Republic of China

Chapter 234 Face

Our ancestors said that it is difficult to draw bones when painting people or tigers, because knowing people knows their faces but not their hearts.

The ancestors also said that the heart is separated from the belly, and it is difficult to discern the essence below the skin. Many times you think he is Qing Yunzhi, but in fact he is pretending to be a murderer.

Even if people are like this, let alone evil spirits.

The Painted Skin Ghost in Dancai Tower is the best example.

Didn't it look good before skin removal? Enchanting, right? Seductive, right?

The appearance after peeling off the skin will definitely challenge your ultimate perception of ugliness.

Zhao Sanyuan asked himself that he had seen a lot of ghosts. Aren't some of the weird ghosts in the underworld scary enough? But it really can't compare to the true form of Painted Skin Ghost.

Based on his temper, he would definitely kill this ghost immediately, but Old Liu's words made him wake up and not to act too hastily.

From the moment he entered Luanming Pavilion, strange things happened one after another. Every time he thought he was getting close to the truth, new problems always appeared and it was a mess.

Are the waters in big cities this deep?
  There is a powerful evil spirit hiding in every kiln.

I don’t know what kind of expression the big brother who once spent a lot of money to have fun in Dancai Tower will feel when he knows the truth.

Correct!
  Former big brother!

If the Painted Skin Ghost secretly absorbs the essence or even the soul of living people, then even if Luanming Pavilion keeps hiding it, the matter will already be a big deal. After all, the big brothers who can come to play are either rich or noble.

However, Luanming Pavilion has a prosperous family, making tens of thousands of dollars a day, and there is no negative news at all. If something really happened, the big brother who sells fried noodles outside should know more or less. He doesn't even know whether Xiao Fengxian likes garlic or not. Clearly.

This indicates two possibilities, either Painted Skin Ghost did not harm others, or it did harm but covered it up in some way.

Zhao Sanyuan prefers the former in his heart.

Although ghosts are evil, they are not omnipotent and can completely control everything.

"Damn, your painting skills are really superb. Isn't this the level of Ma Liang, the magic brush? Is the threshold for becoming a ghost so high now?"

Through the telescope, Old Liu could clearly see how lifelike the human skin was. Not only was the face photo more refined than before, but he also used his ugly and ferocious claws to rub the skin. He could even change the curves, waist and hips. The proportions are perfect.

The sigh is just superficial. Although he and Zhao Sanyuan have never met the Painted Skin Ghost, they both know that this ghost is very evil. The better the painter, the greater the ability. Obviously, the Painted Skin Ghost below is definitely not weak.

"What good idea do you have?" Zhao Sanyuan felt helpless and thought to himself, do you really want to comment? If the Painted Skin Ghost is not a good painter, how can it confuse the world?
  Lao Liu raised his head with a matter-of-fact expression, "I can't help it."

"Are you simply stopping me from doing it?"

"It's necessary, brother. Although I can't think of a way to deal with it, you, Brother Liu, know that you must not take action now, otherwise there will be almost no chance of leaving the imperial capital. You are much smarter than me, and you can definitely figure out the pros and cons."

It's not that Zhao Sanyuan didn't understand before, he just got carried away.

Now I can naturally think clearly about the key points.

Drawing skins?
  You say it's a ghost?
  Who can prove it?

Who can give it a try?

In the eyes of ordinary people, the only one in Dancai Tower is Liu Wa'er.

The most profitable Golden Phoenix in Luanming Pavilion was tortured to death. Just think about it and you will know the consequences.

What if there were witnesses who saw with their own eyes what the Painted Ghost looked like after being skinned?
  Again, the truth is not important, what matters is the truth you choose to believe.

In the eyes of the boss, if a ghost can make a lot of money, there is nothing wrong with it. If a person cannot make a lot of money, there is something wrong with you.

Furthermore, who can guarantee that the people in charge of Luanming Pavilion don’t know that Liu Wa’er is a painted ghost?

