The night was thick, like spilled ink flowing everywhere, dyeing the deep blue sky into pitch black. In the endless darkness, only the mournful cries of feather crows could be heard in the distance, stirring the hearts of people who were increasingly desolate.

There was not a single candle in the room, and it was very dim. There was only a faint, invisible glimmer moving slowly, like a firefly fluttering its wings, and the shimmer was full of light. Looking at each other intently, there was someone holding a white porcelain lamp in his hand.

Candlestick, slowly walked towards the inner room.

A six-fold huanghuali wood tortoiseshell screen separates an inner room. A four-poster sandalwood bed with carved railings is close to the wall. The carvings at the head and foot of the bed are half submerged in the shadow and half submerged in the dim light. The sky-blue light smoke curtains

As the wind blows, the lotus pattern seems to come alive, giving off a faint fragrance.

Luokui has always been afraid of the cold, so she can make do with everything else, except for the things she needs to sleep at night. Every year, she makes a few thick new beddings with the new cotton of that year, so that she can survive the winter. But now the weather is hot.

, only a cool purple wildflower mat was spread on the thin mattress. The purple wildflower mat was opened to reveal a whole bed board, which was tightly installed on the bed frame without any clues. It looked like an extremely ordinary bed.

Bed.

A short and small candle stub was burning awkwardly on the white porcelain candlestick. Jingmo took the candle from Luokui's hand and came closer. He saw her pull out a short blade from under the pillow. The blade was sharp, and in the candlelight

There was a pale cold light shining down, and the thin blade penetrated into the bed board on the side of the wall, and slowly moved along the gap at the end of the bed.

The blade of the knife touched an uneven bump. I used the tip of the knife to gently move the bump. I turned it three times to the left and three times to the right. I heard a few soft creaking sounds.

The entire bed slowly moved outwards, and finally stopped at a distance of more than one person's width from the wall.

Looking through the dim light of the candle, there turned out to be a long, narrow and dark hole at the base of the wall. Along the hole stood a simple wooden ladder, which led down to the dark depths. It seemed so deep and dark below that you couldn't reach out.

Five fingers.

Luokui leaned forward, stretched out her hand and rubbed it on the uneven stone wall for a long time. When she touched a semicircular depression, she took out a round bead the size of a thumb from her sleeve and inserted it into it perfectly.

The brilliance circulated on the bead, and a cold white glimmer of light rippled out like water ripples. When these glimmers touched the mottled stone wall, they were imprinted on it like stars, shining brightly. In the glimmer, you could vaguely see the grinding of the wooden ladder.

Got to be smooth.

Luokui looked back and blew out the candle end in Jingmo's hand, took the four-layer food box at the end of the bed and got into the darkness, using her hands and feet to climb down. She would go up this wooden ladder every now and then, even if there was no pearl.

With such bright light, you can walk steadily even with your eyes closed.

Jingmo has always been afraid of the dark, so he would light up several lanterns to guide his way out at night, and even more so when inside the house, the lights would be bright as bright as day. Now looking at the darkness in the darkroom, he was so frightened that his hands and feet were weak, and he was standing above Luo Kui's head.

She opened her mouth tremblingly: "Akui, it's so dark here, where is this?"

Luokui raised her eyes. She knew that Jingmo was timid, but she didn't expect that he was even afraid of the dark. So how could he bear this bloody future? There was a faint smile in her bright eyes, shining brightly in the darkness, like before dawn.

Xingchen: "Be careful about this when you come down. It's a small matter if you fall, but it's a big deal if you smash me."

"I'm afraid of the dark and heights, so why don't you feel sorry for me and light an extra lamp?" Jingmo gasped, feeling guilty and feeling guilty.

"Light one more lamp, you put it lightly. I only have one pair of hands, and I have to carry the food box and hold the memorial tablet." Luokui looked back, glanced at his face with cold eyes, and couldn't help but laugh. : "You have forgotten that when you were a child, you loved to go to the house to uncover tiles, and you also liked to go out at night to steal the neighbor's black-bone chickens. Why are you afraid of the dark and heights? It's not enough for you to coax Qu Lian with these words, but you are lying to me with these words, I have to believe it too."

Jingmo was silent, and for a moment he had no words to refute. As the saying goes, the ignorant are fearless. When I was a child, I didn't know how difficult life was and what to fear in death. With my grandfather always protecting me, I developed a free-spirited character who was not afraid of anything. , now that he has witnessed his grandfather's death and experienced the evil people's infliction of trouble, how can he still not understand, how can he not be afraid, and how can he still show off his courage as a young man?

His hands and feet were so frightened that he felt weak, but after thinking about it, face was more important than appearance, so he could only rub the thin cold sweat from his palms and climb down cautiously.

Unexpectedly, this place is not as deep as it seems. After climbing down more than a dozen wooden ladders, we reached the bottom. Jingmo straightened up and saw Luokui take out another one from his sleeve. A round bead as big as a thumb was embedded in a semicircular depression, and the brilliance suddenly circulated in the dark room.

Jingmo looked around. There was an altar table placed in a small space, with six dark tablets enshrined, and several dark yellow brocade futons neatly stacked on the ground.

