Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum: The 70th bowl of soup (8)

The 70th bowl of soup (8)

The so-called "big ghost" inside, who is not her master?

It's just a lot different than usual. In normal days, the master wears a plain-colored monk's robe, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, which makes people look good, but the master in front of him is wearing a black robe. , because the hem of the robe is too big, so I can't see Master's legs and feet, but Qinghuan knows that ghosts don't have to walk by herself, she looked at Master curiously, she didn't feel so missed that she wanted to pounce on her and say hello, and she didn't feel so strange that she wanted to call someone .

She's just watching quietly.

Master's expression is not the same as before. It is obvious that he is dead, but how can a dead person become a different person from his life?

She blinked a few times, but she didn't know how many thoughts flashed in her mind. Finally, she quietly walked away, and said to the two golden scale guards: "You follow her, what did she do? I want to know too."

Wei Jinling's exploration activities in the study naturally ended in failure, because there was nothing in the study. Wei Changan was by her side when he was working at home. The study was just a decoration, and he would spend his free time there Read the book here, I really want to say what secrets are hidden in it... If Wei Jinling can find it, Qing Huan would also like to know.

In the end, Wei Jinling took out a few books and was embarrassed for a moment when he saw Qinghuan squatting at the door of the study and blinking his eyes at him: "...what's the matter?"

"Nothing." Qing Huan propped her chin up and looked at Wei Jinling up and down, confirming that she had never seen this person before, but what happened to Master, is there anything she didn't know about ? "What book are you reading?"

"It's just a book of words." Wei Jinling took it in one stroke. She used the guise of looking for books to see that she had swept the entire study, but she found nothing, so she had to take out a few books to fill it up and stay in command every day. With nothing to do in the government, she must keep herself from being bored to death. So when she answered Qinghuan, she was righteous and did not feel guilty at all. "If you want to read it, I can give you a few copies."

"No need." Qing Huan had no interest in the stories of those talented and beautiful women. The scholars in it were all sour, and none of them were as good as her Chang'an. Besides, she is not everyone's lady in the storybook. "See for yourself."

Wei Jinling thought the girl was strange, so he glanced at her and walked away. Qing Huan stood up behind her, and saw with sharp eyes that a string of familiar strings was wrapped around the slender wrists exposed between the swaying sleeves when she was holding the book. rosary. "Wait!"

"What's the matter?" Wei Jinling frowned, feeling that this strange girl was just as annoying as Wei Changan. If she dared to pester her like this again, or if she had any bad ideas, she would not be polite.

"Your beads are very special, can you show me?" Qing Huan asked with her face raised, her eyes were very clean, as if she just wanted to take a look.

"Oh, this." Wei Jinling rubbed his sleeves, rolled down the beads and handed them to Qing Huan, "Do you like it? Just give it to you if you like it." It's not worth much anyway.

Qing Huan was stunned for a moment: "Give it to me?"

"Yes." Wei Jinling is extremely generous, in fact, she didn't want this broken Buddha bead for a long time, and she doesn't believe in Buddhism, so wearing a Buddha bead doesn't look good at all, and the bead has been touched for many years, and it's not What a good thing, wearing it on her wrist, she really hates the price. Because it was given by someone else, she didn't know how to make it disappear, but now it's fine. It can be explained that Wei Changan's woman wanted it, and in order to maintain her image, she had to reluctantly cut her love.

She threw the Buddha beads in the past without any reluctance, and Qing Huan hurriedly caught it. Then Wei Jinling raised her eyebrows and swaggered to leave, but was stopped by Qing Huan. She was very puzzled: "What are you doing? What else do you want?"

Isn't Wei Changan so stingy, he doesn't even care about his own woman, doesn't buy rouge gouache, doesn't give away silk satin gold and silver jewelry, let her fall in love with the string of beads?

"This is for you." Qing Huan felt that she couldn't take Wei Jinling's things in vain, so she handed the other person a jade pendant tied around her waist.

My dear, this is a good thing. Wei Jinling's eyes lit up immediately. He couldn't believe that a string of broken Buddhist beads could be exchanged for such a treasure. She quickly took the jade pendant and put it in her arms, as fast as she was afraid that Qing Huan would go back on it.

Qing Huan took the beads and went back to the room. There was no dazzling sunlight, and a figure in a black robe gradually appeared in front of her. She was not afraid and just watched until the old nun questioned her: "Master told you What have you done? Avenge Master! Look at you, what have you done?!"

Qing Huan stared at the old nun, and felt that the person in front of her was both familiar and unfamiliar. She couldn't recognize her. It was obviously the face of the master and the voice of the master, but the miraculous thing was that it was like a completely different person.