What if they collude with each other?

Don't think that there is a clear distinction between humans and ghosts. In these days, morality and conscience cannot be eaten, and poverty is fatal.

So it's not that the Painted Skin Ghost cannot be tortured to death. The prerequisite is to find out how many secrets there are behind it, and the Painted Skin Ghost must be tortured to death in the presence of others, so that no one will be able to blame him.

At this time, Lao Liu suddenly turned over and dodged, and buckled the tiles as fast as he could without even daring to breathe!
  Because the Painted Skin Ghost seemed to sense something strange, it suddenly turned its head and looked at the ceiling!
  Even if I have exorcised ghosts and killed them, the feeling of looking into the eyes of ghosts is still uncomfortable. It is the resistance and resistance from the bottom of my heart from the inside out.

Zhao Sanyuan on the side also held his breath and tried not to make any noise.

If you are afraid, you are definitely not afraid. If the painted-skinned ghost really comes up, then there will be no nonsense and go straight to the fight. But since you have decided to take advantage of it slowly, it is not easy to have a head-on conflict at this time.

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Zhao Sanyuan patted Lao Liu on the shoulder and made a gesture, indicating that he could not stay here for a long time and leave Dancai Building first. The latter nodded repeatedly and wanted to leave this ghost place quickly.

The contrast is too great.

As beautiful as Liu Wa'er's appearance was, Painted Skin Ghost's true body was as ugly as ever. After seeing his face, he felt bad and almost vomited out his overnight meal.

And Zhao Sanyuan thought that since the Painted Skin Ghost did not take Jiang Yang's life, he should still be safe tonight. After the boy left Dancai Building, he would decide whether to continue the secret investigation or go straight to the point and make the matter clear.

The other end of Luanming Pavilion.

After the girl in the purple cheongsam got her hair done, she felt refreshed and all her pores were soothed.

When you have the ability to easily decide the fate of others, even life and death, without paying much price, this feeling will be more addictive than opium.

For example, a man and a woman applauded for love. Afterwards, the woman called the police and said that the man was forcing her. As a result, the man was sentenced to several years in prison.

Is it because she has schizophrenia?

No.

No.

It's because she especially enjoys the pleasure of using the law and taking advantage of legal loopholes. She can use the same method to mess with anyone she doesn't like. If she doesn't want to be messed with, she has to use everything to please her.

The same goes for men. When a wife looks like she is old and yellow, then everything she does is wrong. She always looks for evil spirits day and night. The purpose is naturally to divorce his wife. After all, the man has nothing to lose by divorcing his wife, and there is no marriage these days. Property laws.

To put it bluntly, I don’t want to suffer any grievances in life, and I will fall out if I feel unhappy at all.

In the same way, the girl in purple cheongsam actually killed someone after being robbed, but she didn't feel any psychological burden at all. It was precisely because she enjoyed the pleasure of deciding the fate of others so much.

But not long ago, she was an ordinary kiln sister in Luanming Pavilion, a pure novice who didn't understand the heavenly stems and earthly branches.

Therefore, when power comes too easily, people will not think about the price of this power, but will only feel the benefits it brings.

The longer it is suppressed, the stronger the rebound will be.

dong dong dong-

After a symbolic knock on the door, the door was pushed open.

A boy looked at the girl in the purple cheongsam and said in a cold voice: "Oh, Miss Yuping is so calm. Are you taking a break so early?"

Yuping tried her best to keep her expression as calm as possible and quietly pushed the wooden box back with her heel, "What can I do for you?"

Although the victory-weary technique is very effective, it must be done secretly. Yu Ping knows very well that she has no power to restrain the chicken. Once the secret is discovered, she will definitely die without a burial place, so the matter must not be exposed.