There were three drawers on the side of the case. Luo Kui held the round carved handle on the middle drawer and turned it three times to the right and three times to the left. She only heard a creaking sound above her head. With a soft sound, the bed slowly moved to its original position, and the dark room under the bed became truly difficult for outsiders to detect.

There are no windows or doors in this small area, and the bright moonlight flowing outside cannot illuminate this place. The shadows of candles on the stone walls are better than the moonlight, and the light smoke curls up in the sky, making it feel lonely and cold. The sound of Beijing is heard in my ears. Mo's suppressed sobs were like the night wind sobbing, mixed with a long and cold sigh.

Luokui patted Jingmo's flailing shoulders, calmed down, placed her grandfather's memorial tablet together with several other tablets, took the incense stick and placed it on a candle to light it, releasing a lingering light white fragrance. She knelt down slowly, held the incense above her head, bowed three times, and said sadly: "Dad, grandpa has gone to keep you company. You guys, you have to take care of each other." She choked, holding back the uneasiness in her heart. He stopped feeling the pain and said softly, "Dad, grandpa, Jingmo has arrived in Qingzhou safely. I will take good care of him. Don't worry, you guys."

She gently inserted the incense stick into the golden incense burner with lotus petals. In the thin smoke, old people and old things loomed in it. These people had left, and she was finally the only one left in this world. She couldn't help but feel heartbroken. , the grandfather in my memory is a thin old man with a fairy spirit. Although he is old, his body is very strong. I once heard my father say that my grandfather was very advanced in cultivation, could go to heaven and earth, and was good at catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits. But... Such people, after all, still cannot escape the word death.

Jingmo knelt beside Luokui, opened the food box, walked a few steps, and placed the eight sacrifices on the altar. Two lines of tears meandered down. Hearing Luokui's words, he originally calmed down a little. In his state of mind, he was once again filled with uncontrollable grief. He sighed: "When grandpa passed away, the person I couldn't let go of the most was you. Your name was always in my mouth."

Luokui's mind was in a trance, drifting farther and farther into the distant past. It was a past that she didn't want to think about but couldn't forget. Just thinking about it, she was wrapped in thick blood, and even her breath was filled with blood.

Smells with blood. Until Jingmo grabbed his hand,

Only then did she realize that her thoughts had been wandering for so long. She couldn't help but sigh softly in fear. Her heart ached unbearably. She slowly took out her hand and hid it in her sleeves. She slowly spoke with a painful ending: "I didn't expect to be with Grandpa.

The meeting a few years ago turned out to be the last time."

The light in the dark room was dim, with only the white candle shining brightly, casting a ghostly shadow on the equally dark stone wall. The shadow was like a marionette, pulling thin and slender.

Jingmo shook hands and held a handful of Void. He was suddenly a little scared. He had no way out. He could only rely on Luokui in front of him. Ruo, Ruo, Ruo Ruo even pushed him away from him.

There really was nowhere to go. The more he thought about it, the more scared he became. Finally he hugged Luokui and kept sobbing: "Akui, I, I will only have you as my relative from now on. You, you, you don't

You can send me away."

Today, another close relative has become a few thin words on the memorial tablet. Those words are like a thin blade. The blade cuts through the heart time and time again. It is a dull knife cutting flesh, and the blood beads are pinched.

There was a loud sound, bit by bit, it hurt to the bone.

Deep in his heart, Luo Kui took a breath and spoke every word calmly, tenaciously and with great restraint: "I know, I know that you have had a hard time in the past six months. Now that we are together, the two of us support each other.

Even difficult hurdles can be overcome."

Jingmo's tears soaked Luokui's clothes. He put his chin on her shoulder and said softly: "Yes, you and I are an unmarried couple, and we will definitely support each other in the future." He mustered up his courage again.

, holding Luokui’s cold hand through her sleeves, and whispered

He said: "I know you will definitely take good care of me." He turned towards Jingfeng's memorial tablet and said seriously: "Grandpa, don't worry, I have met your beloved granddaughter-in-law, and she promised to take good care of me.

Yes, you can rest assured, old man."

Her heart moved slightly, and she was overcome with strange emotions. Luokui suddenly blushed. Fortunately, the pearl shone slightly, and the surroundings were not so bright. She could not see the reddish hibiscus on her face. She frowned and lowered her eyes, thinking of Jingmo.

When she was in Yangzhou, she took in many concubines and caused many romantic affairs, which made her feel depressed. She thought, if it were so easy,

She agreed to such a marriage, fearing that there would be endless concubines to fight with in the future, and she might have to go to Goulan Washe to find someone in the middle of the night to drag him out of the gentle countryside of Furong tent. She had a headache thinking about it.

He breathed a silent sigh, took out his hand and pressed his forehead, and said coldly: "You must have drunk too much, why are you talking nonsense in front of grandpa's memorial tablet."

Jing Mo shook a page of thin paper that he always regarded as a treasure, and pursed his lips with a half-smile: "This is the engagement between Uncle Shui and my father back then. It's about the two of us. Do you want to deny it?" He said.
Chapter completed!