Chapter 98
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Ning Shu reaches out her hand and closes the girl's eyes. Suddenly, she hears a faint cry from a jar in the depths of the secret passage.
"Help …"
"Help … I don't want to die … someone help me …"
The voice is like silk pulled to the extreme and it will break at any time. Ning Shu's heart tightens. She immediately chases to the source of the voice, "there!"
The two of them worked together to move away a few jars that were blocking the way. When they opened the lids, they saw a bloody and thin figure lying inside. There was a deep wound on her neck that she was trying her best to cover. Blood seeped out between her fingers with every word she spoke.
Her skinny face is covered with blood and tears. She looks only thirteen or fourteen years old!
Seeing Ning Shu and Hui Mo, the little girl excitedly reaches out to them. Her throat makes a cracking sound.
"Don't talk, I, I will save you!" Hui Mo is shocked. He quickly takes out a lot of medicine bottles from his arms and sprinkles her wound. He also tears a piece of his inner clothes and bandages her wound.
But his hands are shaking and he can't make a move.
"Let me do it." Ning Shu pushes him aside and bandages the little girl's wound. After bandaging, she has tears in her eyes. She and Hui Mo work together to carry the little girl out of the deep jar.
However, no matter how gentle their movements were, the little girl still let out a miserable groan from the pain. That was because there were wounds all over her body. There were cuts all over her body. When the Hundred Charm Fragrance saw human blood, it immediately took root and dug into her flesh. As long as she moved, she would suffer a fate worse than death.
Hui Mo's eyes are red. He punches the ground hard, "how can this be! She looks like a child! "
After feeding the little girl a painkiller, Ning Shu takes a deep breath and suppresses the pain in her heart. She says, "Let's look again. Maybe there are other living people."
Wiping his tears, Hui Mo clenches his fist and checks each jar with Ning Shu in order. Unfortunately, they can't find a second person who is lucky enough to survive. Only the Baimei Incense, which exudes a strange fragrance, blooms one by one in the bone objects. It is disgusting.
When looking at a jar, Hui Mo's eyes inadvertently fall on the wrist of the skeleton. He suddenly exclaims, "Lady Ning, look at this bracelet!"
He raises the wrist of the skeleton and sees a delicate bracelet hanging on the festering flesh. The bracelet is made of fine gold and decorated with three gems. It is full of western style. It is exactly the same as the one he saw in the hand of the brothel in the Moon Lake!
"Sister Niinu …" Seeing the skeleton and bracelet, the little girl cries.
Ning says, "you said she is Niinu?"
The little girl weakly nods.
"This …" Hui Mo looked at Ning Shu in shock.
If this is Niinu's's, who is dead in Phoenix Terrace?
This skeleton looked like it had been dead for more than a year. It was completely different from the one in the Phoenix Stage. How could there be two Slaves Nian?
It's really a ghost!
Rubbing her painful Huichun acupoint, Ning Shu's eyes fall on the scroll hidden in the skeleton's arms. It seems to be a scroll. It seems to be very important. Even if she dies, she holds it tightly and doesn't want to let it go.
Ning Shu silently apologizes. She walks over and opens it. She didn't expect it to be a picture scroll.
The painting has been around for a long time. The edges and corners are yellow, and there is a large brown blood stain, but the painting is really beautiful.
Every stroke of the brush was charming and gentle, and it seriously depicted two young girls swinging under a flowering tree. One of them was slightly older, holding a green plum leaf in her hand. She smiled at the person outside the painting, and her eyes were like stars. The other one was slightly younger, leaning on her elder sister intimately. She stretched out her hand to grab the falling flowers from the mandrake tree above her head. The faces of the girls are hundreds of times more beautiful than the blooming mandala flower.
Next to the painting, there are two lines of signatures:
Remembering the 21st year of natural selection, August, Yu Zao, Niinu swing picture.
Ruo Hui.
Looking at the smiling eyes of the girls in the painting, for a time, countless images flashed in front of Ning Shu's eyes. There is the hazy rain in Jiangnan, the green plum rolling on the ground, the glaring blood words on the ground, the white hibiscus blooming on the pink sleeves, the ink-colored robe wet by the rain, the magnificent palace wall, the fifth princess's unwilling sigh, Yun Ruohui holding back the tears in the corner of her eyes …
Thousands of images converged into a white light and exploded in her mind.
She murmurs, "so, it is like this!"
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