RNP Chapter 671 Attic
Chapter 671 Attic
What caught my eye was the beautiful yet horrified handwriting:
"...my parents took money from the Qin family... a lot of money... they said that Young Master Qin died young and needed a wedding to bring good luck... but he's dead! He's dead!"
"I wanted to escape, but the entire Anping Town was ruled by the Qin family. I was caught and locked in the attic... They forced me to wear that red dress... It felt like blood, so heavy and cold..."
"I was in the dark attic, and I heard them laughing, saying that the Qin family was generous, and that a money-losing item was now valuable..."
"Someone come and save me, I don't want to get married, I don't want to die... wuwu..."
"That's too late!!!"
The fear and despair between the lines are like cold needles, piercing people's hearts.
At this point, the identity of the bride is obvious - a poor woman who was sold to a dead person by her greedy parents for a ghost marriage!
Xiao Jin closed the booklet, and he already had a plan in mind.
Although there was not much written on it, it gave Xiao Jin a general direction.
The bride they were going to marry was indeed not a member of the Qin family, but a bride who was sold to the Qin family by her greedy relatives for a ghost marriage.
As for the subsequent development, according to Xiao Jin's guess, the bride should turn into a ghost and come to the Qin family to seek revenge.
Xiao Jin still hadn't figured out why the Qin family listened to the ghost bride and what their intention was in recruiting a son-in-law.
But this exploration was not in vain.
Xiao Jin put away the "evidence" in her hand and continued to walk around. After passing through a moon gate, she entered a deserted flower hall.
On the wall, there seemed to be a huge, dusty family portrait hanging.
Xiao Jin took a closer look. The people in the portrait were wearing the clothes of the Qing Dynasty. Sitting in the middle was an old couple with stern and serious expressions, their eyes empty and numb.
Behind them stood several young men and women, their expressions either dull, flattering, or with a hint of imperceptible malice.
The strangest thing is that in the lower right corner of the portrait, there is a figure of a woman wearing a wedding dress and a red veil. The figure is painted extremely blurry and distorted, as if it will dissolve out of the painting at any time.
The spot next to the woman, where the "groom" should have been, was completely blank. There was only a thick, indissoluble, dark red stain, like stained blood.
Yes... The Qin family only has a son who died young, but no groom!
At the same time, a strange circular area was cleared on the ground at the entrance to the suspected backyard.
The area was filled with twisted and complex runes drawn with a dark red, unknown liquid that had long since dried up and turned black. Scattered in the center were some small animal bones that had long since weathered and turned white.
Such as birds, mice, etc., as well as some charred ashes of some plant roots.
An extremely weak, yet extremely disturbing, cold energy was seeping out from the formation.
Zhan Wenchen squatted down, his fingertips suspended in the air, feeling the flow of energy. He whispered, "It's not an orthodox ritual... more like some kind of... sorcery of binding and transformation... used to imprison powerful vengeful spirits?"
"Looks like there's a discovery?"
Zhan Wenchen looked at Chu Yuan who was standing behind him with his arms crossed.
"I once got a book about witchcraft and sacrifice. I was very interested in it and even did some experiments myself."
"These runes are very similar to a certain extent." Zhan Wenchen slowly stood up.
"Pfft! Your hobby is quite unique. Are you sure it's just a small experiment?" Chu Yuan bent over with laughter.
Zhan Wenchen smiled but said nothing.
A forbidden book full of evil spells, you can imagine what's inside.
"Let's go and see what others have gained." After saying that, Chu Yuan turned around and moved closer to Xiao Jin's aura.
Their footsteps finally stopped in front of an isolated three-story building. Chu Yuan could feel that the location of Xiao Jin they were finally pointing to was here.
"Hiss~ Something seems to be wrong!" Chu Yuan gently rubbed the tip of his tongue with his teeth.
Zhan Wenchen's brows were twisted into a ball.
Chu Yuan didn't need to say much, the evil aura emanating from the building in front of him was so strong that it could not be blocked.
I saw that the doors and windows of the small building were locked tightly with thick, rusty iron chains, and stuck on the chains were several pieces of talisman paper that were also dark red like blood and had twisted runes drawn on them.
Both the iron chains and the talisman paper exuded a strong, heart-pounding, cold and resentful aura.
At this moment, the iron chain was broken by humans, and a dark gap opened in the gate.
If the two had read the diary written by the ghost bride, they would have known that this was the attic where the ghost bride was locked at that time.
"Xiao Jin just went in like that?" Chu Yuan kept tapping his arm with his fingers.
"Something is wrong here. We'd better go in and take a look." Zhan Wenchen was also familiar with Xiao Jin's identity, so the two of them naturally didn't need to discuss Xiao Jin's fake name.
"Walk."
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The rotten wooden door of the attic groaned and shattered under Xiao Jin's blade, like tearing a layer of shriveled skin.
In an instant, a cold and fishy wind that was ten times thicker than the wind outside the door, mixed with a strong smell of mold, stale blood, and an indescribable sweet and greasy stench similar to that of rotten internal organs, swallowed her up in an instant like a sticky swamp.
The air was so heavy that it was almost impossible to breathe. Every time I inhaled, it felt like cold maggots were crawling into my lungs.
Ever since seeing the diary, Xiao Jin had the idea of visiting the attic.
She did come in.
After cutting the chain and pushing open the door, what appeared before Xiao Jin was not the room he had expected, but a narrow and steep wooden staircase extending upwards, submerged in the thick darkness.
The steps were covered with sticky, dark green moss and slippery black dirt, and made a teeth-grinding "crunch" sound when stepped on.
The walls on both sides were even more shocking, with thick, blackened mold patches puffy and swollen like boils.
Mixed in there were also large patches of spray-like stains that had long since solidified into dark brown, as well as countless deep and shallow grooves that looked like they were left by the scratches of wild beasts!
“Tick-tock…tick-tock…”
Sticky drops of water fell from the darkness above, hitting the steps, and the sound was particularly clear in the dead silence.
It wasn't water, it had a strong rusty smell—it was blood.
Not only Xiao Jin smelled it, but Amo also raised his head at her wrist.
The scarlet vertical pupils shrank into needle points, emitting a threatening hissing sound, and the cold scales sensed the surging malice around them, and seemed ready to spring up at any time.
Xiao Jin gripped the hilt of the long sword tightly with his backhand. The blade was icy cold, the only anchor in this filthy darkness.
Then she lifted her foot and stepped onto the first slippery step.
"Creak...crack..."
As soon as I stepped on it, the old wooden ladder groaned under the heavy weight, and every step felt like stepping on rotten bones.
The higher he went, the stronger the disgusting mixed smell became. Xiao Jin could even feel as if countless pairs of cold eyes were peeping at him in the darkness.