Chapter 5 Jiang Mo Feimo
The setting sun sets, twilight quietly surrounds, and the cold wind that belongs to winter gradually begins to wreak havoc, carrying with it the sharp flying snow.
When Jiang Shouzhong returned to the hut, it was already dark.
Feeling in the dark, he took out a fire stick and lit the oil lamp on the table. The darkness in the room was instantly broken, and the warm and dim light imprinted the lonely shadow of the man on the wall.
Jiang Shouzhong found some dry firewood, charcoal and cake-shaped coal to make a stove.
The whole room gradually began to warm up, dissipating the condensed cold air.
"Well, it's really better to have someone at home."
Jiang Shouzhong, who was alone, felt a little empty for no reason and couldn't help but sigh.
Recalling the scene more than half a year ago when he, his ex-wife Hong'er and Sister Ye were sitting around the stove, it was like a painting framed in a dream, distant and unreal.
At that time, he would never have imagined that fate would change so quickly.
More than a year and a half ago, he was rescued by a young woman named Ye Zhuchan while living in this strange world, and settled in a place called Anhe Village.
The days passed comfortably and leisurely.
Not long after, he married a girl named "Hong'er", and the two spent the best time in Anhe Village. But one day later, the daughter-in-law left a ridiculous letter of divorce and left suddenly without any warning, and there was no news from her since.
One month later, the massacre of Anhe Village occurred that shocked the world.
Since then, the two have been separated from each other.
Because he was also on that death list.
According to the official announcement, all eighty-two households in Anhe Village were massacred by monsters. The initiator behind this was the Monster Clan Ten Thousand Beasts Forest.
It’s just that no one knows that there is a survivor like him in Anhe Village.
And changed his name to Jiang Mo.
After the village was attacked by monsters, although he failed to find Sister Ye's body, the possibility of survival in that massacre was almost zero.
Especially the subsequent flash flood and mudslide that almost engulfed the entire village.
After the invasion, only the remaining limbs, broken arms, broken bones and flesh were left.
It is impossible to find the body again.
If he hadn't been lucky that night and was saved by a mysterious man when he went to the mountain temple to get drunk and soothe his sorrows alone, I'm afraid he wouldn't be sitting here right now.
As for the mysterious man...
"So, no one from the Ran family has ever been here?"
A hoarse voice like steel grinding against the ground, obviously deliberately disguised, appeared in the room without warning, interrupting Jiang Shouzhong's thoughts .
Jiang Shouzhong was startled.
When he saw that the mysterious man who had saved him appeared in the house, he muttered in a low voice: "I didn't know how to knock on the door when I came in. It's so rude."
Darkness A tall figure stood in the house.
The person was completely covered in a black hooded cloak, and his specific figure could not be seen. On his face was a golden mask in the shape of a bird with a sharp beak and flying feathers.
The shadowy gray-black figure is like a ghost in the dark cabin, making people feel even more horrified.
But Jiang Shouzhong is used to it.
Sometimes they even call each other "birdman".
I thought that if my boss who liked to give people nicknames saw it, he might be able to come up with a more interesting name.
"Have no one from the Ran family been here?"
The masked birdman asked again.
Jiang Shouzhong made a cup of tea for the other party and laughed at himself: "Basically, I come once a month. It's the maid next to the eldest lady of Ranfu, just to give me some money."
The masked birdman did not take the tea cup and walked to the stove and said calmly: "Ran Qingchen will go to Qingzhou in a while. You can find a way to go with her."
"Why?"
Jiang Shouzhong asked with a frown.
The eye holes above the sharp beak of the bird-shaped mask flashed with sharp light like the cold moon, and his tone was domineering: "You don't need to ask why, just follow my arrangements."
Jiang Shouzhong did not say a word. , filled two pieces of charcoal into the stove.
Perhaps seeing that Jiang Shouzhong was a little unhappy, the masked man's hoarse voice softened a little and added: "A case occurred in Qingzhou, which was somewhat related to the massacre in Anhe Village."
< br>As soon as these words came out, Jiang Shouzhong raised his head suddenly.
Two cold gleams shot out from the man's black pupils, and he clenched his fists subconsciously, "Are you sure!?"
The reason why he followed this woman's arrangement and came to the capital was not only to repay her for saving her life, but also for another reason. Yes...there was something fishy about the massacre in Anhe Village.
It is likely to be related to a certain dignitary in the imperial court.
Because he accidentally discovered a bead while searching for Sister Ye's body.
After identification by the other party, this bead is called Chao Bead.
Different from the court beads worn by officials of the Qing Dynasty in Jiang Shouzhong's world, the court beads of the Dazhou Dynasty were specially gifted by the emperor and could not be worn by non-meritorious nobles or those with a second-grade official rank or above. They were inscribed with the luck of the real dragon and could not be imitated.
