"Strange? Could it be that there were ghosts and gods in the world? What could be strange about them?”The minister said disapprovingly.
"No, there are often dead people in that place.”Luzhi said. Just thinking about it made her feel terrified.
"Dead people?" Shi Fan was shocked.
"In recent months, there have been some palace maids missing in the palace.”As Luzhi spoke, even the palace maids beside her mysteriously disappeared.
"Missing?"
It was clearly noon, but the sky above the bamboo garden in the Imperial Palace had become very dark. The entire bamboo garden occupied the largest area in the corner of the palace. From the inside, the bamboo poles seemed to be connected together like lotus roots. The bamboo leaves were like small raindrops, and the dense bamboo leaves could not see through the sky. As the wind blew, the bamboo leaves rustled, making people's hair stand on end in the quiet bamboo garden. There were some weeds and gravel on the ground, and there was no complete road. It was bumpy. The withered leaves had fallen into the soil and dust. It seemed like she was waiting for something. She was swaying in the ever-changing world alone, but that scene made people feel fear.
Her footsteps were a little unsteady under the gray skirt. Her heavy breathing was mixed with a few coughs. Her silver hair was simply coiled up as if it was covered with a layer of white frost. There was only a plum blossom gold hairpin stuck in it. Her thin face was dark, and under her faint eyebrows, a pair of big eyes had already sunk deeply. Her entire face looked a little scary. A pair of rough hands were covered with veins that looked like bamboo worms. From time to time, she would stop to catch her breath and rest with her hands supporting her hunched waist. It seemed to record her unbearable life in the past. It seemed that the wind was getting stronger. She tightened her coarse gray shawl and walked forward.
After a long time, a simple and crude bamboo house made of bamboo stood quietly in the open space. It was surrounded by gravel and there was no gap for weeds to crawl through.
A few dark clouds floated in the silent sky, surrounding the bamboo house and unable to disperse. The bamboo roof was covered with bamboo leaves that had been blown down by the wind, and occasionally, they would be swept up by the wind and fall among the gravel. A green bamboo snake that was as long as bamboo coiled around the bamboo weave with a loud tail. It stuck out its forked tongue and probed around vigilantly, as if it wanted to aim at its prey and was ready to attack at any time. If it lay there motionless, it would really be impossible to tell that there was a snake there.
The air was filled with the aura of death. Countless vengeful souls floated through the bamboo forest. They were filled with angry complaints, helpless sighs, and cries. No one could see this.
Granny Meng walked over and took out a rusty key from her belt. She trembled as she opened the locked door. The room was dark and there wasn't even a window to let in the air. It was stuffy and moldy. The light from outside shone through the open door, reflecting Granny Meng's short figure. The room was pitch black, and only a squeak could be heard. It was the sound of a mouse, but then it immediately screamed.
Heavy breathing sounds were heard in the dark air, and it was as if one could hear a strong heartbeat. There was someone inside, but he didn't know who was inside.
"What took you so long?" In the pitch-black room, an old and heavy voice sounded. It seemed to be dissatisfied with Granny Meng's speed.
Granny Meng didn't say anything. She threw the bamboo basket in her hand into the room. The bamboo basket was thrown to the ground and rolled on the ground. The lid rolled open, and a few wisps of white smoke floated out. They floated in the dark air. When they saw Granny Meng, the white smoke pounced on her. Unexpectedly, a strong suction force in the room sucked the white smoke over.
The huge and disgusting red flesh was stuck to the corner of the room. It looked like flesh but not like it. Instead, it looked like blood that had coagulated and was actually beating like a pulse. The entire body was like this, and its face could not be seen. It was just a monster lying in the corner.
The white smoke was a soul, the soul of a human woman.
As she watched the resentful souls slowly being sucked away one by one, Granny Meng turned around and walked out of the house. She closed the door, separating darkness from day again. Granny Meng locked the door, and all the wandering ghosts in the bamboo forest gathered to go to Granny Meng's body. Unfortunately, to Granny Meng, these so-called ghosts were all air.
In an abandoned palace, an unknown plaque covered in cobwebs and thick dust hung diagonally on the top of the door, as if it would fall if the wind blew. Only half of the door was closed, and the other half was not. It was unknown where it had flown to. It was filled with foxtail grass and other weeds that were half the height of a human. Moreover, they were all dried up. It was clearly broad daylight, but the room inside was dark, as if it had been weathered by rain and frost. It was obvious how long this palace had been abandoned by the world.
With a few creaking sounds, the plaque on the door outside the hall swayed in the wind and made a muffled creaking sound. There was a clang from inside, like a chair being knocked to the ground.
Coincidentally, a palace maid passed by hurriedly and stopped when she heard the voice coming from inside. Her calm and ordinary face stood outside the door and looked inside curiously. There was nothing, only the rooms covered by grass.
The palace maid scratched her head suspiciously, but she didn't doubt it anymore. She thought it might be a wild cat, so she turned around and continued walking. Suddenly, there was a "clang" sound from inside, louder than the previous one.
