Spring River Flower Moon Night: Set of 2 Volumes

Chapter 30 Asking for Proverbs (3)
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Wang Zijin saw a group of villagers coming back with hoes on their shoulders. Wang Zijin quickly ran two steps, bowed to them, and said, "Excuse me, who is Huang Da?"

"I am." A burly man stood out from behind the group of villagers. He was tall but had an ugly face.

When Wang Zijin saw this person, he was immediately stunned. He felt like a gnat had met an elephant. Now he felt that the name Huang Da described a person who was very big.

"What do you want from me?" Huang Da looked at the prince condescendingly and said.

"me……"

"We are Madam's natal family, and we are here to worship her this time!" Fei Xiao hurriedly took a step behind her.

As soon as these words came out, the villagers were stunned, while Huang Da looked angry, "Who said my wife is dead? She is still alive and well. Where did you poor scholars come to curse my wife?"

Fei Xiao and Wang Zijin were both taken aback when they heard this, and looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

"There's nothing wrong with that green worm can go straight to the underworld, we'll have a long-term plan when we go back." After Fei Xiao finished speaking, she bowed to Huang Da, "We made a mistake, please don't worry about it, strong man, I'll take my leave now .”

After all, he dragged the prince in and hurried away.

The gang of peasants behind him were still coaxing non-stop.

"My wife is doing well, and she often weaves at night. You all know that." Huang Da mentioned his wife with a shy smile on his ugly face.

"Feixiao, is your news wrong?" Wang Zijin asked him hastily.

"Impossible." Fei Xiao tilted her head, wondering what she was thinking, and said after a while, "Tonight, we will find a way to go to his house and see what kind of weirdness this rough man is hiding."

"You go?"

"No, Zijin, you go."

After hearing this, Wang Zijin yelled again: "Why me again?"

"I have other things to do." Fei Xiao covered her mouth with a fan and smiled smugly.

Seeing his smirk, Wang Zijin knew that nothing good would happen tonight, so he couldn't help but heaved a long sigh. Seeing the sunset, night was coming.

That night when the moon was in the sky, Wang Zijin was walking alone on the dirt road in the village. A corner of the moon in the sky was missing, and a handful of fine moonlight sprinkled on the ground, like fine gemstones.

"The house with the highest wall in the village is Master Huang." I asked an old man in the country during the day, and this is the answer.

"The tallest wall? The tallest wall?" Wang Zijin searched while thinking.

Sure enough, after walking two more steps, he saw a fortress-like thing standing in the moonlight not far ahead.

Wang Zijin looked at the house surrounded by high black walls from a distance, and couldn't help swallowing.

The high wall looks very eerie and terrifying at night, as if some flood beast is about to spew out from the fortress.

"Forget it." When Wang Zijin thought of Lan Xiang's face, he could only bite the bullet and walked forward, "If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you get a tiger's cub?"

After walking outside the high wall, he realized that the wall was as high as two and a half people, and there was not a single family within tens of meters on both sides.

"It's really strange." Wang Zijin muttered while moving stones to step on. This kind of village has a harmonious atmosphere. Usually, neighbors communicate with each other. How can someone build a fortress and live so far away from others?

It took a full half an hour before Wang Zijin climbed to the top of the wall with hands and feet, and saw a small tile-roofed house inside the high wall, with three or four rooms, one of which was lit with a dim light.

Click, click, the sound of weaving came from the house, crisp and loud, floating melodiously into the distance in the night.

Wang Zijin leaned on the wall, only thought this scene was extremely weird, a bright moon was hanging high in the sky, when it was almost ugly, which woman would play with the loom in the middle of the night?
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He saw a big tree next to it with lush branches and leaves, and without thinking about it, he reached out and grabbed the branch, and slipped down carefully.

This kind of stealthy thing has been done a lot, so naturally I am familiar with it!Thinking that he, a scholar who is familiar with the books of sages, was reduced to such a situation of climbing walls and escaping households, he really wanted to cry without tears.

But there was not much time left for him to be sad, he hurriedly patted the dirt on his body, and tiptoed into the lighted room.

I saw a lamp in the house like a bean, and a wooden loom was placed in the narrow room.

There was a woman with a strong figure, with black and shiny hair in a bun, wearing coarse printed clothes, weaving, waving the weaving shuttle up and down with one hand, she looked very busy.

The hostess of this house seems to be alive!
Wang Zijin couldn't help wondering, why did Fei Xiao say that she was dead?
He glanced at the woman who was weaving in the middle of the night, and suddenly felt the hairs on her body stand on end.

Under the dim light, we could vaguely see the weaving shuttle flying up and down like a dancing butterfly.

But that is a weaving shuttle without thread. How can a weaving shuttle without thread weave cloth?
Isn't she weaving?

So why sit here in the middle of the night posing like weaving?
Wang Zijin just felt that this matter was extremely weird, he really didn't dare to wait any longer, just about to leave, he didn't expect his foot to make a crisp sound when he stepped on the stone brick.

The woman in the room turned her head slowly when she heard the voice.

It's all over!Wang Zijin screamed in his heart, and hurriedly started to leave, but when he saw the woman's face, he was stunned for a moment, unable to recover for a long time.

