Eaglewood Crumbs Chapter 41: The Past and the Past

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The Rebirth Curse is a spell that can communicate with the consciousness of the person being casted. And this kind of curse is really more harmful than good, and it has already been classified as a forbidden spell. If the immortal monarch of the nine-fold heaven uses it, it will go to the heavens. Yan Dan has never been so thankful that he is a demon.

Yan Dan didn’t think that these murders would have anything to do with Nan Zhao’s life experience, so he looked back at Liu Weiyang and said, "This is the beginning?" Liu Weiyang sat on the side of the chair, with one hand resting on the chair. On the armrest, nodded slightly.

Yan Dan put her hand on Nan Zhao's forehead, and a pale halo slowly spread. She closed her eyes, only to feel that the surrounding area was shaking, but the patter of rain became clearer and clearer. After a while, the sound of the rain grew louder, rushing across the sky, the rain and fog in front of me were misty, without stars and moon, and the sky was also gray.

Yan Dan felt a jolt, and the sound of the rain was mixed with the neigh of horses and the crisp sound of the coachman swinging his whip. A pair of gentle arms slowly hugged her, and the woman's delicate and soft voice echoed in her ears: "Zhao'er, bear with me, you can find the doctor soon..."

She looked back on these past events through Nan Zhao’s eyes.

Yan Dan said softly: "I saw... Nan Zhao and his mother were driving in the heavy rain. Nan Zhao seems to be ill. They need a doctor."

"What time is it? How was the sky that day?" Liu Weiyang straightened up slightly.

"It's raining, it's raining heavy, and the sky is gray, about midnight..." Yan Dan paused, "Someone caught up from behind and the carriage stopped."

The moment she felt the carriage stopped slowly, the woman who was talking softly in her ear suddenly released her arms and touched her cheek lightly with her hand. The woman’s fingers were very cold and she was still shaking slightly. So, Yan Dan thought that this was definitely not just because Nan Zhaozheng was sick and his face was hot. She opened her eyes wide to see the woman’s appearance, but her facial features were vague and not very real, as if buried in a cloud of fog, she could only see that she was wearing a lake-colored ice silk shirt. The cuffs and neckline are embroidered with delicate lace with gold thread.

The woman seemed to smile sadly, and lowered her voice: "Zhao'er, you must remember that the people who are chasing today are the murderers who killed your parents. You must see each of them clearly. Face."

Yan Danhan stood upright, only feeling that he responded in a low voice. All this happened to Nan Zhao, and she just temporarily occupied Nan Zhao's consciousness to see this incident, and she felt that there was an indescribable coldness.

"Zhao'er, you have to live well..." After the woman said this, she suddenly lifted the carriage curtain, her waist was light, and she got out of the carriage gracefully. The curtain was hung in a corner by a hook, and Yan Dan was lying on the mat, and he could still clearly see what was happening outside.

The woman suddenly turned around and ran into a long sword. The red blood was washed away by the rain before it had condensed. She held the long sword pierced into her heart and suddenly laughed sharply: " You will all have retribution! I curse you not to go into a coffin after death, to lose your soul, and to live forever! Your children will end up like I am today!"

She was so wet with blue silk, and the lake-colored ice jersey had long been stained with muddy water and blood. It was like a ghost crawling out of the unsung fire of the Yin Cao Jifu, with violent expressions and cold expressions.

Suddenly, she took a step back abruptly, and the long sword was pulled out of her body, and she shook her body twice, pausing to the ground. Yan Dan looked through the gap in the car curtain, and saw the woman struggling to look up. She kept looking into her eyes. The once delicate vermilion lips were gray as a withered flower, and she uttered two words silently with all her strength.

Get revenge.

Yan Dan finally saw the woman's face clearly. It was exactly the same as in the portrait. The eyebrows were like a crescent moon and her eyes were like water, but the expression on her face was indescribably horrible and distorted. She told Nan Zhao with her lips, revenge. The last word she said to her child in the world was revenge.

"It looks like this is their child..." A big rough hand stretched out, "There was a fever, and he looked dumbfounded, and he seemed sick and confused."

