sinovels Chapter 7 He Was Born to Lie
Chapter 7 He Was Born to Lie
The funeral was held in a simple but complete manner, ending with chanting sutras to save the souls of the dead.Even the unconscious Young Master Jing was changed into mourning clothes and pushed out in a wheelchair. It seems that the funeral in the Jing Mansion was done very sincerely.
But it might just be a guilty conscience, after all, Young Master Jing usually beats and scolds his servants.
As the saying goes, people's hearts are always hidden from the belly, but people who have been poisoned by scorpions can confess their desires frankly. I am glad that I am not a real person.
The ceremony was held as usual, and when the spine was about to be taken out and destroyed, because the scorched flesh was sticking together, Miss Jing went to the well in the backyard to get water.
Mrs. Jing looked at the white bones, felt a little apprehensive, and murmured: "I don't know how the scorpion poison was infected, we have been with the corpse for several hours, no way..."
Someone in the crowd whispered, "Didn't you find out? These corpses are servants who went hunting with the young master on the mountain the day before yesterday."
"I remember that Jing Nian also went, why is he all right?"
"He wouldn't be..."
Qin Yuyu's face changed, and he walked up to them and asked, "Is this true?"
Several servants nodded their heads, Qin Yuyu's eyes sank, walked in front of Jing Nian, first slightly cupped his hands, and then said: "I have offended, this matter concerns our entire sect, please cooperate."
Jing Nian raised his eyebrows, but did not refuse.
Immediately, he grabbed the hilt of the sword on his back with his backhand.
I followed their logic and grabbed Qin Shouyu's sleeve, "But he was in the firewood room all night yesterday, so he didn't have a chance to poison him."
"What if the poison was applied the day before yesterday, or even earlier?" Qin Yuyu tried to keep his tone calm, "Little fellow daoist, I didn't mean to hurt him, I just went to confirm. Because the poison of the bone-tailed scorpion is not contagious, in case One is that evil spirits are causing trouble, and neither you nor I can bear the consequences."
"It's okay, you know wine, let Qin Xianzhang verify whether I am a demon or not." The first time my new name was called, it was from the corner of Jing Nian's smiling mouth.He reached out and forcibly pulled me in front of him, carelessly circling my hair with his fingers.
Like the owner trying to calm a restless pet.
I was about to protest, but he had restrained his smile, pushed me away, and said to Qin Yuyu expressionlessly: "I know that I can't bear the consequences, but I still have to come to verify, Daoist Qin is really—awe-inspiring."
At that moment, I had an illusion, as if he had torn off his mask and exposed the undercurrent to the sun.
Qin Yu's breathing became heavier.
Uncle Xue sensed something was wrong, and shouted sharply: "Qin Shuyu! Calm down!"
Qin Yuyu didn't answer, he hesitated for a moment at Master Xue's words, but the emotion in his eyes still emerged, it was hatred.
Sword unsheathed.
When the sharp blade was about to fall on Jing Nian, Miss Jing's exclamation came from the backyard.
Qin Yuyu's eyes were clear, he put away his sword and hurried to the backyard.
The bucket was knocked to the ground, and next to it was a lonely embroidered shoe. The well water in winter boiled like boiling. Looking down, it was Miss Jing's distorted face due to drowning.
Something was dragging her underwater.
Qin Yuyu drew out his sword without hesitation this time and stabbed at the bottom of the well.
His sword is used to save people after all.
The things under the water loosened their grip, and Miss Jing was able to surface. While choking on the water, she said, "Help, help me..."
"Underwater, there are many scorpions..."
I dragged her out of the well, frowned and looked at the mouth of the well, it looked at me like a dark pupil.
Since the scorpion is in the well... Could the poisoning be caused by the water source?If this is the case, apart from me, Qin Shuyu from Bigu, and Uncle Xue who just came this morning, most of the Jing family have been recruited.
The other two had already gone down the well decisively, and I was about to follow, but Jing Nian stopped me.
"Are you stupid? If you go down too, who will destroy the spines of those poisonous corpses."
Ordinary incineration won't work.
Mrs. Jing also grabbed my hand, "Yes, Immortal Chief, you can save us."
I had no choice but to go back to the mourning hall and wait for Qin Shuyu and Master Xue to come back.
Looking at the charred corpses piled up like a hill in front of me, I felt worried.
I didn't know that it would take thousands of degrees of high temperature to melt the spine. I touched the purse on my waist, looked back at dozens of pairs of expectant eyes, and let out a long sigh.
The high temperature requires power consumption, and my Lingshi will not be able to keep it after all.
Just as he was about to start, there was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground behind him.
I turned around and saw that Jing Nian kicked Young Master Jing out of the wheelchair and collapsed on the ground like a piece of dead meat.
"You dog slave, what are you going to do?" Mrs. Jing screamed, but Jing Nian ignored her, turned around and left.
