[Comprehensive] The Giant of the Red Chamber

"Xiao Rong'er, are we going to proceed with the next mission now?" 738 carefully broke the silence of the room, always feeling that the host is a little different after this mission is over, but what exactly is different, 738 can't tell This is why, but the instinct of a small animal tells it that it is indeed a little different.

738 did not guess wrong, Jiang Yingrong was in a different time and space in the past time travels, this world ends and the next world is a brand new chapter, there is no such thing as encountering people from the previous world.But the world of Pure Red Mansions is different. Even if the next world is a brand new identity, it will be more or less re-involved with the people who were closely entangled in the previous world.

Although the person is no longer that person, but after seeing it, he will be easily affected by the entanglement of the past. For Jiang Yingrong, a firm-minded person who is not easily affected by foreign objects, if one is not careful, it may cause unimaginable consequences.This is why I mentioned before that it is difficult to eliminate the grievances in the world of Red Mansions. The identities and roles of the previous life and the next life may be completely opposite, and the two methods of dream realization may also be completely opposite.The wish-maker who helped him fulfill his wish in the previous life is very likely to become the target of revenge for the wish-maker in the next life.

Three or four times is okay, but if the number is too high, there is no guarantee. It is very likely that there will be confusion between the previous life and the next life, and you will get lost in it over time, and even cause serious accidents such as the collapse of the spiritual world.After all, people are emotional animals. Even if someone can strictly separate the emotional world from the task of realizing dreams, people are not machines, so how can they always accurately distinguish them, and the potential risks involved are immeasurable.This is where the difficulty lies.

Jiang Yingrong has already considered this point now, and she doesn't know whether it is because she has traveled through too many worlds, her heart is too lonely and longs for warmth and companionship, or what, Jiang Yingrong clearly feels that she has been with Lin Ruhai day and night in the last world, and she is no longer Like the previous task, you can immediately take back your feelings when the mission is over.Things that used to be proud of as a magic weapon for victory seem to be gradually collapsing.

Will there be an intersection with Lin Ruhai in the next mission?What kind of mood should she face that familiar face, but with a person with a different heart?

Jiang Yingrong's momentary trance had already been put away after 738 reminded her. If there is such a day, 738 may really have to help temporarily take back her feelings.Jiang Yingrong didn't want to go to this point, because there is no difference between a robot and a robot without feelings.So when she found this sign, she reminded herself to pay attention to her state of mind in time, and try to avoid emotional entanglements with people in the future.

"Let's get started." Jiang Yingrong put her mind away and concentrated on dealing with the next wish-maker.

Soon, a female ghost in red clothes with disheveled hair appeared in the room.

"Xiao Rong'er, I'll go, this female ghost is so scary." 738 was so frightened that he covered his eyes with his hands, but he couldn't help but leave a gap to peek, and then closed his eyes again in fright. One, it's so miserable. Although the book is full of tragedies, none of them are described as such. This is simply inhumane!

How miserable is it?A red dress can only be seen to be a red dress, but in fact it is just a pile of rags hanging on the body, revealing a large area of ​​skin, it is simply not covered by clothes.No, it can no longer be called skin, the exposed skin/meat is bruised and purple, and there are marks of knife cuts, whip marks, skin/meat rolled up, blood flowing, shocking, I don’t know if it is red clothes, or The red clothes stained by blood probably don't have a piece of intact skin/flesh all over the body.

That's not to mention, some of the wounds have festered and pus, and the swelling is abnormal; some have scabs, and there are still many scars.Thinking about it, this kind of inhuman torture definitely didn't last for a day or two, and I don't know how many days I endured with old wounds and new wounds.Then there was a small face that was pale and pale, also covered with bruises, the eyes were closed tightly, and there was a bloodstain in each corner of the eyes, presumably both eyes had been gouged out.There is also a bloodstain at the corner of the mouth, and it is not known whether it is the blood vomited from the damaged internal organs.

With a blank face, the woman opened her lips and squirmed for a long time but didn't say a word, maybe she didn't know where to start.

"Look what's going on with this girl?" Jiang Yingrong saw that something was wrong, the girl clearly wanted to express something, but she couldn't speak.

738 endured the fear to investigate, and then said angrily: "Her tongue has been broken, probably because of the severe abuse/abuse she suffered during her lifetime, and her soul was affected so she couldn't speak."

It turned out to be like this: "If you want to say something, you can just say it in your heart, and I can hear it." Jiang Yingrong ordered 738 to call out the woman's heartfelt voice.

After a long time, a trembling voice sounded: "Are you someone who can help me?" This voice was full of uncertainty, and also contained a hint of imperceptible prayer.She begged for so long, but no one rescued her from the fire and water, but after her death, there was a voice guiding her to come here to seek relief.Originally, death was her greatest relief, and she could finally escape from the claws of those beasts, and no longer had to endure abuse and bullying day and night like a puppet.

Unexpectedly, someone said that she could help her realize her long-cherished wish. She couldn't help but feel a little hope in her heart. Those bad guys who did evil should be punished, and they would die a bad death. Women like her fall into the magic den and cannot escape until death.

