Thousand Face Demonic Concubine Chapter 3: Night Terror

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"Hey, I remember." Lou Qingwu chuckled lightly, just like a flash in the pan.

She leaned down, still in Qing Lingling's voice, "Since I remember, then you probably have not forgotten what you did. In the eleventh year of Yonghe, you fell in love with the proprietress of Jingzhong Jade Rouge Shop. , The lady boss refused, so you took the thugs to commit violence at night. After being discovered, you killed fifteen people in the rouge shop and burned them all clean."

"..."

"Li Ziqing, sixteen lives, I have been looking for you for three years." The person who stood in front of you alive the day before became a scorched corpse the next day. That kind of feeling, she thought, in this life She can't forget it. "Li Ziqing, have I told you that the real boss of Rouge Shop is me. And they are my people."

He killed them, how could he not report this grudge?

"Mmm..." Li Ziqing suddenly struggled desperately, staring at Lou Qingwu in panic.

Lou Qingwu's smile deepened, but he asked inexplicably: "Do you like painting?"

Li Ziqing was frightened and nodded intuitively.

Lou Qingwu's eyebrows are more gentle, "I like it too."

Since everyone likes it, it's a snap.

So, under Li Ziqing's suspicious eyes, she slowly turned around. When he came back again, he had a black wooden box in his hand, a gilt lock, and a dark texture, which was very delicate, but it was inexplicably cold and uneasy.

He moved backwards desperately, but didn't get any points.

"It's not good." Lou Qingwu bent down and approached his body, but in a moment, a touch of coldness slid towards Li Ziqing's face again.

Only this time, it's no longer a finger, but a delicate knife.

Lou Qingwu smiled perfectly and pressed the button aside. Li Ziqing was horrified to find that the rope on her wrist had begun to rise, and she was hanging up, neither high nor low, half a foot in the air. He was terribly scared and looked at the gentle and beautiful woman opposite.

Innocent is like a white lotus, but who can guarantee that her heart is not made of poppy?

Lou Qingwu looked up at his body, handsome face and good figure, sure enough... it's very suitable for painting.

Now, where do you start?

She tilted her head, very hesitant.

"If you hurt any skin, it won't look good."

She murmured, still with a soft and good voice, but Li Ziqing was frightened by her next movements and the three souls were gone.

What does she, she... want to do? !

"Then start from here." The hand was gently lifted, revealing the muscles and veins on the wrist that were exposed due to tension.

With a light stroke of the sharp blade, blood beads rolled out, pouring on the icy ground, blooming beautiful flowers.

Beautiful, it's really beautiful.

Lou Qingwu stepped back two steps, watching the blood dripping continuously, the excitement in his eyes became even more dazzling.

But the dust is not stained, and the night is scared.

Early the next morning, golden light fell on the tower in Linyang Town, and a huge painting was hung on it at some unknown time. Not long after, because of its majestic style, the lifelike strokes attracted many people to stand and watch.

"This is really a good painting."

"Isn't it? Look at the mountain, the water, the mountain...especially the son who holds the fan in the painting. The painting is really lifelike, but...it looks familiar."

"Hey, it looks like Master Li Jiatang."

"Are you right?"

"Of course not! Didn't you watch the lawsuit between the two sisters of the Li family and the Shen family yesterday? There was a lot of trouble, that sister died so miserably, there is still no one outside of Shen's house. Collect the corpse, one corpse and two lives, hey..."

"Speaking of this young master Li Jiatang, since he came to Linyang Town three years ago, there are so many good women who have been abandoned by him, and no one cares?"

"Control? How to control?! Don't you know, I heard that the third son of Li came from Beijing and was related to the prime minister of the dynasty. If you don't leave the scene yesterday, how can you be put in prison! Hey, this It’s not our concern, let’s look at the painting..."

"Yes! Look at the painting! Look at the painting! This painting is really like it. Look, the skin is so tender, the eyeballs and lips are so exquisite and realistic that the pen and ink is so exquisite and realistic, ah! Look, the hair Will it move?"

"Uh?... Will the hair move?"

The onlookers got closer.

"Ah--"

I don’t know who screamed first, and everyone trembled: "That...that's human skin, evil...it's human skin painting..."

"Dead...dead..."

The onlookers scattered all at once.

The panicked screams pierced the eardrums.

Lou Qingwu opened the curtain and looked at the panicked crowd with her chin innocently. His eyes shifted and fell on the painting that took up a large part of the gate of the gate. The smile at the corner of his mouth became softer. Nice painting.

Not in vain, she didn't sleep all night.

Look, everyone likes it very much.

"Master, it's windy, we should go back." The lame boy next to the carriage spoke at the right time. The boy was about fifteen or six years old. He wore a wide-brimmed hat and covered most of his face. The exposed half of his immature face was not fully opened, but he was born very well, with red lips and white teeth, but when he raised his eyes, the boy But there are a pair of black eyes that are not suitable for his age, as deep as ink, and the vicissitudes and loneliness are precipitated in the eyes. One more glance makes people unable to help but wonder about his past.

"Wing, what about things?" Lou Qingwu lazily supported her chin, with bright eyes, and when she looked at each other directly, she gave people a very gentle feeling, but people who know her can be gentle from this See the ghostly excitement in it. It's been a long time since I practiced hands, so I'm afraid of being unfamiliar.

The boy turned around and handed a delicate wooden box.

Lou Qingwu's slender, white fingers stuck out and swept over the wooden box. She looked at the skull totem blooming on the box's surface, with curving eyebrows, like a simple girl who got her beloved, easily satisfied.

She couldn't wait to open it, and a neat row of bones appeared under her eyes.

The bones were washed clean, almost translucent white, like a fine white jade. She looked eagerly, twisted a piece, played with it in her hand, reluctantly, the more she looked at it, the more joyful she became, and immediately grabbed a thin cicada-winged knife on the right side of the wooden box, flew with her fingers, and flew freely on the bones. .

She is more like a painting, bright and energetic. The girl's serious profile is gentle and calm, like a real sculptor, if what she holds...is not a human bone.

The young man glanced at the master who had completely forgotten him, and the old man sighed, closed the curtain, got on the carriage, raised the whip, the carriage moved slowly, and passed by another car that stopped here for unknown time. carriage. When passing by, the curtains of the two carriages were blown up by the wind, and the bone debris under Lou Qingwu's knife fell into another carriage like a flying butterfly, lying in the palm of one person.

The man's slender jade fingertips gently grind the bone debris, and the purple streamer in the pitch-black eyes flashes by, so fast that it can hardly be grasped.

Human bones?

"Master, it's time to set off, and the city gate will be closed again later."

"Let's stay for another day, then." The low, sweet voice was clear and light, short but with indisputable awe-inspiring.