Under the dim light, he saw an ugly face facing him. The man was wearing a black bun and floral clothes, and his face was extremely hideous due to the flickering lights.

This face is so familiar, I have seen it on the ridge during the day, it is the face of that ugly man Huang Da.

"Who is outside?" The room was suddenly dark, probably because the people inside had blown out the oil lamp.

"My God, my God!" Wang Zijin's hands and feet were weak, but he still ran towards the gate fumblingly, stretched out his hand and pushed, but the door was still motionless, a shiny copper lock was shining in the night.

"Why is the door still locked inside?" Wang Zijin looked at the high wall in front of him with a sad face, and it was too late to escape with the stone.

When he was desperate, he heard a creak behind him, and someone came out of the house.

Wang Zijin heard the sound, and the seven souls frightened away the six souls, and hurriedly turned around and got into a room in a panic.

The house was full of firewood, it seemed to be a firewood house.

He hurriedly got into the pile of firewood, not even daring to breathe.

The sound of someone walking could be vaguely heard, but that person did not light a lamp, and turned around in the yard before turning back.

The footsteps were getting closer, and the door opened with a bang.

Wang Zijin's heart was already in his throat, and he held his breath for fear of being discovered.

From the gap in the dry grass, he could see a thick figure coming in, looked around for a week, but didn't seem to find any changes, and the man tiptoed out again to check other rooms.

Seeing that he was gone, Wang Zijin couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, but when he turned his hand back, he felt something soft and silky.

Very long, smooth, soft threads.

It was hard to see clearly in the dark, and there seemed to be a trace of corruption on the thing.

He lifted the things in his hands and looked at them carefully under the moonlight.

This thing was clearly seen, Wang Zijin felt his heart stop beating, fear had completely controlled him.

It's scarier than just seeing men spinning at night in women's clothes.

Because he was clearly visible, the tangled hands, which glowed blue in the night light, were clearly a woman's long hair!

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"Wow!" Wang Zijin couldn't control it anymore, screamed loudly, jumped out of the pile of firewood, and shook his hands desperately.

But the long hair entangled him like seaweed, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter how he shook it.

While in a panic, the door of the firewood room was pushed open, and a tall figure rushed in with a shiny axe.

"Help, save me!" Wang Zijin didn't care too much, although this man was vicious and terrifying, he was better than a dead man.

The person who rushed in was Huang Da, and when he saw Wang Zijin holding a handful of hair in his hand, he immediately understood, "You, you actually disturb my lady's rest?!"

"This, this is your wife?" Wang Zijin asked tremblingly.

"That's right, she's been doing well here, but you broke in to disturb her!"

"Since it's your wife, tell her not to pester Xiaosheng anymore." Wang Zijin said as he desperately untangled the hair on his hands.

It's just that both hands were trembling, and after tossing for a long time, the hair seemed to grow on his hands, and he couldn't get it off no matter what.

"What can I do? What should I do?"

Before he finished crying, he felt a gust of cool wind blowing by his ears. Wang Zijin thought it was a female ghost appearing, so he was so frightened that he hugged his head and crouched on the ground.

It didn't matter that he squatted down, and then he felt a thud on his head, the sound of gold and stone, and a few sparks splashed from the wall.

A broad ax was cutting into the wall only a few inches away from his head, penetrating an inch or so.

Wang Zijin was immediately dumbfounded, and looked back, that Huang Da was looking at him with a grin, a row of yellow dies, clearly visible in the night, it was a ghost-like face.

"Anyone who disturbs my wife will die!" Huang Da said slowly, and after speaking, he swung his ax at Wang Zijin.

"Wow!" Wang Zijin hurriedly dodged, seeing that the villager was already unconscious and didn't know where Fei Xiao had gone, so he didn't come to help him at this time.

The two were fighting in the small room, and the shiny copper lock in the courtyard seemed to be opened by someone with a key. The lock spring made a light sound, and then fell to the ground with a snap.

There was no wind in the yard, but the door opened slowly.

A foot in an embroidered shoe stepped in, and the embroidered red skirt passed over the threshold. It was the skirt of a bride's wedding dress.

"I have no grievances with you, why do you want to take my life?" Wang Zijin wailed.

"My wife works so hard, and she has to spin at night, so anyone who disturbs her will die!" Huang Da said with a desperate look.

Seeing that he was unconscious, the prince hurriedly took advantage of the loophole to rush out the door.

He didn't think that the hair on his hands hadn't been untied yet, but after running for a few steps, he felt that something behind him pulled him, pulled him somersaults, and then there was a burst of rattling sound.

Wang Zijin hurriedly looked back, the pile of firewood immediately collapsed after being pulled by him like this, and a skeleton inside was exposed crookedly.

It was a corpse with only bones left, and the clothes on his body were all in tatters, but it was vaguely visible that it was red cloth, it was a corpse in wedding clothes.

A few strands of hair on the skull were wrapped around Wang Zijin's hands, and a pair of black eye sockets were looking straight in his direction.

It seems to be asking for help, and it seems to be full of resentment.

