Zhang Zheng looked into the lake. In the lotus pond, the maid was dragging a pink figure to the shore. Her hair was scattered, and her white face was scratched with three or four blood marks, which overflowed on the water.
As soon as the fifth lady was pulled ashore, the maid who was talking to her pounced on her with a sad face and wailed shrillly: "Miss... Miss, wake up!"
Zhang Zheng took a clean handkerchief from his arms and handed it to the wet maid, "Wipe, the water is not clean, and the wound is prone to inflammation."
The maid took it with her in surprise and said thank you weakly, but before she could wipe it, she followed her to the fifth lady and knelt around together.
Suddenly, the sound of rapid and panicked footsteps came, and a luxuriously dressed woman, wearing gold and silver, followed by a group of slaves, with great momentum.
Zhang Zheng retreated quietly, leaving the secluded path, far away from this place of failure.
This small episode did not attract the attention of Zhang Zheng and the ghost doll. Until four days later, a nanny led two servants with a tiger-backed and bear-waisted waist to come and saw Guizi playing in the yard, and cursed a few words in surprise, and then asked the servant to leave with great enthusiasm.
"This is really a monster. No one can live for so long if he delivers food!"
After the few people left, Zhang Zheng came out from behind the tree, with a serious expression, falling from behind and following the few people.
While quietly following several people, Zhang Zheng thought of the ghost doll and asked in confusion: "Do you know what they are doing?"
The ghost doll had long been irritated by these boring imprisonment days, and said angrily: "I'm not a god, how can I know!"
After all, she has been locked up for so long, and Zhang Zheng expressed her understanding of her ignorant attitude, but understanding is understood, but it does not mean that she will be in vain.
"Can you be more rational? Now isn't the time to argue with you."
Zhang Zheng stopped, hid behind a thick tree trunk, and looked at the crowd gathered by the Lotus Qu Shui Pool not far away. The noble woman who had glanced at the last time by the lotus pond was accompanied by him.
The most eye-catching one is the yellow-robed Taoist priest who was facing the Qushui of the Lotus Pond, holding a whisk in his hand, lying on his elbow, white eyebrows and crane hair, and showing off his appearance as a immortal.
With just one look, Zhang Zheng crashed into the eyes of the Taoist priest who looked back suddenly, his eyes were like a mirror, which made Zhang Zheng have nowhere to hide.
But in just a moment, the Taoist priest withdrew his powerful gaze, as if it was just Zhang Zheng's illusion, but Cen Cen's cold sweat on his forehead clearly reminded Zhang Zheng, which was definitely not an illusion.
The ghost doll did not notice the Taoist priest's abnormality, but could sense Zhang Zheng's instant mental tension, as if facing a great enemy.
Adhering to the care of the blood contract, the ghost doll asked: "What's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing, the Taoist priest looked here just now."
Zhang Zheng calmed down, but his ominous premonition became stronger and stronger. He recalled the ghost doll saying that it was a spirit-bound in the earth, and asked hurriedly: "Where were you when you were conscious? To answer the truth, don't fool me with fabricated lies."
The ghost doll hummed in dissatisfaction, but also noticed that her expression was serious and could not tolerate it being perfunctory.
"When I was conscious, I was by the lotus pond, but when all the lotus flowers died, there was only one dead water left. From then on, my previous memories slowly recovered. I didn't lie to you before. I really remembered some vague fragments after I was two years old. I really had no impression before I was two years old. It seemed that in my memory, I was also in the lotus pond when I died, but I forgot how I died."
Zhang Zheng frowned and asked, "But this lotus pond?"
"Um."
Zhang Zheng looked at Guizi deeply, who was held by the nanny, and her hands were pinched into her fist unconsciously. Her nails stabbed into her flesh. She felt no pain, and no blood flowed out, only her white dead flesh.
The nanny was kneeling in front of the master and the woman holding Guizi, and couldn't wait to complain: "I have seen the master! Second lady! This guy is really a monster. The mute has been dead for more than half a year and no one has sent food to take care of him. Now, when I went there, he was still playing with snow in the yard."
The second lady she said was the beautiful woman snuggling beside the master. Upon hearing this, her delicate eyebrows stood up, and her eyes staring at Guizi were as fierce as a bone-cutting knife.
The master didn't even look at Guizi, but just bowed to the yellow-robed Taoist and said respectfully: "Master, the monster has been captured. Please ask the Taoist priest to work hard for my family to drive away the monsters."
The Taoist in the yellow robe nodded slightly, but did not answer much.
I saw him facing the lotus pond, waved his sleeves, and a clay pot appeared out of thin air beside the pond, lying steadily on the ground, with the mouth of the pot facing the Taoist.
The Taoist priest turned to the side and ordered, "Put him on the ground, facing the mouth of the can. Can you eat? Put some in the can."
The master waved his hand and signaled the nanny to put Guizi down at the jar, and said distressedly: "Eat? The kitchen may not be prepared now."
The Taoist priest looked around and his eyes were fixed on the maid who happened to be passing by in the distance, "Take the medicine in her hand."
The lady recognized the maid as the one who was serving her, and said anxiously: "Master, yes...but that's the little girl's medicine."
"Not hindrance, he can't recognize it."
The lady's face was not very good-looking. She didn't care whether the monster knew it or not. She was worried about her good daughter's illness, and it would take some time to cook another bowl.
The master snorted coldly, stopped her stupid loving heart, and ordered to the servant beside him: "Go and bring the medicine."
The decoction was handed to the Taoist priest, and the Taoist priest applied the dark medicine side by side, poured all the decoction into the clay pot, and a lot of black medicine juice flowed out from the mouth of the can and was soaked into the cracks of the rocks.
Then, the Taoist priest's eyes turned and fell on the master, "Stand up to the clay pot, call him to climb into the clay pot, and do not touch him."
Let him call him? The master was stubborn, but when he raised his eyes, he met the Taoist priest's cold gaze, and he seemed to be shaking his hands and leaving without doing so. He was beating a drum in his heart, so he had to move behind the clay pot.
After a while, he hesitated and said, "Master, what should I call?"
The yellow-robed Taoist priest said coldly: "Call him his name."
"He has no name."
"Then call him in the next life."
The master stood stiffly behind the clay pot, and repeated coldly with his mouth pulling.
"In the next life, come here, there is something to eat in the jar."
"In the next life, come here, there is something to eat in the jar."
...
The surroundings were silent. The young children on the ground were lying on the scorching stones with a thin shirt on their bodies. The pale face as white as ghosts still had no warmth under the scorching sun. He raised his head and bumped into the master's eyes without any warmth.
He tilted his head, his eyes, and his needle tip pupils. He looked weird no matter how he looked, his master's voice was suddenly stuck in his throat. After a while, he continued to call again.
The young child moved, his round eyes stuck to the medicine in the clay pot, and the bitterness in the air pulled him a little bit, crawling towards the clay pot, his pale lips opened and closed, making a meaningless "ahhh" sound.
Seeing that the older child was about to die, Zhang Zheng felt quite unbearable, and inexplicably became angry and cursed quietly: "A bowl of bitter medicine can trick him. I'm not treating him badly. What a fool."
As soon as he said that, Zhang Zheng suddenly realized something and sent a message: "You didn't think of this and got furious?"
With the spirit of a ghost doll who is unreasonable and unreasonable, it means that she is right without answering, and it has no power to refute.
At this moment, Guizi had already crawled into the clay pot. The Taoist priest's eyes were like torches, muttering words in his mouth, and pinching the talisman in his hand quickly, as fast as a shadow.
"Dong--"
Chapter completed!