighing, Leng Ran was about to turn around and leave, but saw an altar at the door, a small copper in the front, filled with incense ash, behind the copper was a bronze candle holder, covered with hardened candle scum, And in the middle was a paper figurine of a bride in a red wedding gown. When she saw the face of the paper figurine, her eyes almost popped out in cold shock.

This paper figurine is obviously made of her, is it her!

No, not right.

Leng Ran's eyes flickered, although she looked very similar, and she did it perfectly, but this paper figure was not her, and there was no mole at the corner of her mouth, although the mole was not very obvious, but it was clearly seen by Leng Ran, yes, she did not have a mole .

In other words, this paper figurine was made by someone else?A person who looks very similar to her.

Strange, strange, thick with fog, for a while, Leng Ran couldn't tell the direction, what is it, who is this paper figurine?Gu Qingmiao?

Thinking carefully about Gu Qingmiao's face, Leng Ran slowly denied that it wasn't Gu Qingmiao... Then...

His eyes couldn't help looking at the closet where the three-inch shoes were originally placed, but now it was empty.

The female ghost in the three-inch shoe, this paper figurine was drawn when she was young!
Like a lightning strike, Leng Ran took two steps back, because she felt strangely that the female ghost was exactly like herself when she was young except for the mole, even more like herself than Gu Qingmiao.

How could there be such a strange thing in the world?

The hair on his body stood up involuntarily, and his whole back felt chilly.

"Niuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

A vague call came from outside the door, and Leng Ran rushed out without hesitation. Suddenly, a white mist flashed in front of her, and then the surrounding scenes changed drastically.

The green grass is soft, like a comfortable carpet, the wild flowers are blooming everywhere, and the stream beside the grass is flowing thinly, everything is beautiful beyond appearance.

"Ninny, run slowly, mom won't be able to catch up with you"

The woman's soft voice was full of love.

"Mother, you can't catch up with my daughter, come quickly, mother..."

A childish voice sounded, and Leng Ran looked over it intently, and it turned out to be that cute and immature cheek, with deep dimples, curved eyebrows and eyes, so pink and jade-carved that one would want to reach out and pinch it.

With a bang, the little figure in front of her fell down, and the woman behind her quickly stepped forward to help her up, and hugged her distressedly.

"Did you break it? Where does it hurt? Tell Mom"

The woman anxiously checked to see if the little girl was injured.

"It doesn't hurt, mother, how about making a flower for you?" The little girl took out a black medicine cauldron from her bosom and put it on the ground. They came from all directions, pouring into the medicine cauldron one after another.

"Silly boy, this thing can't make flowers. Now that you are still young, don't play with this medicine cauldron."

The woman lovingly stuffed the medicine cauldron into the little girl's arms, and then helped the little girl comb her hair. The love in her eyes was so tiresome.

Leng Ran stared blankly at the woman's face. She felt a stabbing pain in her chest and a sore throat. She couldn't help touching it with her hands, and her face was wet.

This woman... this little girl...

Why does she feel so familiar, why does her heart hurt, it turns out that everything is because of it!
She is this little girl, and the female ghost in the three-inch shoes, that is, the tender woman in this illusion at this time is her mother!
She remembered, how could she forget her mother...

"mother!"

Leng Ran called out in pain, and rushed over desperately, but it was empty.

The illusion disappeared, leaving only a vast expanse of whiteness around.

"Mom... where are you? Where are you? I miss you, I miss you so much"

Tears kept gushing out like a never-ending river, and Leng Ran didn't even bother to wipe them off. She just stared blankly at the direction where the illusion disappeared, and her heartache was hard to add.

Why, why did she just think of it, why didn't she find out earlier, why did she miss it again and again?
Thinking of her mother once standing in front of her, screaming in despair, her heart ached.

What, who killed her mother?

Who is her father?Where is her father?Why was her mother's ghost locked inside the three-inch shoe, and why did she forget all her childhood memories?

who is she?Who is the girl?
Leng Ran held her head, she couldn't remember anything except that the woman was her mother, or it could be said that she couldn't remember it for the time being.

Why is this happening?

"Ran'er...Ran'er..."

A low-pitched call lingered in Leng Ran's ears, and Leng Ran was shaken all over, rushing madly into the white mist.

Grandma, it's grandma!

"grandmother!"

Leng Ran shouted desperately at the top of her throat, she was sure that this old and kind voice was Shen Fengxian.

Tears kept falling, and it was difficult for Leng Ran to calm down her excited heart.

She actually saw two relatives she cared about most in the same dream.

She wants to ask clearly why grandma was killed by Long Qing, and whether there is any misunderstanding.

"Ran'er, you're being naughty again"

A kind and kind voice sounded, with serious reproaches, and then Leng Ran saw a smiling little girl being dragged to the well by an old man to wash her hands.

"Grandma, you eat, this candied fruit is so sweet." The picture turned again, this time the little girl took out a candied fruit and stuffed it into the old man's mouth like offering a treasure.

"It's so sweet, Ran'er is so obedient, she always thinks about grandma"

Leng Ran's throat became more and more dry, she couldn't make a sound and let the tears flow down continuously.

She knew that everything in front of her was just an illusion, the illusion of living with her grandma when she was a child.

But why, why such an illusion should appear, hasn't she already decided?
Forgive Long Qingjue... Forgive him for everything, just because she has fallen in love with him.

But the more she looked at the wrinkled and loving face in the illusion, her heart felt like a knife was twisted, and she couldn't breathe because of the pain.

"Grandma... right..."

The murmured apology hadn't disappeared yet, and the scene in front of her eyes suddenly changed, the raging fire, the villagers who were crying together, helpless, helpless, pitiful... The whole sky was stained red with blood, and she could even smell the smell of blood.

Puff, puff.

The sound of the sharp sword piercing the head resounded continuously, accompanied by the sound of brain and blood splashing, so ear-piercing and so real.

"Do not!!!"

Leng Ran held her head in pain, her eyes were bloodshot, she knelt there, kowtowed, kowtowed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, it's me who hurt you, it's me who hurt you..."

Her forehead was broken, but she still kowtowed non-stop.

At this moment, she felt guilty and blamed herself, and she even wanted to kill herself.

How could she be so selfish, these dead relatives, innocent villagers, what did they do wrong, why did they suffer all this, and she, as the only survivor, fell in love with the enemy and tried to stay with him for the rest of her life , put those bloody feuds behind her, she is too selfish, how could she be like this...

I'm sorry, nothing she did can redeem her sins, she will never have happiness in her life, how could she forgive Long Qingjue, how could she forgive him for killing grandma so cruelly...

"Ran'er..."

The deep call carried a sense of fatal temptation.

Long Qingjue handsomely twisted it lightly, looking at the person who was sleeping extremely restlessly on the soft couch, felt a pain in his heart, stretched out his arms to hug Leng Ran, held her face in both hands, and kissed her eyes, tears overflowing Astringent, bitter, just like his heart at this moment.

He came back a bit late and let her sleep alone so uneasy.

"Ran'er, it's me, I'm here, don't be afraid"

The deep voice seemed to have skipped the endless vicissitudes of life, with extreme exhaustion.

Maybe it was because of the feeling of holding her breath, Leng Ran woke up from the dream, slowly opened her eyes, looked at Long Qingjue's sword eyebrows, star eyes and handsome nose bridge, and felt more and more handsome and extraordinary pressing.

(End of this chapter)