Having lived in the Commander's Mansion for so long, Qing Huan has seen many ghosts. She will tell Wei Changan what she saw and heard, and then he will tell her what they were like in life. Some are the same before and after death, while others are the exact opposite.

A ghost cannot suppress the hypocritical side of its nature after death, which means that this is the real master now.

That gentle and loving master is a fake. In fact, since Qing Huan felt that she had become smarter, her thoughts of master have become weaker and weaker, not to mention the words that master always whispers in her ears.

However, in order to show her respect for the teacher, she still humbly asked for advice: "Master, what does this mean? How can I avenge you?"

"Wei Changan! Wei Changan killed Wei Shi! Wei Shi raised you since childhood, don't you want to avenge Wei Wei?!"

Qing Huan blinked and said naturally: "I don't want to."

The old nun almost spit out blood: "What did you say?!"

"Chang'an treats me very well, I don't want to kill him." Qing Huan smiled slightly, taking it for granted. "I am much happier with him than when I was in the nunnery."

When she was in the nunnery, she lived like a puppet, but now she is really alive, full of joys, sorrows and joys, she will not be bewitched by the master.

Qing Huan felt that her decision was not wrong. She looked at the old nun and said, "Master looks very different from when he was alive. There must be something I don't know about, right? And that Wei Jinling... Do you know her?" It's just a string of Buddhist beads, how could a woman like Wei Jinling who loves gold and silver treasures wear it honestly, someone must have given it, since Master can become such a big ghost after death, he must have done evil things Not many.

The lecher is already a sinner, and he still fears Master. It can be imagined that Master was not a good person when he was alive.

The old nun did not expect that the little disciple who had always listened to her words would be so rebellious, she was so angry that she couldn't understand how Wei Changan could change Qinghuan into this state in such a short time. Her face became distorted and ugly because of anger. Qing Huan only felt that the room was suddenly extremely cold, and it seemed that her lips were covered with a layer of frost, and then the master was about to rush over, but she was already prepared.

The old nun died in Wei Changan's hands before her death, and she feared him even more after her death, which is why she did not dare to take revenge. Although Wei Changan was not here now, Qing Huan's short knife was in his hand, and she still felt fear in her bones. Being a ghost is different from a human being. When a human dies, there is still a soul, but when a ghost dies, it is truly dead.

The coldness in the room gradually faded away, Qing Huan grabbed the Buddha beads that fell on the ground and put them together with the short knife. The old nun was still fierce, and she wilted in an instant.

Qing Huan did not know anything about Wei Changan's title of "Jade Face Yama" until now.

When Wei Changan returned to the mansion, she first jumped into his arms happily, the two were intimate for a while, Wei Changan carried her back to the room, and when she was walking on the road, she lay on his back and rubbed his ears , while telling him what happened today.

The commander of the terrifying Golden Scale Guard is as docile as a tamed beast in front of her, letting her rub his ears, the corners of his eyes and brows are gentle. When he heard that the old nun wanted Qing Huan to kill him, Wei Changan laughed: "If you and I didn't have a good time in the nunnery that day, and you fell asleep, then you just happened to catch up with me killing her. time."

At that time, Qing Huan was not as smart and clever as she is now. She had been raised in the nunnery for a long time. Although she was not stained with filth, she was also killed. Qing Huan was obedient to the old nun at that time. Will kill him to avenge the so-called master.

It just so happened that she took a bath that day and was seen by him. She couldn't bear to oversleep the two of them in the tub, and naturally she didn't know that the old nun was killed by him.

"It's all predestined." Qing Huan grinned while hooking her feet on his back, "Master, her old man is ultimately a loser."

The so-called man can't keep up with the sky, that's the truth.

"Humph." Wei Changan sneered and pinched the soft flesh on her buttocks, "She was not a good thing when she was alive."

Wei Changan kills people like hemp, but he has never killed a good person. Those who die at his hands are all beasts who should be cut into pieces. It's just that his reputation has spread far and wide. The world only knows his ruthless and ruthless manners, but no one has noticed how many unjust, false and wrongful cases have been lost during his tenure as a commander, and how many people have been wronged, and the capital can even be closed at night. degree.

There is a Buddha who regards killing as compassion.

Qing Huan put her arms around his neck: "I think so too, otherwise she wouldn't be so ugly after her death." She was covered in blood and stained, and her face was very different from the kindness and kindness she had before her death.

Ghosts are different from humans, and ghosts cannot wear human skin.