I steamed buns for the general

Chapter 15

Jingxin glanced at Qingyu's body in surprise and almost fainted, and then saw that Zhijin's expression was not good, and immediately asked: "Is there any injury?"

Zhijin shook her head, and looked at Jingxin anxiously, she was really afraid that Jinghai would really kill Master.

"Jingxin, you little apprentice is really cold-blooded." Jinghai said lightly: "She didn't even feel her senior sister died in front of her. You said to use your blood to see if she is cold-blooded?" it is good?"

"How dare you!" Zhijin glared at Jinghai and shouted sharply.

"There's nothing you don't dare to do. I'll show you right now." Jing Hai smiled happily, "Hit me, hit me hard, but hold your breath, I will torture them both slowly."

Zhijin looked at the two nuns who were meditating, and begged bitterly: "Please don't beat her. I will give you money, and I will give you a lot of money."

Those two are Jinghai's minions, and they are the ones who usually do things that Jinghai is inconvenient to do, and they are the most obedient.Zhijin offered the temptation, but the two were unmoved, knocked down Jingxin as if they couldn't hear her words, and then punched and kicked.

Zhijin cried, broke free from the restrained hands, and threw herself on the master. She hugged the master and prevented her fist from falling on the master. "I won't let you go!"

Jingxin was beaten in a daze, and felt less pain. When she looked up and saw Zhijin's face full of tears, her heartache was beyond words, and she pushed her away with all her strength, "Qing Shui, please don't worry about me, please .”

"Don't go." Zhijin cried and said, she stubbornly didn't move and let punches and kicks hit her.

Jinghai was very satisfied, raised his hand, and ordered: "Okay, let's do this for today, shut off the water in the firewood room, don't give food, take it back to the room quietly and apply medicine, and continue beating when the injury is cured."

Zhijin's whole body seemed to be run over by a car, and there was no pain anywhere.The two nuns carried her back to the woodshed like a dead dog, and then locked her neatly.

Lying on the cold ground of the firewood house, Zhijin didn’t move. She squeezed her chapped lips so eagerly to have a bowl of steaming water to drink. Her head also hurt badly. She felt drowsy for an unknown amount of time before she finally fell asleep. past.

The night was dark, the mountain wind was blowing, and a large cloud covered the sky and the sky. The heavy rain that was brewing in the sky seemed to be coming soon.

Jingxin struggled to get up from the bed, the injuries on her body were much less because of Zhijin's protection, her eyes that were originally swollen from crying were shining brightly in the dark night, if you look carefully, you will find that there is a cold light in her eyes.

She was also a timid person, and she had never had the intention of harming others, but she didn't want to see the most filth in the world in this nunnery.Back then, she was just a young nun, and she was tricked by her senior sister into leaving a mass grave. She complained very much and wanted to argue with Jing An when she came back, but unexpectedly picked up the child Qing Shui.Only that child can touch the softness in my heart, that is the child I picked up by myself.So small, but has seen these dirty things.She was going to save her, she couldn't watch her beloved disciple being tortured to death.

There was a soft snoring sound at the door in the darkness, it was the nun who was guarding her.She fumbled carefully, took out a cloth bag from the pillow, put it in her arms and got out of bed gently.

She was very clear about the furnishings in the house, picked up a bench and walked slowly towards the door.

The nun probably thought she couldn't run away, so she slept soundly, didn't even hear her open the door, frowned quietly, raised the bench and threw it on the nun's head.

The nun fell down without making a sound.

The surroundings are quiet, the night wind blows people very cold, and there is a faint smell of blood in the air.Jingxin pursed her lips, her hands trembled a little, her legs trembled involuntarily, making her unable to move.

Taking a few deep breaths quietly, I simply sat in front of the door to calm down. The night wind made my face hurt, and my hot heart also calmed down.

She had to do it, only she could save Shimizu.

She took a deep breath, took out the dagger in her arms, and walked slowly towards Jinghai's yard.

The house is pitch black, and Jinghai must have fallen asleep. The small yard is full of chrysanthemums, exuding a faint fragrance in the dark night, and the osmanthus tree in the middle of the yard is blooming faintly. Drop some petals.

Jingxin was not in the mood to look at such a beautiful scenery, she slowly approached Jinghai's bedroom, then took out a dagger, and gently flipped the door latch.

The moment the door latch was opened, Jing Hai on the bed suddenly woke up, looked around, and there was no sound at all.

Did she think too much?

She didn't dare to sleep anymore, and listened quietly with her eyes open, not daring to make a sound.

The door opened, and a black shadow rushed towards the bed. Jing Hai wanted to shout, but before he could speak, someone buried his voice in the blanket.She struggled to get rid of the quilt and shouted angrily: "Who, let me go."

How could Jingxin give her a chance? She does a lot of rough work on weekdays. Compared with the pampered Jinghai, she is naturally much stronger.She pressed the quilt, but couldn't see clearly, and thrust the dagger fiercely towards the position she imagined.

Jing Hai snorted in pain, paused, and was slow for a while, but Jing Xin just seized the opportunity and stabbed him again.

One knife down, I don't know if Jingxin is lucky or what, Jinghai has no movement.She still couldn't understand her hatred, thinking about Qingshui's injuries, Qingyu's death, and the dirty things she was forced to do over the years, it was all hatred.

This is all her hatred for wanting to kill Jinghai.Even if she goes to hell after death, she will now kill this old nun who is greedy and money-gathering.

The angry heart lost its reason, and only knew to insert the dagger in and then pull it out.

When the knife was cut down, blood splashed all over the face, and there was a warm touch.Jinghai had already stopped struggling and remained motionless.