"Yes, you can tell me what you wish, girl." Jiang Yingrong's voice was soft and gentle, as if she was afraid of disturbing her.The girl in front of her looked like she was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and at the age of a flower, Jiang Yingrong felt a little pain in her heart because she was tortured so badly, probably it happened after the end of the world of the Red Chamber.

"Wish?" The woman muttered to herself, probably because she didn't know what to say for a while, so she started to introduce her life experience.

"My surname is Jia, and my name is Xichun. I was originally the daughter of Jia Jing in Ningguo Mansion, and the sister of Jia Zhen, the head of the clan. Although I had no parental upbringing and no love from my brothers and sisters since I was a child, I was fostered in front of the old lady of Rongguo Mansion. I can wear it for snacks. There is no shortage of maids, maids and wives, sisters and sisters play together, and in the eyes of outsiders, they are taller than wealthy families, so naturally they can be regarded as a pampered noble lady." When talking about these things, the woman, no, should be called Xichun. , Xichun's dull expression has rarely changed, and there is an imperceptible nostalgia and nostalgia in it.

"Who would have expected that the building would collapse in an instant, and the whole family would die or be separated, and none of the sisters would have a happy ending. Naively, I thought that the world was full of filth and mud, and only Buddhism was the only remaining pure land , I can end my remaining life cleanly and innocently, so I can get what I want." At this time, Xichun's face has gradually distorted, and the corners of her mouth have also begun to appear ferocious.

"I stepped into the Buddhist gate with the joy of being with the ancient Buddha with green lights and wooden fish with scriptures. I still remember the first few days when I smelled the sandalwood in the room, read the yellowed scriptures, listened to the morning bell and evening drum, and Accompanied by the sound of bangbang wooden fish, I feel that the years are quiet and good, and life is complete. Others say that the land of Buddhism is too poor, and there is no fun to find. What about the empty door? But for me, that is the last piece of paradise, the place I yearn for, and deep in it, I feel that I have fallen into the arms of my mother, safe and happy. Even if I die immediately, I have no regrets." When talking about the life she once yearned for, Xichun's ferocious expression eased somewhat.

"But, it turned out that I was wrong. I was very wrong. I was originally a monk in Quicui Temple, which was included in the official register, but I was assigned to Shuiyue Temple in a few days. I only said that I was the daughter of a criminal minister. It is not good. The practice in official temples had to be arranged in the family nunnery. So I was sent to Shuiyue nunnery with a small burden. I thought simply, as long as it is a place of Buddhism, no matter which temple you are in, you can practice. Who knows that kind eyebrows and kind eyes Underneath his face is a malicious intention, more venomous than snakes and scorpions, on the surface it is a pure place of Buddhism, but secretly it hides filth and unsightly, doing the things of male robbers and female whores." With infinite resentment, Xichun seemed to drink those things Sticky black air began to rise from the villain's flesh and blood.

Speaking of this, Jiang Yingrong guessed what happened next. On the surface, it is an important place for Buddhism, but in fact it is a place for prostitutes.Throughout the ages, there have always been many people who like those ladies from noble families who are lonely. These ladies have been pampered and raised since they were young, and they can be compared with extraordinary women.These people may be people who have made a fortune halfway through, or people with relatively low status but some spare money. They all have perverted desires in their hearts. If they can't get in touch with the lady of your family on weekdays, they must not start from these places.I didn't expect the Buddhist land to be clean, but now it seems that what I did is even more abhorrent and outrageous.

"The daughter of a criminal official can't become a monk in the official temple. It's all excuses and excuses. It's just to let me serve those beasts. Poor me, I believe them so easily, and fell asleep after eating the drugged food the night I entered Shuiyue Temple When I woke up the next day, I felt the burning pain, and the voice of calling for water was so hoarse, the memory came back and I remembered that after the medicine dissipated that night, when I woke up, there was a disgusting body constantly moving on my body I barely raised my weak arms to resist and struggle, but it attracted even more brutal violence from the other party. I desperately shouted for help, but the door that opened and closed never welcomed the person who redeemed me, but one after another. The face and ugly body. I stared at the door with wide eyes, from resistance at the beginning to numbness in the back, and finally fell asleep at some point."

"I originally wanted to die, but they actually sent people to guard me all the time, and they didn't even let me go to Gong's room. The porcelain and all sharp objects in the room were put away, and they didn't give me a chance at all. On the second day, the old nun of Shuiyue Temple persuaded me to submit with a kind face, and promised that my future life would be no different from that in the mansion, as long as I served the guests well. They sent people to beat me severely, and gave me only one bowl of water every day, and sent people to pour me down if I didn’t drink it. I couldn’t bear it and wanted to kill myself by biting my tongue, but they found out and forced me to drink medicine to save me. My injury was still not healed, so I was tied up and sent to that room again, probably because I refused to submit to the death, and the old nun lost his patience. After that, there were those people with perverted habits, who beat and kicked lightly, I was also dripped with wax, cut with a blade, beaten with a whip, and sometimes even four or five people tortured me together. They said they liked hearing my screams the most, and the more miserable the screams, the more comfortable they would be."

Following these narrations, blood and tears flowed from the corners of Xichun's eyes, and the black air around her body became more and more solid.