"It's nothing. I just asked Sister Ling to come over and say something. The deadline is up in a few days. If you still only make three melons and two dates this month, don't you need to say more about the consequences? I originally wanted to remind you kindly. , but seeing how you don’t care, it’s obvious that I’m overly concerned.”

Yuping looked anxious, and then she remembered that there was still such a big hole that had not been filled.

Being sold to a black market was the last thing she wanted to see.

Not to mention stabbing villains there, every day with almost no rest, you have to serve the most despicable guests, one after another, until you die.

Although being a kiln sister is not a glorious thing in itself, and what you have to do every day is to laugh, sell meat, and welcome the guests, but in Luanming Pavilion, you can at least ensure that you are well fed and clothed, and the quality of life is much better than that of girls from ordinary families. Many, not to mention the black kiln.

"Don't! Don't! I just came back to rest because I felt a little unwell. I'll go out to pick up the guests right away. Can you please ask Sister Ling for a few more days of grace? Five days. No! Two days, two more days of grace. I will definitely be able to finish it! "

While begging, Yu Ping handed the money she had finally saved to the boy. Here, the old madam Sister Ling is heaven to the girls, and what she says is the law of heaven and cannot be questioned. And the young man who delivers the message is not something the girls can afford. Such a big Luanming Pavilion dares to take Sister Ling's words into account. The only one farting was Liu Wa'er, and it was not a human being.

"Grace?" The boy laughed sarcastically, "You want me to say something nice even if you pay [-] yuan? Just ask for it."

No matter how much the kneeling Yuping begged, the boy walked away, which was equivalent to deciding her fate.

If nothing else, she will be sold into a black kiln in a few days. She will be alive and dead. If she is lucky, she can carry it for a few months. If she is not lucky, she will be tortured to death in more than ten days. It is said that in the black kiln Some girls pick up hundreds a day.

"Two days. I just ask for two more days of grace."

"Why. Why do you all do this to me."

"Why am I so miserable?"

"Since you won't make it easy for me! Then don't let anyone think about it!"

Facts have proved that once people become crazy, ghosts are afraid of them, especially women. Too many incidents in history prove that women need to be cared for and loved. Don’t push women into panic, otherwise the consequences will be beyond imagination.

Yuping wiped away her tears. She could no longer recall where her tragedy began, nor could she recall what she had done wrong to end up where she was today.

Was it the day she was sold to a brothel by her drug-addicted husband?
  Was it the day when he was sold to the winner of the gambling table by his lazy gambling father?
  Maybe sooner.

Maybe I shouldn't have been born as a human being, and I shouldn't have come to this world.

But no matter what the reason is, those who force themselves must pay the price!

After Yuping closed the door, she took out a glass bottle from the corner under the bed. The contents inside were very strange.

In addition to holding a little wooden man with his head down and feet up, he was also soaked in viscous liquid, just at the top of the wooden man's thighs.

Outsiders couldn't tell, but Yuping knew what the liquid was.

The blood of men and the uterine blood of women.

She opened the bottle cap and struck a match. The flame reflected her face, which was cold and calm.

heartbroken.

It doesn't matter what happens in the future, anyway, she just wants to make the person who bullied her pay the price.

"I didn't take your life before because I wanted you to suffer so that you wouldn't be able to remember what's going on next. But every day when I'm in pain, I have to press on you step by step. So don't blame me for being cruel. You deserve this. , you deserve to die.”

The match burned a piece of talisman paper with a strange spell on it, and the ashes fell into the glass bottle bit by bit, mixing with the liquid.

at the same time.

In a secluded courtyard behind Luanming Pavilion, a wailing sound was shrill and full of pain.

This is the residence of Madam Ling, who has not been seen in public for many days.

Because she is sick.

One day, she suddenly felt severe pain in her abdomen. She immediately went to see a doctor. Strangely, the doctor diagnosed a happy pulse.

Happy pulse?

Sister Ling was so angry that the doctor almost strangled her to death.

