Incense money from flower and bird shop

The chill hit in his sleep, Xiao Congshuo woke up with a start, his whole body was frozen, and his joints were trembling.

In the damp basement, there was no skylight, and it was impossible to distinguish between day and night, black and white.Xiao Congshuo sat up clutching his drowsy head, only to find that his ankles were tied with the chains that tied rural animals.The other end of the chain was welded to the wall, and the family seemed to have been prepared.

What is the family's plan?

Xiao Congshuo Ziyun has no money, no power, and no enemies, but his cousin's family tried every means to trick him into kidnapping him, which is really puzzling.

Opposite him, another girl was also chained, and she was sobbing with her knees in ragged clothes.The weeping trembled, stirring up small echoes in the quiet and dark basement, extremely desolate.

Xiao Congshuo could vaguely see that the girl had wounds all over her body, scratches engraved on the smooth skin, new wounds plus old wounds, mottled shockingly.She cried so sadly that her back was shaking uncontrollably, and her thick long hair turned into a shadow, covering her face.

"Don't be afraid, I'll call the police..." Xiao Congshuo hurriedly reached for the cell phone in his pocket, but found that it had long since disappeared, and his heart felt cold.

The girl suddenly raised her head, her eyes widened to the extreme, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of her torn eyes.There was a huge blood hole on her slender neck.Inside the blood hole, the quivering throats are clearly visible.

This is the female ghost who followed them into the village!

Xiao Congshuo's body was covered with white sweat, he took several steps back in shock, and asked sharply, "What are you going to do?"

But the female ghost still sat on the ground with her knees hugged and wept. She seemed unable to speak. She raised her pale, almost transparent finger, inserted it into the blood hole, dipped in the blood, and tremblingly wrote a word: "Injustice."

The blood-red word "Injustice" floated in the air, stern and strange, full of the girl's blood and tears during her lifetime.

The girl still retains the appearance of the last moment of her life—the body is covered with cuts and bruises, and some open wounds are rolled up, like a baby's lips.Xiao Congshuo just took one more look, feeling sore in his heart, full of unbearable and anger.

"I'll help you," he promised.

There was a sound of unlocking the door, and the ghost suddenly faded away, like mist blown away by a strong wind, disappearing without a trace.

The cousin walked in, her face mixed with joy and guilt, and she was very contradictory: "I'm sorry, but for my husband, I have to do this."

Her husband is Xiao Congshuo's cousin. He was weak and sick since childhood, took more medicine than food, and lived in the hospital longer than at home.

Xiao Congshuo asked warily, "What do you want to do?"

"My husband's body is at the end of his life. To live for him, I can only use your life to pay for it." When she was speaking, the cousin didn't even dare to look into Xiao Congshuo's eyes, probably because of her uneasy conscience, "We I checked your birth date, and I can borrow it."

"Be generous and lend us more longevity. When Ah Guang recovers in the future, he can take care of your grandma for you."

Xiao Congshuo sneered, looked at the stubborn woman who was almost insane, and asked, "Your husband's life is fate, and others are worthless?"

The woman didn't seem to hear what he was saying, and she muttered to herself: "And your friend, Ah Guang still needs a healthy body, let him lend us his body."

"Ming Yan—" Ming Yan was not in this basement, Xiao Congshuo hurriedly asked, "What did you do to him?"

"Don't worry, I'll take your knife first, and then I can break his soul." The cousin walked down the wooden stairs, holding a short knife tightly in his hand.

There was nothing unusual about this knife, but Xiao Congsuo could see that the blade was surrounded by a layer of blood-colored mist, as if it had been cursed.

"What nonsense are you talking about, let go of his blood painting talisman." The uncle's ferocious expression was more terrifying than that of a ghost, "Ah Guang is still waiting."

The cousin looked at Xiao Congshuo, showed a smile that was almost crazy, and said repeatedly like a bewilderment: "I'm sorry, but for my husband, I have to do this."

Xiao Congshuo looked at the two who had fallen into madness, and secretly thought that something was wrong, and I am afraid that he really has to confess here today.

The sharp blade wrapped in blood mist suddenly struck, bringing a gust of wind, and Xiao Congshuo kept dodging.The cousin stabbed him with a knife, but Xiao Congshuo suddenly bent down and grabbed the iron chain on his ankle.The uncle was caught off guard, staggered and got caught, and fell to the ground.

Xiao Congshuo raised his knees and kicked the man flying away. He used [-]% of his strength, and saw the man fell to the ground with a bang, and even the knife he held tightly in his hand flew away into the distance.

