Zongling Biography

Chapter 687

Qing Huan felt that she had met a man whom she thought no one could compare with.

Even though he knew that he might not like her, and he didn't even keep his eyes on her for a moment, the spontaneous love cannot be controlled by reason.

She is as small as an ant in front of him, and even makes him feel dirty, but she believes that she will use the things she has kept to prove to him that she is not dirty, and then he will cherish himself even more.

So, she curled her cold lips and made a decision.-
After Ji Sijiu came out of the clan's house, she heard someone beating the 'Sister's Drum'.

She really heard it, and the sad drum beat made her upset.

Looking at the people around him, it seemed that no one heard this kind of drumbeat that hit the soul and made people panic.

She pretended that there was nothing to do and refused them to send them off, and walked out of the villa swaggeringly. When she saw that no one was following her, she immediately took off the purple pendulum from her neck.

"Follow the drum."

The pendulum began to spin blindly, without any rules, and her mind was restless, so the pendulum could not receive the most accurate signals.

Ajie Drum, a drum made of pure girl paper, is a girl's sacrifice.

This kind of thing has disappeared for hundreds of years, how can I hear it in this bustling city?
Ji Sijiu had never heard the sound of drums with her own ears before, and today she was able to distinguish them quickly simply because the drum beats were too similar to a girl's singing.

There are praises and criticisms about the elder sister's drum. Some people say that only the purest girls can be sacrificed and made into ancient skins, which can reach the heavens.

Some people also say that it is just karmic retribution, that the grievances of the dead souls whose corpses were destroyed and skinned fell into the ghost realm, attracting karmic creditors and bloodthirsty ghosts and gods.

There were too many debates on this point, Ji Sijiu felt that this kind of sacrifice was too cruel and not the right way.

She felt that the drum was not far away, and she searched for it on foot but found no trace.

She looked up at the sky, afraid that it was going to snow, she came here in a hurry last night, the clothes on her body were not thick, the autumn was lucky, and the severe winter might be hard.

But the place where the drum beat would lead her changed from time to time. Passers-by on the road looked at the girl in different clothes with curious eyes.

She gritted her teeth and cursed, "Damn it, how dare you play me? It's best not to let me catch you!"

With embroidered shoes with only a layer of cotton on her feet, she ran for a whole day in this huge city.
He was exhausted, without a drop of water, and looked very embarrassed.

When it was getting dark, the drums stopped suddenly, she really wanted to yell at the sky, she remembered what happened to her today!
She took a taxi on the side of the street and went back to the villa. The bodyguards who were still guarding the door saw her eyes widened under the sunglasses.

Is this Miss Ji who left in the morning?
One stepped forward and asked tentatively, "Miss Ji? Is it you?"

Ji Sijiu's hair was covered with snow and frozen, her lips were purple and her face was bloodless, the pair of embroidered shoes on her feet had been worn out, and the black robe on her body was dirty with many spots of yellow mud.

Seeing him asking such a stupid question, Ji Sijiu didn't bother to answer him, so she asked as she walked, "I gave you the fare, is Mr. Zong still there?"

"Here, there are guests at home, they should be in the living room on the first floor."

She lowered her head to look at her miserable state, her knuckles snapping, and she was not afraid of being seen in this embarrassment, she was really too cold.

When she appeared in the living room, Zong Musui couldn't utter a word in the middle of his sentence. He looked him over from head to toe, threw away the cigarette in his hand, and immediately got up and walked towards her.

(End of this chapter)