Although it is a special gift from the emperor, the continental dynasty has given many rewards to generations of emperors over the years.
If you investigate one by one, you will undoubtedly find the needle in the river.
In addition to the missing inscription on the chao bead, there is no clue yet.
But Jiang Shouzhong was not discouraged.
Even if the investigation process is long and difficult, and the enemies he faces in the future are very powerful, he will never let Sister Ye and other villagers die unjustly!
This is also the main reason why he is willing to enter the six doors.
It is a pity that at that time, he did not have the ability to "talk" to the dead and could not find out more truth.
For example, the old man in green shirt who has been dead for two days today, perhaps because he was worried about him and still lingering in his soul, found out that Jiang Shouzhong had "psychic" ability, so he took the initiative to talk to him, hoping to give him a gift for his granddaughter. Find a refuge.
There is also the lingering ghost Zhang Lang.
Jiang Shouzhong frowned and said: "But the eldest lady of the Ran family is not interested in me. She has been married for half a year now and has only met me twice. It is impossible for her to take me to Qingzhou."
"The Imperial Court A new hospital is to be established at Six Gates."
The masked man's hoarse voice was like an owl: "Ran Qingchen has been appointed as the director of the new hospital and will go to Qingzhou to investigate the case. You can use this. This is a chance."
"You also know this." Jiang Shouzhong stared at the masked birdman strangely, "Why do I feel that you are from the palace and know all the inside information?"
< br>The masked man did not explain, but asked: "Are you interested in Ran Qingchen?"
"No."
Jiang Shouzhong shook his head without any hesitation.
Not to mention that his identity as "Jiang Mo" is fake, even if it is real, with the current progress of the two of them, it is estimated that they will not be able to develop a relationship in ten years.
We only met twice in half a year after getting married, which is outrageous.
Besides, he could never forget the red and light figure in his heart.
No one can take his place.
"Hmph."
The masked man snorted, whether it was ridicule or other emotions. His eyes looked at the man a little softer, but his tone was still indifferent, "Remember What you should do is not to indulge in the love between your children all day long!"
After that, the door clicked, and the figure disappeared into the house, leaving only a wisp of cold air floating in it! The light on the table swayed slightly.
“With this tone, someone who didn’t know it would have thought it was my wife, she is very lenient.”
Jiang Shouzhong muttered.
He really wanted to complain about this masked birdman.
The two of them have known each other for half a year, and they have experienced life and death together. Even now, they still don’t want to take off the bird mask, and even their voices have been disguised.
I only know that the other party is called Nightingale. If it hadn't been for that time when I accidentally touched the other person's exaggerated pecs, I would have thought this guy was a man.
Of course, complaints are complaints, but I still feel grateful in my heart.
If the other party had not dragged him drunkenly into the sarcophagus in the mountain temple, even if he could escape the killing of the monster, he would not be able to avoid the flash flood and mudslide.
Saving a life is like rebirthing a parent.
Otherwise, he would not have followed the other party's arrangement, changed his name to "Jiang Mo", and took the marriage certificate given by the other party to go to Ran's family confidently.
To be honest, he didn't think the Ran family would recognize the marriage contract at that time, especially when the head of the family frowned like a knot after seeing the marriage document, and almost threw him out.
Fortunately, Nightingale gave him a jade pendant, and when the old lady saw the jade pendant, she actually married the talented young lady to him.
So Jiang Shouzhong has always been curious about the relationship between the woman named "Nightingale" and the "Jiang Mo" in the marriage certificate?
A relative?
Or some friend?
What’s more, he didn’t understand why the other party asked him to pretend to be “Jiang Mo” to marry the Ran family.
And where did the real "Jiang Mo" in the marriage certificate go?
Dead?
Jiang Shouzhong couldn't understand, so he didn't bother to think deeply. He got up and went to the closet and opened a secret compartment.
There is a hosta in the hidden grid.
There is another letter.
On the envelope, the two words [divorce letter] in a graceful font are particularly eye-catching.
Jiang Shouzhong picked up the exquisite hosta.
Sister Ye always wears this hosta.
It is her beloved thing.
It is said to be the only relic left to her by her mother.
At that time, the body could not be found, and he still had a little hope in his heart. But when he saw the hosta among the mud and broken flesh, his heart completely fell into despair.
Lieutenant General Jiang Shou slowly held the hosta in his hand, his dark eyes burning with hatred, "Sister Ye, if I investigate and find out that someone was really behind the massacre of the village, I will definitely do it for you. Revenge! No matter who that person is!"
For a long time, the man's eyes fell on the divorce letter again.