Yan Dan tried to identify who the person in front of him was. That person was still young, with calluses on his hands, thick shoulders, and a mole between his eyebrows...!

She said slowly: "There were three people who caught up with the carriage. One of them was Master Fayun. I saw the mole on his eyebrows. The second was Yilan's father. It’s not too much now... the last one, it’s not clear, the sky is too dark..."

Liu Weiyang has stood up from the chair, and his tone has become a little eager: "Look more carefully, is it..." Before he finished his voice, Yan Dan had already spoken first: "It's from the water Dad!"

Liu Weiyang was silent for a moment, and said lightly: "That's it, it's enough to know that there is such a thing."

Yan Dan received the curse, and his mind repeated the look of the dying woman with thick eyebrows. Suddenly Liu Weiyang came over and rolled Nan Zhao with the quilt on his shoulders, turning around to leave. : "Where are you taking him?"

"Send back to his room."

Nan Zhao has always lived with the Shui Nong family. She didn’t know that there was such a past, but now that she saw it with her own eyes, she felt that this was like sending sheep to the tiger’s mouth: "How can this work? The enemy lives under one roof!"

"I have lived here for so many years, and I have been in peace, and now there will be nothing." Liu Weiyang walked lightly, and in a blink of an eye he could not even see his back.

Yan Dan looked at Tang Zhou, then at Yu Mo, and couldn't help asking: "You don't think Nan Zhao is the murderer who killed three people in a row?"

Tang Zhou stood up and walked out without a word.

Yu Mo put aside the tea cup and slowly said, "Nan Zhao was also in Fuyun Temple on the night Fayun died violently. And the only weapons he could touch were the swords that hadn't been used for training. Now I have found the reason for the move, isn’t it?"

Yan Dan recalled it briefly, and then asked: "But how do you explain that ‘curse’?"

"Before that lady passed away, I didn't say anything. She cursed them that their souls will fly away after death. They will never live beyond their lives." Yu Mo stood up, and when he approached, he reached out and brushed her side face, lowering his voice, "Yan Dan, yes Many things are not what you want. Some things, too much investment, the greater the disappointment."

Yan Dan raised his head, his eyes were dark, deep and not bottomed, and he was vaguely familiar. She seemed to have seen such a pair of eyes a long time ago.

There are some things that they can't control on their own. Three-point destiny, seven-point personnel, the more you recognize, the more melancholy in the end.

Yan Dan understands this truth.

She has paid the most painful price to understand this truth.

It's just that the place and posture she has made this deep thinking about life are not quite right. She pushed aside the blade of grass in front of her, looked forward, and saw that there were heavy candles in the main room of Shui Ning's parents, and a long and thin shadow was reflected on the window pane with a strange shape. Liu Weiyang hurried out after dinner. She followed all the way, only to realize that he was coming for the Minami family. He is now guarding on the eaves of their house.

Yan Dan originally wanted to bring Yu Mo or Tang Zhou together, but both of them decided that doing this kind of squatting in someone's house overhearing the walls was too shameful. She said it was useless. As for face, sometimes it is good to value a little bit, but too much value will deprive a lot of fun. For example, Liu Weiyang must have found her behind early in the morning, but could not get rid of it, so he had to pretend not to see him and let her go.

Looking at the moon in the west climbing up to the top of her head little by little, she squatted sore that her feet were sore, she was about to move, only to hear a rustling sound behind her, from far and near, a faint figure came six or seven steps from her Place passing by.

Still coming!

Yan Dan was trembling, holding his breath, and saw the thin figure from the past, wiping the grass with a light lake-colored icy shirt, and in a blink of an eye he went outside the main room.

Yan Dan was dumbfounded. She clearly remembered that this shirt was exactly the same as the one that Nan Zhaoniang wore before her death. Even the gold thread embroidered on the corners of her sleeves was not bad.