Sitting on the ground, the prince couldn't help being frightened when he saw the skeleton. He slowly moved out and shook his head desperately, "No, don't come to me, I didn't harm you."

Seeing that the bones were exposed, Huang Da threw the axe, walked over a few steps, straightened the bones and sat down, stroked its hair lovingly, and said softly: "My lady, my lady, it's my fault, but Did it hurt you?"

A face full of tenderness and sweetness, coupled with ferocious facial features, made people feel unspeakably creepy.

Wang Zijin hurriedly picked up the ax on the ground, chopped off the hair wrapped around his hand with a wave of his hand, and ran out stumbled.

After only two steps, he looked terrified, and retreated little by little.

I just felt like I was sweating profusely, as if I had a terrible nightmare.

In front of him, there was a woman wearing a bride's wedding dress, walking slowly forward. The woman's complexion was pale, her mouth was red, as if she had just stepped off the sedan chair.

Her hair was disheveled, her face was expressionless, like a frightening painting frozen in the night.

Night is the background, red is the background color, and there is a ghostly aura of resentment.

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The prince retreated further, and finally tripped over the threshold and sat down by the door of the woodshed.

The woman didn't even look at him, she walked over the threshold of the firewood house with her skirt in hand, and went directly to the skeleton.

I saw her squatting down slowly, looking at the corpse carefully as if looking at something amusing, with a regretful expression on her face.

"I was so beautiful when I was alive, but I never thought that I would become like this in only five years." She said with a chuckle, "People say that the beauty is the easiest to age, it's true, it's true!"

Huang Da also saw the woman, with a joyful expression on his face, "Miss, madam, you are back?" After speaking, his voice was sobbing, "I knew that you are not dead, you will definitely come back."

"Husband," the woman said slowly, "I know you like me, but things in this world are not just what you like."

"My lady, my lady, do you still want to abandon me?"

"I hanged myself on the day I got married. Who would have thought that I would be a ghost and you would still let me go and let me die for five years."

"My lady, my lady, I was wrong, my lady." Huang Da kowtowed immediately, "What do you say I want to do, as long as you come back, I can do anything!"

The woman laughed lightly, "How can the water be taken back when it is poured on the ground? How can the words be swallowed up?" After finishing speaking, she paused, "Similarly, how can a person be resurrected after death?"

Huang Da stared blankly at the person in front of him, as if he was thinking hard about something, and seemed to be chewing these words over and over again.

I only heard the woman say: "It is impossible for the withered flowers to stay on the branches, and the same is true when people die. Why do you have to pay for those withered flowers and those who died? Happiness and joy?"

Huang Da muttered: "The thanked flower? The dead person?"

It seems to be thinking about an extremely important matter.

"How deep is love? How deep is hatred? Things in this world, once you are persistent, you will fall into the devil."

"How deep is the love? How deep is the hatred?" Huang Da repeated it again, as if eager to understand the words.

It was still full moon and clear wind outside. Seeing the two people talking wholeheartedly, the prince hurriedly got up quietly and walked to the door. As soon as he reached the door, he saw a person in white clothes like snow standing outside the door.

When the prince saw this person, he couldn't help feeling weak all over. He felt relieved and said with a mournful face: "Fei Xiao, Fei Xiao, you scared me to death, why did you come here?"

Seeing that he was quite frightened, Fei Xiao hurriedly comforted him: "I didn't expect this to happen either. I set up a spell to summon the remaining thoughts of Mrs. Huang, hoping to get rid of this person's demons."

"What's going on here?" Wang Zijin asked hastily.

"This Huang Da is ugly, but he married a beautiful woman who has read some poems and books as his wife. After seeing her husband on the wedding day, this woman felt very regretful and hanged herself to death."

"That's right, then why did he tell others that his wife is not dead?"

"Then Huang Da only saw his wife once, and he couldn't forget his love. He said to the outside world that his wife was not dead, and her bones had not been buried. Hope that one day his wife will be resurrected."

"This is simply impossible..."

Before he could finish speaking, the prince entered and saw a man striding out of the room. The man was tall and burly, his legs were unsteady, his eyes were dull, and he was still muttering: "How deep is the love? How deep is the hate... ..."

Seeing him coming out, Fei Xiao hurriedly pulled Wang Zijin behind her, but Huang Da didn't seem to see the two of them, and disappeared into the pitch-black mountain in a blink of an eye.

Wang Zijin and Fei Xiao glanced at each other, unable to figure out why, they walked through the courtyard curiously and walked into the woodshed.

I saw the water-like moonlight pouring into the small room, a corpse wearing a wedding dress, sitting in the middle of the firewood room, seemed to be alive, sitting upright, with long hair, shining blue in the dark night of light.

When Fei Xiao and Wang Zi went to see the corpse, they felt unspeakable pain in their hearts. This woman whose name she didn't even know had been teased by fate before she was alive.

The two of them bowed to the corpse as they thought about it.

"Girl, thanks to your help, Xiaosheng will surely let you go to the ground as soon as possible, and your wish will be fulfilled."

Just as Wang Zijin finished speaking, the corpse seemed to be sensed, and it suddenly fell to the ground, falling into pieces and dust everywhere.

(End of this chapter)