The palace maid turned around curiously again and gently walked to the door to look. She wanted to find something, but there was nothing. The plaque hanging on the top of the door was still swaying. The palace maid could not see the plaque above her head. Perhaps she was too focused on the sound inside.
She had heard of this abandoned palace before. The dynasty had changed several times, but this palace had always been in ruins. It seemed to have a thousand years of history. She did not know who the owner of this palace was, but some people said that when the first Emperor Shi built this palace, he built this palace for the woman he loved. Ever since the dynasties changed, no one wanted to live in this palace because it was too stuffy inside. Over time, it became the first palace to be ruined.
The palace maid couldn't hold back her curiosity and walked in. She looked around with fear and alertness. There were weeds everywhere, and she couldn't see a path. At this time, the palace maid found a trace of being crushed in the weeds that led to the main hall. To be precise, someone had dragged something into the main hall, so the weeds were pressed to the side.
The palace maid tiptoed, lifting her skirt and walking along the weeds that had been pressed down. Her steps were very light. She basically tiptoed and walked over with her eyes focused on the main hall. Because she was too eager to know what was going on inside, she ignored the string of blood stains at the bottom of the heel under the skirt. The blood stains were extremely bright and stained on the grass that had been pressed down.
She heard a sound. It was a hissing sound, like the sound of flesh being torn apart. The palace maid nervously held her breath and slowly walked towards the main hall. The surroundings were filled with dust and silk. The palace maid walked on the floor. This was the so-called main hall. It was empty and huge, even bigger than the main hall of any imperial concubine. It was as if she was stepping on something. The floor was wet. The palace maid looked down and saw traces of blood being dragged under her feet. The palace maid was so scared that her face turned pale and she took a few steps back. She almost could not stand up and leaned against the door. There was actually blood on the ground? A trail of being dragged extended inside. The palace maid looked along the blood trail and was so frightened that her eyes were about to fall out. Cold sweat covered her forehead and she did not dare to breathe. She covered her mouth that wanted to scream and looked over.
A blood-stained palace maid was lying there. The bright red blood had soaked the entire dress of the palace maid. It was impossible to tell whether she was a palace maid or not. The only thing that could be seen was her hair. The hair of palace maids was the same.
There was an old figure squatting at the side. His veins were protruding and his hands were as rough as tree bark. He was holding a dagger and stabbing the blood-red-clothed palace maid lying on the ground. The palace maid lay motionless, obviously dead. The dagger was pulled out, and blood splattered on the face of the person who stabbed the dagger. It was impossible to see who that person was, but it could be seen that it was an old woman. Her gray clothes were stained with the blood of the palace maid, and so was her face. A few drops of blood slid down the old woman's thin cheek and onto her sharp and scary chin, condensing into bean-sized drops of blood and falling to the floor.
The dagger he pulled out stabbed the palace maid on the ground again. He pulled it out again, then stabbed again. The entire corpse turned into a bloody man. His clothes were soaked in blood and could be squeezed out of it. It seemed to have dried up, and there was no blood to gush out.
The palace maid, who was so frightened that she could not stand on her feet, leaned against the door. She no longer had the strength to support herself. With a thud, she sat on the ground. She looked at the corpse and the old woman who was still stabbing the corpse with unprecedented fear.
Finally, the person heard the voice and slowly raised his head. His pale eyes stared at the trembling palace maid by the door. Her entire thin face was only skin and bones. She wanted to escape, but she was so scared that she could not stand up. She just watched the person stand up in a daze. The thin and short body held the bloody dagger and slowly walked towards her.
The palace maid was so scared that she couldn't move until the old woman walked in front of her. The palace maid's face was filled with fear as she looked at the old woman in disbelief.
"Granny…Granny Meng?" It was the palace maid's voice.
"Ah!"
An ear-piercing voice filled with fear echoed throughout the entire palace. It scared away all the birds in the forest of the palace.
The scene repeated again.
The old woman called Granny Meng took the dagger and stabbed it at the palace maid who had fainted from fear. Blood immediately gushed out and soaked the palace maid's clothes. She repeated the previous action, pulling out the dagger, stabbing again, and then pulling it out again. When the blood had dried up, the palace maid was also covered in blood. Her face, which was leaning against the door, was splashed with a few drops of blood, but it could be seen that her face was extremely pale, without a trace of blood. The air was filled with the thick smell of blood.
Perhaps she was tired, Granny Meng stopped and put down the dagger. She put her dry and bloody hand into the palace maid's abdomen and pulled it out. She dug out the palace maid's internal organs. Everything was disgusting and terrifying. Granny Meng put the internal organs to her mouth and bit them. Immediately, her white eyes turned green as if she enjoyed the internal organs in her hand. In a few seconds, the internal organs were eaten by Granny Meng. Her mouth was full of blood. Granny Meng dragged the palace maid by the door over, leaving another trail of blood. She placed the palace maid beside another palace maid lying on the ground.
Indeed, everything was terrifying.
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