She couldn't help but froze for too long, and saw the figure open the door and stepped in. Almost at the same time, Liu Weiyang also jumped off the roof and broke in. Yan Dan couldn't help but asked, is Palace Master Liu stupid? He can save the time from jumping off the roof until he pushes the door and directly breaks the roof and falls from the sky. What a beautiful and eye-catching sight. Because of this idea, she was completely negligent. If she fell from the sky like this, it would be equivalent to telling the other party plainly that someone had been spying on the roof for a long time.

It should not be too late. Yan Dan stood up and rushed to the door of the main room. He saw Shuixian’s father sitting on the ground holding his chest. Although there was blood leaking out between his fingers, not much, not before. That kind of blood spurting horribly appeared. He lowered his head, his face was ashamed, and he looked at the painting in front of him idiotically. The woman in the light lake-colored icy silk shirt was smiling, and she seemed to jump out of the paper at any time.

And the opposite window opened, Liu Weiyang and the mysterious person before were gone.

Yan Dan frowned, walked to the elder, and asked, "Where is the man?"

The other party seemed to have not heard it, still staring at the painting, and muttered in a low voice: "They are still back... They really brought the curse..."

Yan Dan thought of the broken limbs and bodies he had seen in this room before, and became angry, pulling at his collar to pull the person up: "When you forced people to desperate, the family was ruined. I should have thought of today."

Shui Ning's father shuddered, clutching the painting desperately, and repeatedly said: "We Luo Yue people, how can we look at mortals? Yu Ling must have been deceived. She was blinded by her mind..."

The blood on his hand bleeds onto the painting, and slowly faints on the yellow rice paper. The person in the painting is still smiling, but with an indescribable weird air. Yan Dan picked up the painting and looked at it carefully at the candle. He was obviously such a delicate and beautiful person, but his brows were evil.

She remembered that Tang Zhou had said that this painting was a bit evil. And she didn't care about it at all.

Suddenly hearing a click on the window pane, Yan Dan looked up and saw Liu Weiyang holding a jade flute in his hand, jumping into the house from the window. He looked tired for the first time, and said in a low voice: "Let the man run away." He raised his hand slightly, and there was a thin blood stain from his wrist to his fingertips, and the sleeves were also faintly stained with blood.

Yan Dan was extremely surprised: "Are you hurt?"

She knew Liu Weiyang's abilities. Not only was she unable to chase people this time, she hurt her wrist instead, which shows how the opponent is doing.

He tore a piece from his sleeve and wrapped it loosely around the wound: "I was careless. I thought it would be easy to stop, but it was half a point when I blocked the sword." He finished. He sat down on the round stool by the table, supported Yi with his uninjured hand, and said softly: "Yan Dan, you can get a basin of water to make this person awake."

Yan Dan replied, and picked up the copper basin on the shelf in the corner of the house, and scooped a basin in the water tank outside. She has known Liu Weiyang until now, and she has never seen why he was moved. Only just now, the fatigue and sadness on his face, under the beating of candlelight, seemed to be hazy and illusory under the beating of candlelight.

Yan Dan walked into the main room with a water basin, and splashed it on Shui Niao's father.

The elder was irritated by the cold water, and his mind gradually recovered in his eyes.

After a moment, Liu Weiyang said in a deep voice, "What are you going to do with the corpse of Angri?"

The other party heard that his tone was not good, and said cautiously: "According to our Luoyue rules, it should be burned and buried."

Liu Weiyang stood up, walked past him, and faintly dropped a sentence: "Then deal with it tonight."

Yan Dan originally had something to ask him, but Liu Weiyang just walked over like this and hurriedly put down the copper basin and chased after him: "Have you seen the murderer clearly? Who is that person? Is it really Nan Zhao?" In fact, she wanted to say that Nan Zhao's work was terribly poor, and his voice was not at all like that of the murderer. What's more, he got up and gave birth on the night his mother died. A serious illness, you may not remember what happened at that time.

Liu Weiyang kept walking and said lightly: "Clean up and get ready to leave here. As for the result, you will know later."

Yan Dan felt aggrieved and said angrily: "Then what time do you mean by'waiting'?"

Liu Weiyang didn't say a word again.

She squeezed her fist and couldn't help but gritted her teeth: "I really want to smoke you..."