My wife kills me because she has me in her heart!

Chapter 55 The maid combing her hair

Calm down the fear in your heart.

Yan Conling asked again, "Are you sure? After the imperial concubine was killed, it was said that in order to prevent her soul from escaping, jade condensed from the blood of the phoenix was used to suppress it. For nine days and nine nights, her soul was destroyed."

To put it simply, even the scum of the dead person is gone, and there is no possibility of resurrection. Since then, no one has seen Phoenix again.

"The slave family can admit their mistakes in anything! Only blood feud is absolutely impossible!"

The succubus gritted her teeth, two lines of wet tears still hanging on her pale cheeks, looking particularly horrifying.

"The slave family remembers clearly that she is the maid who combed the hair of the imperial concubine!"

Yan Conling did not deny it anymore.

"If that's the case, then the newly built temple in the Imperial Capital has another theory."

When Ning Ji returned as hostage and was hunted down, the old monk helped the Tibetans. If the imperial concubine is really still alive, I am afraid that no one, including the descendants of Yunshan and Ning Ji, will be spared.

But the most puzzling thing is that no trace of her has been found so far.

Logically speaking, a monster like the Imperial Concubine who had been beheaded and killed once by an owl would still be filled with resentment even if she was resurrected and her body was seized, leaving traces wherever she went.

"In a few days, you can follow me to the River Styx to check if there are any people who have taken possession of their bodies in recent years, and you can cross the river to enter reincarnation."

She didn't believe it, what kind of evil spirit could fly into the sky and escape from the earth.

"The slave family doesn't want to!"

The female charm said with hatred, "The slave family wants to see her die and enter reincarnation again! The slave family has been tortured by obsession for so many years. It's hard to sleep until she sees her enemy being executed with her own eyes!"

Yan Conling was noncommittal.

It's freezing cold in the middle of the night.

Lou Qixue brought her a bowl of hot soup and took out a thick quilt from the cabinet.

"I tied that dog for you."

Yan Conling stopped lying down, raised her eyes and asked, "Where is it tied?"

"We'll stay in the woodshed tonight."

It turned out that she was afraid that the big yellow dog would freeze to death if it was tied outside due to the cold weather. Lou Qixue put down the gauze curtain and said, "I will build a nest for it tomorrow."

The darkness inside the tent made his fingers slender and as bright as the moon.

Yan Conling was a little amused at the thought of using such hands to build a doghouse tomorrow.

I finally got used to having such a person lying next to me.

Lou Qixue sleeps very quietly. Apart from his long arms and legs that are too clingy, there is always a very light fragrance lingering on his body, which you can't even notice unless you smell it carefully.

That's what only spirits with clean demonic aura can possess.

Like a clear spring in the mountains and forests, the breeze blows on her face, which also makes her feel relieved after being trapped in nightmares for a long time.

Accompanied by the light fragrance, the exhaustion of running around for several days soon made her fall into a deep sleep.

It was the familiar boundless color of blood again.

The blood river that reached the ankles was glowing with a strange brownish red color, was sticky and smelly, and could not be seen to the end. She was like a trapped soul, trapped here forever.

So...who do you want to see this time? Grandma, mother, or father?

Yan Conngling was a little weak.

Day after day, year after year. There is no numbness, but even more hatred.

This was also the reason why she didn't reject the female charm.

The pain of deep hatred and bloodshed can be felt with the same feeling.

But after taking a few steps, Yan Conling suddenly stopped.

She looked straight into the distance not far away. Just like in countless previous nightmares, a bloody and broken figure appeared there.

However, this time it was neither her grandmother nor her parents...

Long black hair, moon white robe.

I have become familiar with it without knowing when.

The man lowered his head, his hairband was pulled down, and his long hair was spread all over. The robe was stained bright red with blood, and a broken sword was exposed on the chest, shining with a sharp cold light.

Yan Conling recognized it at a glance - it was the natal sword that had been with him day and night for more than ten years.

Compared with the previous illusion in the bronze mirror, this time he said nothing, only smiled sadly, with complex, silent but strong emotions in his eyes.

It's just a demon... Her clenched hands loosened, and she was about to turn around and leave, but she caught a glimpse of the other person's hand from the corner of her eye. Those beautiful and slender hands that had unbuttoned her clothes yesterday and today, washed and cooked meals, and hooked up the bed curtains. At this moment, it was covered in blood, and the bones were visible...

Suddenly thinking, Yan Conngling woke up suddenly, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

The smell is sweet and fishy.

"From the spirit?!!"

Lou Qixue sat up and hurriedly reached out to touch the lamp, forgetting even the spell.

The sudden light made Yan Conling squint his eyes, and the new quilt in front of him was stained with a large amount of blood.

When the hand with distinct joints stretched out, she was obviously stunned and subconsciously wanted to shrink back.

But the other party moved faster and held her shoulder, "Does it hurt?"

The girl shook her head.

The bedding was replaced with new ones, and Lou Qixue got the tranquilizer she often took. Every time Yan Conling's nightmare got deeper, he would vomit blood like now.

After sleeping together for hundreds of years, he knew all her habits and unknown secrets.

The room was silent except for the slight sound of warm water being poured into the cup.

"Thank you."

Yan Conling lowered her eyelids and spoke hoarsely, with the thick long eyelashes filled with heat.

She took this kind of medicine for more than ten years.

The uncle is proficient in medicine and stone and is famous all over the world, but he can only suppress her nightmare.

"Did you have another nightmare?" The man put the tea cup back and helped her lie down again.

"Um……"

She responded vaguely, but her hands involuntarily tightened the corners of the quilt.

Lou Qixue sighed lightly.

The next moment, warm fingertips fell on the back of her hand, gently hooking the girl's fingers out.

"It seems like you won't be able to sleep tonight, why don't you just talk to me."

say what?

Yan Conling's mind was as scattered as drunkenness.

She didn't often chat with him alone, and sometimes she didn't know what to say like this.

In the past ten years, when it comes to monsters, the only thing that comes to mind is the color of blood. Even though I know I can't hate him, I can't be honest with him.

"Lie down first."

As if sensing her confusion, Lou Qixue leaned over and pulled out a small box from under the bed.

Very new, probably just bought it.

Click.

The box was opened, and Yan Conling was stunned when he saw the thick pile of books inside.

Lou Qixue moved the lamp closer, and she could clearly see the words on it in the bright light.

It's actually a bunch of story books...

The man, who was only wearing a thin snow-white undergarment, still had bright eyebrows, but softer than before. He was surrounded by candlelight and said, "I will speak more slowly. Close your eyes and listen."

The girl's eyelashes trembled slightly.

When she was a child, she always liked to lean on the shoulders of her elders, listen to the grass, trees and mountains outside, collect boxes after boxes of story books, and hide them quietly under the bed like treasures.

It's a pity that everything was burned to ashes in that fire...

There seemed to be something more than she expected. She subconsciously wanted to curl her fingertips, but was covered by another slender and powerful palm, so she had no choice but to give up.

"What can I tell you?"

Seeing that she was extremely silent, Lou Qixue thought she was undecided and picked out a book.

"That's it, a scholar meets a fox girl in the middle of the night."

(End of this chapter)