Uncle wiped his nose and found that blood was flowing, as if the nasal bone had been broken.The furious man flew up like a wolf, strangled Xiao Congshuo's neck with his hands, and wanted to send him to the underworld like crazy.

Xiao Congshuo was pressed on the cold and wet ground, struggling to breathe, but the breath he got was getting less and less.The survival instinct made him grope around the ground, and he still vaguely remembered that there were empty pesticide bottles on the messy ground.

It's a pity, just a little bit short, Xiao Congshuo's eyes went black in bursts, and the thin air couldn't support him struggling to reach the glass bottle close at hand.

Suddenly, the scarred girl reappeared, squatting on the ground silently.With a light push with her almost transparent fingertips, the glass bottle finally rolled towards Xiao Congshuo and landed in the palm of her hand.

The next moment, Xiao Congshuo picked up the bottle and gave his uncle a heavy blow. The shattered glass cracked and scratched Xiao Congshuo's face at the same time.The pain in his head caused the man to instinctively cover his wound and fall to the ground, cursing while screaming in pain.

Just in this gap, a ghost from the dark came, pointing to the key chain on his waist, counting them one by one with scarred fingers, and finally picked out one.The girl dipped the blood and tears hanging on her face, and wrote scrawled and messy words in the air——

"escape!"

The key suddenly appeared in his palm, cold and hard, with the breath of a wronged soul remaining.Xiao Congshuo quickly opened the chain and ran towards the exit.

Clutching the back of his bloody head, the cousin struggled to get up, trying to catch Xiao Congshuo, but fell down in dizziness, and could only grab his ankle desperately.The man's eyes were red, and he yelled at the frightened daughter-in-law: "Stop him!"

The panic-stricken woman picked up the sharp knife that fell on the ground and rushed straight over.Xiao Congshuo couldn't dodge in time, and was stabbed in the arm with a knife.

The blood-stained sharp blade was no longer dull, as if it had been polished by a knife stone, and the blood mist wrapped around the blade suddenly condensed into a line, drilling straight into the wound.

Under the skin and flesh of the wound, if there is a snake, it can be seen with the naked eye, and it is swimming towards the chest at a fast speed.In an instant, the pain reached the extreme, as if being drilled into the heart by a snake, constantly biting.

At the moment when the dirty stopped suddenly, Xiao Congshuo's eyes widened in horror, and he fell to the ground suddenly.

"He... is he dead?" The woman threw the blood-stained knife on the ground and leaned over tremblingly to check.

The uncle picked up the knife and said in a panic, "Before he dies, perform the ceremony quickly."

The blood-stained man raised a sharp knife high, looking like a ghost, and stabbed straight at Xiao Congshuo's heart: "As long as my son can live, I will dare to do anything."

At the moment when the calcium carbide flame flashed, the person who should have died grasped the blade with his backhand, and suddenly opened his arms——

These are a pair of eyes that do not belong to a living person. They are dark and empty, like a bottomless abyss, as if they want to suck the soul into it.

The uncle was frightened by this sudden change, but he refused to give up the ceremony. Even though the hand holding the knife handle was trembling, he vowed to insert the sharp knife into Xiao Congshuo's heart.

The blade cut through the flesh of the palm and rubbed against the metacarpal bone, making a teeth-stinging sound.Xiao Congshuo seemed to lose his sense of pain, and the hand that gripped the blade never loosened. Blood flowed down his arm, forming a puddle on the wet ground.

A smile slowly appeared on the thin lips, contemptuous, sarcasm, and dismissive, Xiao Congshuo licked the person holding the knife, and with a twist of his wrist, the blade shattered.

"My knife—" the uncle looked at the fallen pieces in disbelief, holding the useless handle of the knife in his hand, his voice trembling.

This is the method he found after searching all kinds of alchemy. He used his daughter's innocent soul sacrificial knife, and then used it to stab to death a person whose birth date could match his son's, so as to borrow decades of life.

"Look directly at me, and you will be punished with gouging out your eyes!"

As soon as the words fell, the shattered blade on the ground automatically swirled and flew up, piercing the man's left eye directly, turning it several times, and gouging out an entire eyeball.

Amidst the screams, Xiao Congshuo got up slowly, stepped on the bloody floor, and walked out the door step by step.And on his body, blood flowed down his fingertips, falling drop by drop on the way.