"Come on, take him down for me! It's against the sky!"
However, before they could make a move, Jing Nian came back again with the hatchet he used for daily work. No one dared to approach the servants because of his fierce appearance. They just surrounded him, Mr. Jing He said tremblingly, "Bastard! Have you forgotten who took you in and gave you a bite of food?"
Jing Nian didn't stop, "Of course I remember, please wait a moment, master, I will present you with a gift of thanks."
As he spoke, he pushed aside the crowd, walked straight to the dazed Miss Jing, grabbed her by the hair and put her on the floor.Then he raised the hatchet, once, twice, like cutting a sheep and scorpion, chopped her spine into several sections, blood splashed all over the ground, and her snow-white spine was not even stained with red.
My program couldn't tell me what to do at this time, but seeing the reactions of the people around me, I went to grab his knife.
He opened my hand with the back of the knife, and said softly, "Quiet, we haven't reached the main event yet."
After finishing speaking, he took the blood-dripping hatchet and walked towards the mother and son of the Jing family. Master Jing didn't dare to stop him. , You must pay with blood.”
Jing Nian just smiled and raised the knife again.
I couldn't help closing my eyes, unwilling to look at the dazzling red.
But the tip of the knife just fell gently, provoking Young Master Jing's face, but unexpectedly, the face peeled off immediately.
Under the face is another servant's face.
It was actually stolen by someone.
"How did this happen? Where is Zixuan? Where is my son Xuan?" The old woman was incoherent.
Jing Nian pointed to the pile of corpses in the center of the mourning hall, "Where is the young master, madam also has a bad memory, didn't we ask us to wrap him in a straw mat and send him to the suburbs, where he can be buried in a mass grave?"
After all, Mrs. Jing was insane. She cried and laughed, and went to dig through the pile of corpses, but how could one tell the difference when the corpses were burnt like that?
My brain also seemed to go blank, and I asked, "How did Young Master Jing die?"
Jing Nian walked back to Miss Jing's body and lifted up her plain mourning dress.
Underneath was a bright red wedding dress, redder than blood.
The same is true for "Master Jing", with mourning clothes on the outside and happy clothes on the inside.
My shut down brain is finally working again.
Qin Yuyu said last night that a person with scorpion poison in his body will die if his wish is fulfilled.
Did Miss Jing murder her lover?
not necessarily.
Her grief last night was so strong, and her spine is so white today, although it has been torn apart, it can be confirmed that it is clearly a bone tail scorpion with complete beard and tail.
It is completely different from the small bone-tailed scorpion I have seen before. It is intelligent and will even pretend to be drowning to distract Qin Shuyu and Master Xue away.
Even this funeral was to gain Master Xue's sympathy and force him to destroy the scorched corpse's spine as soon as possible.
In that case, there will be no proof.
It will always live in Miss Jing's body, listening to one desire after another, burning one body after another.
I was a little scared, but at the same time I didn't understand, "How did you know that Miss Jing was possessed by a scorpion?"
"Because I lied about Mr. Jing's last words last night, but I actually didn't hear what he said clearly."
He continued: "Then something happened in the mansion this morning, but Miss Jing came last, as if she was changing clothes, I knew she was hooked."
I was stunned, that is to say, the parting scene last night was just the prelude to a scene led by Jing Nian.
He was indifferent, even though he knew that a big show was about to be staged, he was still playing the role of a domestic servant who cut wood every day the evening before.
I suddenly felt that Jing Nian was more like a bionic person than me.
A bionic human born with a knack for crafting lies.
In contrast, language other than lies became pale and powerless, and I said dully: "It is always wrong to lie."
Jing Nian asked me calmly: "Then do you have other ways to find out where the scorpion is possessed?"
"We can tell the Immortal Elder them, maybe just..."
Maybe it wouldn't have ended in such a blood-splattered ending.
Although dead bodies are a daily routine for me, I rarely have the opportunity to see so much blood, only charred dust, which makes people ignore that they were once alive.
"You have also seen that I am just a slave, and no one will believe me."
I finally stopped talking.
He was also silent, put down the hatchet for a while, wiped the blood on his face, and pressed Young Master Jing's face back, then straightened the two corpses in wedding clothes, wiped off the blood on their faces, and straightened their clothes.The candlelight was stained with blood, and it really looked like a happy day.He slowly read to Master Jing, Mrs. Jing, who had fainted from fright, and all the servants:
"One Worship"
Years old Mu Tianhan, ruined walls.
"Second respect to parents"
All alone, the lonely calf touches the breast.
There was no third prayer, and Jing Nian also knelt down in the end, no longer looking at anyone, just facing the red mourning hall, and kowtowed deeply, as if ending the last thank you gift before leaving, and also as if for himself atone for your sins.
But the mourning hall is empty, and the gods and Buddhas are all in his fantasy, so what is the redemption?