Tired of meditation, I finally stopped.With trembling hands, she fumbled to the table to light the lamp, and endured nausea and fear to check on Jinghai.

The body turned over, people, already dead.Jinghai stared wide-eyed and opened his mouth, looking miserable.

The bloodstains all over the bed were horrible.

The strength in Jing Xin's whole body suddenly disappeared, and she collapsed on the ground with tears streaming down her face.

Suddenly there was thunder outside, and the wind picked up even more.The wind blew the treetops and made a ghostly sound, which scared her to pieces.

Lightning flashed into the room and flashed the tragic scene of Jinghai on the bed, which was even more frightening.

Jingxin suddenly lost her mind, got up and ran out staggeringly, towards the firewood room where Zhijin was locked.

The heavy rain was pouring, pouring on the face and body, and it was extremely cold.Jingxin is like a puppet without a heart, only one idea to save Zhijin.

The blood on her face was washed by the rain and flowed to the ground, and mixed with the rain again. She ran and then fell, got up again, and continued to run.

Perhaps because of the rain, the woodshed was unguarded, but the door was locked.Taking advantage of the flash, she found a stone and threw it at the window.

Zhijin heard the voice in a daze, and found that it was coming from the window, she asked softly, "Who?"

The person who smashed the window didn't answer, and continued to smash it again. Zhijin struggled to get up and leaned on the window, only to see a thin black figure outside trying to smash the window.

"Master?" Zhijin asked uncertainly. In this world, only Master would take the risk to save her.

After a moment of meditation, he pulled open the wooden board that fixed the window, opened the window and looked into the dark room, "Qingshui? Are you okay? Master is here to save you."

"Master." Zhijin was happy at first, and then moved to tears. In the previous life, the master saved her regardless of his life, and in the next life, he was still the master.

Call her stupid or call her stupid.The person who died once fell to the same stumble on the same person.

Jingxin crawled in, jumped to the ground again, Zhijin helped her up, and sat on the withered grass on the ground.

The room was too dark, and all the fear in Zhijin's heart was revealed when she saw Master, and she threw herself into Jingxin's arms and began to cry.

"Good boy, don't cry, isn't Master here to save you?"

Jingxin reached out and groped to wipe the tears on Zhijin's face, her heartache was beyond words, and for a while she felt that she didn't regret doing this at all.

Zhijin felt the stickiness on her face, and suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood at the tip of her nose, and couldn't help worrying, "Master, are you injured?"

She shook her head quietly, "No."

"It smells like blood." She touched her face, and there was still mucus that had been brushed by meditation, reaching the tip of her nose. The strong fishy smell made her nauseous.

"Master!" she yelled.

"Don't call." Jing Xin hurriedly covered her mouth, tremblingly said: "This is Jing Hai's blood, I will kill her." The last sentence was unprecedentedly calm, and even a little gritted her teeth.

Zhijin was surprised for a while, and realized that something had happened, she stood up suddenly, pulling Jingxin to go out.Jing Xin was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly said: "Qing Shui, hurry up and go. Go to the capital to find your parents."

"No, Master, we have to get rid of the corpse first." Zhijin suddenly calmed down, watching Jing Xin in the dark, she knew that Master was not very courageous, she must have done this for herself.

"Let's go out first." Jing Xin gritted her teeth, the two moved some wooden blocks, piled them up to the window, and then jumped down again.

The heavy rain has covered the sky, and the rainy night has also covered many unknown things.

"Let's go, I'll deal with it." Jing Xin had already given up, and Zhijin must not be involved again.

Zhijin looked at this meditation firmly, "No, I want to be with Master."

"Be obedient." Jingxin's voice couldn't help but get a little louder, but fortunately, the lightning and thunder could not be heard far away.

The rainwater flowed down the top of her head into her eyes, and her eyeballs hurt. She didn't want to be obedient, she didn't want to leave Master and leave.She stubbornly shook off Master's hand and walked towards the small courtyard where Jinghai lived, letting Jingxin call her behind her.

Jing Hai's death was miserable, and Zhijin was only surprised for a moment when she saw it, but she quickly accepted the fact.She can accept her own rebirth, and can accept watching her senior sister die before her eyes, so she should accept the result of Jing Hai's death even more.

She didn't think Master did anything wrong, Jing Hai deserved to die, if Master didn't kill Jing Hai, she would not let this vicious woman go.

Originally, it was either she died or they died, it was just that the master brought this matter ahead of time.

Jingxin had already chased after her, she looked at Zhijin silently, tears streaming down her face, "Qingshui, hurry up."

Zhijin wiped her face silently, walked to the bed with her painful body, pulled the quilt away, and then pulled Jinghai's stiff body down. : "Master, I can't move, come and help me."

Jingxin was surprised by Zhijin's calmness, but when she thought about the grievances she suffered on weekdays and the humiliation by Jinghai during the day, maybe people will change.

She was stunned, sighed, stepped forward, turned her head away from Jinghai's death, and dragged her outside.

"How to deal with this?" Jingxin suddenly lost her mind. She thought that she would set fire to the nunnery after Zhijin left, but the heavy rain outside extinguished her idea.

Zhijin looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the dark yard, and said, "Go dig a hole under the tree first, and bury her. It will rain outside tomorrow morning, and the traces will probably be wiped away."

Think about it calmly, this is also good, when the rain stops tomorrow, she will pay out, and she can get more firewood to light the fire, and no one will know the secret by then.

The two glanced at each other, then found tools and braved the rain, went to the place under the tree against the wall and started digging.

(End of this chapter)