Outside the door, the light was dazzling, it was noon.The sun fell into Xiao Congshuo's abyss-like eyes, and in an instant, the cold expression collapsed.A sharp pain hit the palm, and Xiao Congshuo knelt on the ground before his eyes went dark.

His mind was in chaos, Xiao Congshuo covered his head and let out a low pain, and it took a long time before he could barely stand up while supporting the wall.

"Ming Yan..." Xiao Congshuo whispered to himself, "Where is Ming Yan..."

He locked the basement door from the outside, making sure that the two men inside could no longer threaten his life.In this self-built three-story building, there are too many rooms. Xiao Congshuo propped himself up against the wall and went upstairs, searching one by one.

Somewhere around the corner of the stairs, where the sun cannot shine, the dead girl reappeared, silently pointing to the attic.

On the attic, Ming Yan was lying on the ground in a sacrificial posture, surrounded by pine branches folded from the grave.The hemp rope tied to the limbs was full of human blood, and the stench emitted attracted mosquitoes and flies.

The whole family knew heresy, and knew that using human blood to soak the rope and casting a curse could imprison the soul.They wanted to take advantage of Xiao Congshuo's life to extend the life of his family, then kill Ming Yan, imprison his soul, and give up this healthy body.

It's a pity that they didn't know Ming Yan's background, so they made a wrong calculation.Ming Yan sneered secretly, because he had no soul at all.

He tried to light the fire and cut the rope, but found it was useless.The fire of Nirvana can only burn things that do not belong to the human world, so it cannot move the rope.

Ming Yan saw that directly in front of him was a bed with infusion bottles on it, and a comatose man lay on the bed.He looked there thinking, maybe it was because this man was about to die that his father and wife thought of taking advantage of Xiao Congshuo's longevity to extend his life.

This time, what they faced was not a ghost, but a living person who knew some magic.Compared with ghosts, living people are more difficult. They cannot be killed or punished, and they must follow the laws of mortals.

Ming Yan thought worriedly, but he didn't know what happened to Xiao Congshuo.

Suddenly there was the sound of stumbling footsteps outside the door, Ming Yan's eyes froze, he was suddenly alert, and looked at the door coldly.

A bloody smell became stronger as the man approached, Ming Yan saw that the blood was dripping down his fingertips, and every time he passed, there were spots of bright red.

"Xiao Congshuo, what's wrong with you?" Ming Yan looked at the man in a state of distress, and decided that he had recovered his life from the gate of hell.

Xiao Congshuo rummaged through the drawer, but he didn't even find a pair of scissors, so he could only untie the rope with his bare hands.The rough hemp rope slid across the wound on the palm, excruciatingly painful.Xiao Congshuo cursed in a low voice, but he didn't let go, insisting on untying the knot for Ming Yan.

Ming Yan was surprised to find that the rope, which he couldn't get rid of just now, was quickly disconnected as if it was aging.

"This is—" Ming Yan picked up the broken rope, and Xiao Congshuo's blood fell on it, wet and salty.

Can his blood dissolve the cursed rope?Ming Yan stared at the broken interface in astonishment, his eyebrows gradually frowned.

Because Xiao Congshuo was injured, he didn't take the time to notice these details, so he said to Ming Yan, "Let's go quickly."

"Wait." Ming Yan saw a ragged girl suddenly appear beside the empty bed just now.

She stretched out her bruised hand and pulled out the man's infusion needle on the hospital bed.After leaving the life-sustaining injection, the man immediately experienced convulsions, and his limbs trembled uncontrollably.

The sound of the rocking bed echoed in the attic, heralding the passing of a life in agony.

The people on the hospital bed couldn't see the girl who died in vain, but they could feel the sudden gloom. They looked at Ming Yan and Xiao Congshuo in horror, and squeezed out a few words: "Save...help..."

The girl finally stopped crying, tears of blood flowed from the corners of her cracked eyes, but a cheerful smile bloomed on the corners of her lips.

The girl's death was inseparable from the family, so Xiao Congshuo and Ming Yan did not stop her from revenge.What's more, even if the wronged soul does not come to claim his life, this man's lifespan will be exhausted.

The cycle of cause and effect has never been happy with retribution.

Ming Yan didn't care to think about it any further, and helped Xiao Congshuo go downstairs.Blood gushed out from the wound on Xiao Congshuo's arm, staining half of Ming Yan's shirt red.

Ming Yan looked at the dark red blood stained on his shoulders, his brows were furrowed even tighter, almost forming the word "Chuan".