Xiurong threw the bags on her shoulders to the ground, gold, silver and jewelry were spread all over the floor, and the moonlight was painted with a layer of cold and bright silver. This was what she hoped for most and had been held in her hands, but now, she didn't want them anymore. She threw them away, as if she had shaken off the bags that were pressed on her heart, then turned around lightly, ran towards Zhouzhai with deep foot and shallow foot.

Behind is the vast world of misty mists, which is the freedom that has been buried deep in her heart and rarely appears but has never forgotten for a moment. But only by turning back can she live.

Xiurong was panting, and the cold sweat all over her body fell down a layer of cold sweat, and then she wrapped it back onto another layer, even her eyes seemed to be covered by a layer of sweaty wetness, and she couldn't see the way forward. But this time, she did not fall, even though her legs were sore that she couldn't feel it. Even at the last moment, she staggered forward with her hands, holding her knees that were so sore that they were almost cracked, but she still didn't fall down.

Everything in front of me was slowly blurring, unable to distinguish the boundaries, the night and the trees merged together, and the mountains and the sky gathered together. Only Zhou's house still maintained its original shape, with doors and windows square, surrounded by high walls, standing firmly in front of them, and the door was still open to the outside. But this time, it no longer looked like a mouth that could swallow her, but the only last life-saving straw she could hold.

There was a rustling sound behind her. Without looking at it, Xiurong knew what it was. As she walked over, the thing was not far away and followed behind. She looked back several times and could meet those eyes that seemed to be there and not have any darkness, with a circle of white light shining outside her pupils.

Xiurong had an intuition that the ghost hand was staring at her. It had to witness her death. In this way, she could experience the pleasure of revenge.

She doesn't want it to succeed.

It was almost here, she was very close to the house, so close that she could hear the empty cry inside. Everyone in Zhou's house was probably absent-minded, and even crying without a single cry, and she couldn't hear any emotion in howling. Yes, when disaster strikes, who is not afraid of the famine falling on her head, how could she cry sincerely for the deceased?

"Help, Master...Butler Cao...Shuangbi...Young Master..."

Xiurong was only a few steps away from Zhou's house, but she couldn't get through these few steps. Her bones were all over her body, and she struggled to maintain the flesh on her side on the edge of being dispersed. Xiurong cried, and her voice came out, but turned into an inaudible moan. She pronounced everyone's name, hoping that they would suddenly have some telepathy with her that she had never seen before. She went out and took a look, even if it was a glance, maybe she would be saved.

However, no one appeared in the open door of the black penis, and the life-saving straw she had to wait for did not appear. It turned out that no matter when, she could not have any hope for this house that had been detained for her whole life.

When the last trace of strength was exhausted, Xiurong collapsed on the stone steps of Zhou's house, and the wind chimes at the eaves danced wildly. The sound of bells colliding summoned the last trace of consciousness that was about to pass. She tried hard to open her eyes, and although she could no longer see anything, she still supported her upper and lower eyelids to the maximum and turned her head to look behind her.

The green ball was still there. Although she couldn't see its outline clearly, she knew that it slowly climbed to her from behind. She seemed to have "gazed" her for a moment, then rubbed the steps and got into the house.

Sure enough, it was not ready to let anyone out of it.

Xiurong suddenly felt a little relieved, but then, this remaining pleasure was replaced by a deeper despair. She remembered the pigeons, who had never escaped from this house for the rest of their lives.

It turns out that we are all the same, just a group of pigeons that have been fed.

She struggled to climb down the stone steps, unwilling to have an inch of flesh and blood, and a trace of bones and blood were stained with the breath of the Zhou family. Finally, her whole body slid down from the stone steps, Xiurong lay on her back, looking up at the gray sky. In a trance, she seemed to see a pigeon flying from her head and flying high into the sky, freezing into eternity on her enlarged pupils.

***

Xiurong's body was discovered by Cao Yun. At that time, he was sweating all over his head. While ordering people to take out linen, candles and other items from the warehouse, he also had to deal with Zhao Zimai who was tangled by his side.

"The linen is placed in the cabinet, and the money for incense, candles and paper is not enough. I have to go to the town to buy some. By the way, when you go out, remember to buy a coffin for the second concubine. The coffin of the eldest concubine has been prepared long ago. The coffin of the second concubine must not be too expensive, just fir trees are fine... Also, the master in the temple also needs to invite it. In a few days, it will be the first seventh. If the family has a disaster, you must find someone to do the rituals..."

"This is under the jurisdiction of which province, prefecture, prefecture, and county?" Zhao Zimai had already repeated this question twice. When the third time, Cao Yun had to turn his head to look at him, with some sympathy in his eyes.

Bai Sheng had such a good-looking face, and he looked like a million people. Unfortunately, he was a fool. It was so hot that he was just like a puppy that he couldn't drive away. He tangled himself and asked such a stupid thing, so stupid that he didn't want to answer him.

"This is the imperial palace, the Forbidden City, and the Palace of Peace of Heart." Cao Yun gritted his teeth with one sentence.

"This is not the Yangxin Temple. I have been to the Yangxin Temple. Don't lie to me."

Zhao Zimai was unhappy, his mouth sagged, and a slight redness appeared at the corner of his eyes. Cao Yun was furious, but he couldn't see the big child being wronged, so he had to stop, grabbed Zhao Zimai's shoulder with both hands, looked straight into the eyes without any impurities, and said word by word, "This is Fujian Longhai, remember, Fujian Longhai."

Zhao Zimai said "Oh", turned his head and wanted to report to Mu Xiaowu the result of his investigation, but he was about to take a step, but he was stuck in the same place. After blinking a few times, he unconsciously said three words, "Zhaitang Village."

Cao Yun said "hey", "You still know Zhaitang Village. The village is only twenty or thirty miles away from here at the intersection of Zhangtai and Longhai."

Zhao Zimai's eyelashes moved slightly, turned his head to look at Cao Yun, "Zhangtai?"

"Zhangtai," Cao Yun followed in confusion, raised the corner of his mouth, and sneered, "What's wrong with Zhangtai?"

"nothing."

Zhao Zimai answered three words in his mind, but it seemed like someone had picked it up with a needle, which made his somewhat chaotic memory open: Zhaitang Village, Zhangtai, a very familiar place name, as if it was imprinted in his mind, but it was covered with a layer of film, and it could not be seen clearly.
Chapter completed!