BigSword Fairy Water Shadow

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Shuiying thought about the cry he heard when he entered the town at the beginning. Was it the mourning of those dead mothers and sons? She couldn't help but fight a cold war, forced herself to calm down, and said with a smile, "No matter what evil spirits are, I will never let him continue to do evil. I will definitely break this illusion and find the way that disappeared. Don't worry!"

They returned to the town through the thick shade of the bitter nem tree, and the water shadow heard the sad cry again, which echoed, looming, far and near.

The arrival of the water shadow injected a touch of vitality into this desperate place, and many people came to cry and plead to her every day. In the 50 years, more than 2,000 families have lost their families, and their injuries are sad. Those families who have not yet died are also struggling in fear.Some women even have an abortion as soon as they find themselves pregnant, for fear that if they give birth to a boy, they and their children will die inexplicably. Ping An Ji, but I don't know what Ping An is like for too long. Even the sky has lost its original blue color, and it has been covered with a layer of dead ashes that makes people feel cold.

Shui Ying has been trapped here for three days, facing tears in his eyes, lamenting and deep death. She went to the entrance of the town every day to check, and the road never appeared again. Looking up, the black sand went straight to the sky, like a huge mouth, quietly waiting to swallow fresh life.

Shuiying patched irriably on the empty street. The old beggar who was taking a nap in the shade of the trees was awakened by the sound of footsteps. He opened his sleepy eyes and smiled at her and said, "If the girl can't get the clue, why don't you burn incense in the temple? Maybe the Bodhisattva can give you some advice."

The temple of Ping'anji is small and dilapidated. There are only a few sporadic gold paint left on the statue of Guanyin, but the spider web is densely hung with statues. Shuiying lit incense, knelt down devoutly, put his hands together, and prayed softly: "Guanyin Dashi, disciple Shuiying went down to the world to atone for his sins. He was robbed in Ping'an Town and witnessed the people being poisoned. I hope the great scholar will be merciful, guide the disciples to be confused, help the disciples get out of the disaster, and save the people of Lebanon from water and fire!"

After saying that, Shuiying sat cross-legged on the futon and quietly looked at the bright red light on the sandalwood. Gradually, she felt tired. She lowered her head and closed her eyes, falling asleep in a trance.

The shadow of the water was hazy, and suddenly a lingering song was heard. When I looked up, a woman came into the temple at some point.Son, graceful, elegant like a fairy, dressed in bright red clothes, like fire and glow, his face was also covered with a red light gauze, shining brightly, and even this decadent temple was brilliant. She didn't seem to see the shadow of the water. Her figure was flowing, dancing and singing leisurely:

"Shuangyan and Shuangyan, Shuangfei is enviable. The Jade Tree Pearl Pavilion is not alone, and the golden window embroidered household wants to see it. Bai Liang went to the palace of Wu because of the fire. The Wu Palace burned down again, and the nest was empty. The haggard body is there, and the female remembers the old male. It's hard to get a double flight again, which hurts my heart.

Shuiying was unconsciously intoxicated, and even the song and dance of Lexian in the heavenly jade square did not have the charm of the woman in red in front of her. The more she danced, the more anxious she became. Her whole body had turned into a burning red light, and her originally low and gentle song also turned into a sad and high-pitched song: "Shuangyans and double swallows, Shuangfei is enviable......Double flying is rare again, which hurts my heart. The sad and lingering poem was actually sung by her into anger and curse, which seemed to contain great pain and resentment.

Shuiying suddenly felt unspeakable fear. The spinning and flying figure had a terrible pressure, which suffocated her. She clenched the hilt of the sword with all her strength and shouted, "Who are you? Let me see your face!"

The woman in red seemed to hear her shout and stopped dancing leisurely. The hem of her skirt was gently raised and fell in front of the water like a red cloud. A frost-like hand stretched out from the sleeve, scratching in the sand on the ground, as if writing. Then, she brushed off the dust on her fingers and slowly lifted the veil covering her face.

The light gauze fell to the ground, and the water shadow saw the woman's true face, two waysThe bloody scars crossed her face, from the corners of her forehead to the lower cheek, dividing a beautiful face into four pieces, making her facial features distorted and deformed, and her face ferocious. The woman looked at Shuiying's frightened look and smiled. She raised her hand and stroked her cheek. Her hands, which had just been as white as snow, were covered with blood at this time, and her face was also stained with blood, which became more and more terrible. She smiled crazily and reached out to touch Shuiying's face again. She watched her blood-dripping hand get closer and closer. Shuiying could no longer suppress it and exclaimed in a loss of voice.

The woman in red disappeared in an instant. Shuiying gasped and got up, sweating coldly, and looked around blankly, doubting whether she was dreaming just now. However, on the ground next to the futon she was sitting on, there were two red and dazzling words written: Blood Evil!

It's almost dusk., Shuiying returned to the house where she was staying. Wang Yuan, the head of the household, was sitting on the threshold and smoking, his face was as gloomy as water. His wife Zhou was busy with the work and couldn't help sighing. Seeing the shadow of the water, the couple hurried up and asked long questions.

Shuiying went straight back to the room, studied ink and paper, drew the woman, handed it to them, and asked, "Do you know her?"

At a glance, the two of them all changed their colors and exclaimed, "Is it that someone has died in the town again today? Girl, where is this woman's body?"

"The corpse? How can you be sure that she is dead? Do you know her?" Shuiying asked back in surprise.

"Over the years, those strangely dead women in the town have had these two scars on their faces!" Wang Yuan stared at the portrait and sighed gloomily.

Shui Ying was shocked when he heard the words. Is the woman in red just a victim? But how can she have a strong aura on her body? What does the word "blood evil" mean? While thinking, Zhou Shi interjected, "If this woman doesn't have these two scars, she is really a beauty."

Shuiying was stunned and quickly repainted one to remove the scars on the woman's face. It was indeed the unparalleled in the world. "If so, do you know each other?"

The two looked at the portrait, and then shook their heads together. Zhou praised, "This woman is so beautiful that she can be the queen of the palace. How can she be in such a small place as Ping Anji?"

Wang Yuan put out the pipe and asked, "Why does the girl have to ask this woman whether she is dead or alive?"

Shuiying talked about the dreamlike but not dream in the temple hall, as well as the poem sung by the woman in red. Wang Yuan listened and muttered, "This poem is "Double Flying Swallow" written by Li Bai, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty. It tells the tragic mood of an infatuated woman after losing her husband and son. What does it have to do with the strange things in the town? Where did that woman come from?"

The water shadow stared at the shadow of the swaying lamp on the wall and whispered, "This is also what I want to know. I think this dream must be a hint given to me by the Bodhisattva. If I can find this woman, I can probably relieve the danger in the town.