I am nearly sixty years old, I haven’t had menstrual bleeding for a long time, and I haven’t touched a man for many years. Where did I get the happy pulse?

But no matter how many medical clinics she visited, including all the medical clinics she visited, the results were surprisingly consistent.

happy pulse.

Can't go wrong.

This result left Sister Ling completely confused.

I wondered if I was living in a dream.

However, her growing belly told her that this was not a dream.

You must know that pregnancy is allowed in the kiln, but not giving birth. If anyone gives birth, the child will be put into a basin and drowned, and the woman will be sold to a black kiln, because everyone who runs the kiln knows that once a woman's maternal nature is aroused, it will be difficult to control it.

As the madam in charge of the girls, Sister Ling must not take the lead in breaking the rules, so she tried many ways to have an abortion, but no matter what method she used, it was of no use, and her belly was getting bigger and bigger.

In desperation, she could only wait for the child to be born, and then secretly kill her, pretending that nothing had happened.

When will you give birth?

Maybe now.

Sister Ling, who was on the bed, had a strong premonition because the pain in her stomach suddenly became several times more severe. She grimaced in pain and gasped repeatedly to try to relieve it.

Just at this time, the clerk in charge arrived. He originally wanted to report on Zhao Sanyuan, but when he saw a few stable women busy working around, he knew that he had no chance to report on work now.

"Well, it's hard for her to have a baby at such an old age."

The waiter walked to the courtyard and took out a snuff bottle. Before he could take a puff, he saw two heads at the door of the courtyard. After seeing their appearance clearly, the waiter couldn't help but burst out laughing, thinking to himself that these gentlemen were really Don't stop, how did you find this place?

"Boss, Luanming Pavilion is so big, with countless colorful flowers. How did you find it here? Leave quickly. This is the important place of Luanming Pavilion. No one is allowed to enter, no matter how rich you are."

"Um, sister Ling lives here, right? We want to ask a question. If it's inconvenient, we'll come back tomorrow." Lao Kang walked over awkwardly but politely, followed by Lu Xiucai, who was even more embarrassed.

They originally wanted to look for clues after the autopsy, but the method was too much to find a needle in a haystack. Then they thought about it and decided to come to the madam to ask for information. She managed all the girls and should know about some entanglements and grudges.

The waiter sighed. He knew that these gentlemen were warm-hearted and not bad people, so he always spoke with a human face.

"Not even tomorrow. Sister Ling is ill and won't be seeing guests for a while. If you have anything to do with me -"

Before he finished speaking, several screams came from far and near in the room.

The waiter looked back in shock and saw that the women who had been prepared in advance ran out crying, rolling and crawling as if someone was urging them to die from behind.

"ghost!"

"Damn it-"

The sudden situation prevented the clerk from reacting for a moment, and he didn't even have time to stop the steady woman to ask about the situation.

When Lao Kang and Lu Xiucai heard that something evil was going on, they immediately took out the guy and ran inside.

The man hesitated to speak, but finally did not stop them and chose to follow them into the house.

The room was warm as spring, but all the candles were extinguished for no apparent reason.

Sister Ling lay motionless on the soft floor with her legs spread wide.

"What disease does she have? Why is she in this posture?" Lao Kang asked in a low voice.

The waiter swallowed his saliva, seeing that he couldn't hide the matter, so he told the general story.

The two brothers were stunned for a while.

Happy pulse?

So the rumors Ding Haohao said are true?

Sister Ling, who is almost sixty, is actually pregnant with a child?

No wonder it was in this position, it turned out to be delivering a baby.

Lao Kang stepped forward to check Sister Ling's breathing. At this moment, Po Wen was missing, so she probably had enough life stones. Scholars who were proficient in medical skills went to see the specific situation.

Just one look!
  Lu Xiucai felt like he was struck by lightning!
  He saw a grimace on Sister Ling's lower part!
  Joking faces!
  He was smiling evilly at Lu Xiucai!
  (End of this chapter)