The Princess Consort Has A Lethal Destiny

When Yan Ruzhuang heard the master's words, he quickly shook his head: "No, our family rules are strict, even if the servants make mistakes, they will not kill the other party, and most of them are driven out. And the maids are also fine, and there is no accident."

Xie Qiao frowned.

Master Yan couldn't help but pouted.

Look, it's all a lie.

This yard is very unclean, there are a lot of black air, like... an unformed ghost, and there should be a very powerful ghost here, right in the room, that aura is not restrained. up.

"Can I come in and take a look?" Xie Qiao said again.

Yan Ruzhuang nodded.

At this time, mother should be embroidering in front of the window, right?

She was always like that, occasionally embroidering and basking in the sun, very quiet, but suddenly she would go crazy again. Over the past few years, she was sometimes afraid to approach, not to mention her young sister.

The room was very clean, Xie Qiao could immediately sense when he scanned the furnishings in the room that Yushi Yan was indeed a lover of his wife.

There are no sharp and dangerous things in the house, such as ceramics, but the tea bowls are all made of wood. It should be worried that the wife will have an accident when she goes mad.

In addition, there are some flowers in the house, the colors are beautiful and comfortable.

Yan Ruzhuang had already asked the maid and maid to retire in advance, so at this moment, only Mrs. Yan was in the room.

After Xie Qiao saw Mrs. Yan, he subconsciously took a step back.

Not by Mrs. Yan, but by the ghost attached to her body.

The ghost was almost attached to her, and a face overlapped with Mrs. Yan's, but maybe it was because the sun was shining or Mrs. Yan was in a good mood, and the spirit was not so weak, so the ghost couldn't fully possess it, that's all. It became like a duplicate phantom, following Mrs. Yan's movements.

This ghost is a little scary.

Her eyes were dark blue, her lower body was blood red, and blood that was invisible to ordinary people was dripping on the ground.

Her belly...is cut open.

I don't know what parts are hanging in it, the blood is blurred, and the clothes are shattered. After moving with Mrs. Yan's movements, the things in the body seem to fall, and they bend over to pick them up.

"Mother." Yan Ruzhuang walked over and watched her mother embroidering her sister's clothes.

Mrs. Yan's face was a little pale: "Zhuanger is back? You came just in time. Help my mother to see. How good is the color? Does your sister wear it properly?"

Yan Ruzhuang's eyes were a little red: "Mother, it's appropriate."

After the mother gave birth to her sister, she never dared to get too close to her, for fear of accidentally hurting her.

Mother's health is not good, she often gets sick, and she misses her children. Every time, the four brothers and sisters don't dare to get together with her mother often, which makes the mother feel sad.

But even if they came over, the mother often pushed them away.

Mother knew that she was sick, so she was also afraid that she would accidentally hurt them.

"It's just right." Mrs. Yan sighed, and looked at Master Mo by the door, looking at her clothes, a little puzzled: "Zhuang Erdai brought a guest?"

"Yes, mother, this is Master Mo, a very famous and powerful Taoist priest in Beijing. Show it to Yeniang."

Mrs. Yan was a little surprised: "Taoist, how could your father..."

Halfway through the words, suddenly, Mrs. Yan's expression changed.

"Go away! Go away and don't come!"

"You are a monster! A monster..." She pointed at Yan Ruzhuang and suddenly started shouting, throwing away the clothes in her hand, and waving it with her teeth and claws, her bloodless face became even paler.