When Zhang Hu Youyou woke up from his dream, he found himself lying in front of a magnificent mansion. The senior brothers, Mao Zixing, and even the annoying old Taoist were gone. Could it be that the senior brothers and the master were invited to the mansion to visit? Looking at the surroundings where there were no villages, no shops, and even various beasts howled, his original sleepiness was swept away. Finally, Zhang Hu, who had been brave enough to pull up the copper ring on the giant door and hit it hard.

There was a sound of flint collision in front of the lamp behind the door, and then a small step suddenly came in Zhang Hu's expectation. When the giant door was opened by "squeaking", Zhang Hu didn't know what was going on, and he was extremely nervous.

A pretty woman wearing a goose yellow fur and with a pair of watery eyes that seemed to be able to talk when she saw Zhang Hu saying the first thing she said was: "Young Master, it turns out it's you, why are you back so late? Didn't you ask Butler Sun to bring a message back and say that she stayed at her uncle's house tonight?"

Zhang Hu's first reaction was that his senior brother asked the woman to deliberately use words to make excuse him. He answered according to the woman's words: "Oh, my uncle has come to official business temporarily, so I can't bother you. I'm going to be back now."

Suddenly, Zhang Hu's stomach started to croak in a bad mood. He smiled at the woman in embarrassment and couldn't help asking: "Don't you know the girl's name? Can you tell me?"

"Hehe, Master, what's going on, today? Have you even forgotten my name in Qiu Hong? I have left some osmanthus lotus seed cakes for the young master, which just fills the young master's stomach."

At this time, Zhang Hu didn't care so much. This girl named Qiuhong didn't seem to be so annoying. She followed Qiuhong with a lantern that looked like a ghost fire in her hand to a very simple carved door that seemed to be a servant living in. It formed a sharp contrast with the magnificent momentum of the door just now, which shows that not all women in wealthy families can enjoy that luxurious life.

After Zhang Hu followed Qiu Hong in, Zhang Hu felt cold all over. Apart from a simple table and stool, there was nothing around. There was an oil lamp with a flame of mung beans on the table, jumping there. As for why Qiu Hong lit the dim oil lamp in such a short time as he stepped into the door, Zhang Hu, who had almost followed her in, didn't notice it at all. Zhang Hu always felt something was wrong, but he just couldn't say it. Although he was very brave, he was still sweating by the snail and swaying flames. When he turned around and closed the door and stared back to the table again, the flames of the oil lamp jumped even more fiercely.

When Zhang Hu was scared and was about to escape, Qiu Hong, who was hiding behind the lantern, appeared in front of Zhang Hu like a ghost, and asked in a threatening tone: "Young Master, why are you leaving just now? You haven't eaten the pastry yet."

Zhang Hu was frightened by Qiu Hong, and there was still a feeling of eating pastries. When he put his hand on the door bolt, a pair of cold hands stroked Zhang Hu's hand. Zhang Hu, who was never afraid of the cold, was almost trembling all over by the heart-wrenching cold air, and his teeth kept squeaking. Finally, he couldn't help but sneeze. But when he looked around again, there was no trace of Qiu Hong's shadow just now. Just looking at the plate of fragrant pastries on the table, his stomach began to quarrel again. Before he could think about it, Zhang Hu grabbed a piece from the plate and put it in his mouth. The thing seemed to be sweet and melted in his mouth, making Zhang Hu feel a sense of comfort all over, and the cold air in his body just now was swept away.

When Zhang Hu escaped from the room, he couldn't tell the direction and fell down when he crossed a half-foot-high threshold.

Perhaps it was because of all the psychological troubles that just happened that made him feel unsteady and fell down. At this time, the wind lights were much brighter than they had just happened, which actually made him feel like he was reborn.

Before Zhang Hu could understand what was going on, a gust of fragrant wind came towards him. When he raised his head, he was so surprised that he could hardly speak. The woman who claimed to be his wife had a pretty face that looked very similar to Feng Shiniang. However, this woman might be because of her pampering habits. Without Feng Shiniang's ability and slimming, she was much whiter and plump in comparison. When her pair of delicate jade hands touched Zhang Hu's arm, Zhang Hu couldn't help but sway.

With a lot of questions, Zhang Hu still raised it in front of his wife "Feng Shiniang": "Madam, who lives in the backyard?"

"Since Qiu Hong passed away, it has been empty. It has been almost half a year. It is very gloomy and evil. Other servants can even hear the cry of women in the middle of the night. Is it strange? "

"How did Qiu Hong die?"

After Zhang Hu asked this, the "Feng Shiniang" who was just smiling as if she was just smiling immediately became cold. The jade hand that had just supported Zhang Hu even took back and left without saying a word.

In the past few days, the weather became rainy and Zhang Hu did not find any shadows of his senior brother or others in the mansion. During the day, he ran to Qiu Hong's room and looked for a while. To his surprise, there was a suicide note hidden in her pillow. Seeing the last words poured out like blood and tears, Zhang Hu's heart was almost bleeding.

He finally got the truth about the whole thing from this. After learning that Qiu Hong and the young master Zhang Huzhu had a secret marriage, his wife, not only poisoned the child in Qiu Hong's belly, but also threw her into the well in the yard, and sealed it with a huge stone.

When Zhang Hu appeared at the wellhead like a loss, he found that he did not have the courage to move the big stone away, so that Qiuhong's soul sealed in the well would be seen again. It was just because of the "Feng Shiniang" that had made him feel like he was ecstatic in the past few days. He seemed to have been sinking into the illusion of virtuality and reality.

"My husband, I have prepared wine and food for you. Today is the moonlight. Don't miss the great time to enjoy the moon, drink and write poems."

Zhang Hu finally returned to the banquet carefully prepared by Feng Shiniang. When he poured the sweet wine filled with the sweet wine into his throat, his depressed expression immediately became unruly, and his hands surrounding Feng Shiniang became even more irregular. However, when Zhang Hu just poured Feng Shiniang a glass of wine into the cup and drank it all, a burst of colic came from Zhang Hu's abdomen. Before he fainted, he saw a sinister smile on the corner of his eyes.
Chapter completed!