The grief and hatred in my heart gradually turned into a burning sadness.
"Hong'er, have you recovered your memory, so you chose to leave in this way?" The man sighed and murmured, "It's okay to leave, maybe... the nature of our encounter It’s just a mistake.”
......
Xing'an Lane, under the old locust tree.
Li Guanshi stood with his hands behind his hands, looking up in confusion.
In the lonely cold night, the old locust tree looks like an evil ghost Shura, like branches that have been peeled off by the years, extending in all directions and twisting ferociously.
“If you can’t hold it back, don’t hold it down. Aren’t you tired of holding on?”
Li Guanshi's lips sneered.
She stamped her foot lightly.
Everything suddenly stopped, and the noise suddenly disappeared.
The flying snow is stagnant, the cold wind has stopped, the swaying branches and locust leaves are motionless, and everything is silent.
This world seems to be locked in time.
The stagnation lasted only a few breaths, and then returned to normal. The few locust leaves that were always there all year round were finally overwhelmed by the weight, detached from the branches, and slowly fell to the ground.
In an instant, the evil spirit of the haunted house next to it surged into the sky, and the blood split the clouds.
"Li Guanshi!"
Suddenly, a deliberately suppressed angry voice came, like thunder rolling, and the wind and snow howling even more fiercely.
Looking at the haunted house slowly returning to peace, Li Guanshi murmured with a sad expression, "I almost forgot that everyone in the Pingyang Mo family is dead."
Although the haunted house was suppressed in time, there was still a ray of red light coming out.
She turned and looked in the direction of the palace, the sarcasm on her brows and lips became more cold, "Back then, Zhuge Xuanji's prophecy that 'Pingyang Mo family has the art of slaying dragons' frightened your master so much that he couldn't even sit on the dragon chair. In the end, the Mo family was killed, and your butcher knife contributed a lot.”
The night was silent, and there was only the sound of Feng Xue whimpering, but no one responded.
Li Guanshiying pursed her lips slightly, stroked her slender chin, and said to herself: "It would be fun if there are still remnants of the Mo family..."
The woman raised her chin. First, the fog on his face dissipated, revealing that beautiful jade face that could enchant all living beings, with a bright smile, "right, the best in the world, Zhao Wuxiu?"
...
Farther away, the red light emanating from the haunted house exploded into the lake.
A woman wearing a bright red wedding dress slowly emerged from the water, her long hair spread out several feet like seaweed.
The woman is pale and beautiful.
"Mo Lang, I have been waiting so hard for you. Where are you?"
The woman's dark, pupilless eyes scanned the capital, full of sadness, and she shed tears.
The woman in red covered her cheek, her thin shoulders shook slightly, she seemed to be crying, laughing, sobbing, and complaining. The suppressed sobs squeezed out of her throat intermittently and overflowed from her fingers.
"Mo Lang, I don't want to wait any longer."
The woman in red flexed her fingers, her sharp nails piercing her skin, tearing downwards with all her strength.
The beautiful face was instantly dripping with blood, revealing the bones.
In the windy and uninhabited ruins, ghosts cry above the cold lake.
A moment later, another woman's body with stones tied to her body slowly floated up from the bottom of the lake.
She is a woman with mediocre appearance.
The woman in red said quietly: "Go find your husband."
The woman opened her eyes, first looked at the woman in red in awe, then turned her eyes to somewhere, and said with a ferocious smile : "Husband, I'm here."
...
Late at night, Jiang Shouzhong turned off the lights and fell asleep.
He has already found the ancient family book that Zhang Lang was talking about, and it is called "Tian Yuan River Atlas".
The content is complicated and obscure, and it does look like a book on self-cultivation.
I flipped through it casually, then threw it aside without wanting to read it.
After lying for a while, Jiang Shouzhong suddenly sat up, clasped his hands, put his fingertips between his eyebrows, and begged: "Amitabha, Amitayus, please don't let me have that weird dream again tonight, who is so crazy about liking married women?" !”
After Jiang Shouzhong fell asleep, the ancient book randomly thrown on the table suddenly opened by itself.
A pale hand crawled out of the page!
The nails on this hand are extremely long.
Like a steel knife!
It slowly grabbed Jiang Shouzhong.
However, the next moment, the hosta on the table made a subtle buzzing sound.
The pale hand retracted into the book with a "swish", quietly, as if nothing had happened, like the hand of a thief who was caught stealing something.
The hosta flew up, spinning around the ancient book, dragging a tail of crystal sword energy.
It’s like a boss is patrolling.
Finally, the pale hand carefully stretched out and closed the book obediently, and there was no movement at all.
The hosta then fell back to the table and fell into silence.
(End of this chapter)