Suppressing her doubts, Zhang Zheng went around the mansion but couldn't find a dog hole that she could crawl through, which made her quite disappointed.
He had no choice but to find a wall that seemed to be slightly lower. Using the body's slightly stiff hands and feet, he climbed up with difficulty, jumped up, and slipped into Ning Mansion.
Following the guidance of the contract and avoiding the occasional patrol of servants, Zhang Zheng stopped outside a remote courtyard.
The thin smell of blood came from the yard and lingered. This smell was very similar to what Zhang Zheng smelled on the river bank. It can be inferred that the owner of this body should have died here.
Zhang Zheng put her ear against the cold courtyard door. Without her consciousness, she could only rely on this simple method of eavesdropping.
After waiting for a long time, there was no movement inside. Zhang Zheng carefully pushed the courtyard door open to a gap large enough for her to pass through, and ducked into the courtyard.
He gently pushed open the door and opened the small bag that bulged between the quilts on the bed. Zhang Zheng's eyes widened. It was really a baby. He was also staring at Zhang Zheng with his eyes open. If he looked closely, he could see that he was a baby.
There are two similarities between the ghost dolls, such as their surprisingly big eyes.
Zhang Zheng put her hand on the baby's forehead, and the contractual connection was finally formed. At the same time, the familiar sound of manic rage exploded in his mind.
"If you come too damn late! I will be suffocated to death!"
Zhang Zheng smiled bitterly, thinking that the ghost doll just now was indeed tightly covered by thick quilts, and couldn't help but ask: "How come you were born so miserably, and someone wanted to suffocate you to death just after you were born? Do you know who it is?"
The ghost doll snorted coldly, "If I wasn't miserable, I wouldn't turn into a ghost. The one who wants to kill me is an old woman."
The baby's moist eyes fell on the tightly wrapped Zhang Zheng, "What, are you a thief?"
Zhang Zheng was speechless, "I don't want to be a thief, but you will be suffocated to death now."
Suddenly there were footsteps outside the door, heavy and slow. The owner of the footsteps seemed to have a lot of things on his mind, lingering around for a long time before approaching the house.
Zhang Zheng quickly covered the ghost doll with the quilt again, and hid in the large mahogany box in the corner. The cramped box only allowed her to fold her body at a weird angle. The box was half open, and she poked half of her head out of it.
The bright eyes are hidden in the night.
The door of the room was pushed open from the outside, and a middle-aged woman wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket came in with a sad face. She lit a dim candle, her eyes wandering, sometimes falling on the bulging bag on the bed, and sometimes falling on the closed room.
On the door, I walked around in circles for a long time, and finally walked to the bed.
Her voice was hoarse, trembling a little because of fear, "Don't blame me... don't blame me. You killed your mother, you are a monster, monsters should not come to the world... If you don't come, you do it."
What? What are you doing here!"
She was talking to herself, and the more she spoke, the more excited she became. Her fear faded away, and she raised her hand to lift the quilt. The little baby inside had wrinkled skin and was staring straight at her.
"ah--"
The screams frightened the crows on the branches, and the jackdaws flapped their wings and flew away. The middle-aged woman was so frightened that she fell to the ground and crawled on the ground to escape to the door. Her hands and feet were trembling, her spirit collapsed, and she clung to the door.
But for a while I couldn't open the door.
"哐——"
As soon as the door was opened, she slammed it hard again. The woman grabbed the ground with her head, crying and howling, as if she was crazy.
"Monster...monster..."
The woman climbed up with support on the ground, stumbled to the bedside, made a hoop with her hands, and pinched the baby's fragile neck. The baby was hung in the air by the neck, but his eyes remained motionless as he stared at the crazy woman in front of him.
The woman's pale lips were trembling constantly, her eyes were as if frozen, and her voice of hatred seemed to be squeezed out from the hateful friction of her teeth.
"Go to hell if you are a monster... You are a monster and you killed your mother. You deserve to die... Go to death..."
The ghost doll glanced at the big box where Zhang Zheng was, and roared: "You still haven't saved me!"
Zhang Zheng calmly calmed down and comforted her softly, "The fact that you are okay after being suffocated for so long shows that you have a strong vitality. You can't die just by pinching your neck. Don't panic, someone will come to save you soon."
Such a big movement must have alarmed other people in the mansion. Zhang Zheng looked out through the window. There were bright lights, like will-o'-the-wisps floating in the autumn night, and the sound of neat footsteps coming one after another was getting closer and closer.
The door opened with a clang, and several young men holding torches and maids carrying lanterns rushed in, followed by a middle-aged man stepping in with his hands behind his back.
The man is gorgeously dressed, wearing a dark green engraved crane cloak and a Taotie jade pendant on his waist. His eyes are as sharp as a falcon and his face is livid, not angry but powerful.
He cast a disdainful look at the waiting servants. Following the order, the two stout young men quickly stepped forward to hold the woman, forcefully tore her hand away, and snatched the baby, whose face was green and red, from her hand.
The woman's hands were tied behind her back, and the boy pushed her knees. The woman's legs became weak and she fell to her knees. The sound was so loud that she could clearly hear the cracking of her kneecaps.
Zhang Zheng had already closed the half-open large box when people came in, leaving only a small gap open, just enough for her to peek outside.
Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel pain for the woman's kneecap.
"Wake up."
After the man gave the order, the maid picked up the cold water on the shelf and poured it all onto the kneeling woman.
The cold air of late autumn penetrated into the bone marrow with the cold water. The woman was shivering from the cold, but she really woke up from her madness.
Her eyes were focused on the man's face. The woman's whole body was shaking violently, and her teeth clashed together, making a chilling chattering sound.
"Master! Master! There is a monster... Monster, please kill it quickly..."
The man who was being begged by the desperate man remained indifferent, his expression was extremely cold, and what came out of his thick lips was full of coolness, "Drag him out and send him to the rough quarters."
The rough quarters are filled with thick-armed and round-waisted servants, who do menial tasks such as cleaning dung buckets, fetching water and chopping firewood. If a nanny is sent there to serve them, isn’t it just to torture people?
Pushing into the fire pit.
The woman was dragged away by two young men. Her shrill wails were choked in her mouth by the cloth, and she could not vent her screams. She could only whine and flutter her legs dejectedly, like a dehydrated fish, struggling to escape from the restraints.
Jump into the water.
The young man who was holding the baby meticulously took a step forward, held the sleeping baby in his hands, raised his hands, and said respectfully: "Master."
The man only glanced at the sleeping baby with its eyes closed. Except for the purple marks on the neck where it had been strangled, his face was peaceful and calm, and there was no sign of the baby being in danger of being strangled to death.
What a monster...
The man's eyes were dark, and his already serious and cold face became more solemn. He rolled his sleeves away in disgust and coldly ordered, "We will recruit a wet nurse tomorrow. She should be quiet and don't worry about the rest."
The boy should be kneeling down.
The baby was put on the bed again without a mattress covering it, only wrapped in a thin red silk cloth.
As soon as the man left, a group of maids and boys also poured out. The door closed softly, and the dazzling light disappeared. Only a candle lit by the woman on the table was dimly illuminated.
destroy.
Zhang Zheng walked to the bed and met the baby's angry gaze. He stroked his chin leisurely and joked: "Don't be so angry. It seems that this body of mine is still your mother's!"
The ghost doll doesn't care who its mother is. It has lived for countless years and has never seen what its mother is.
Chapter completed!