Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

Chapter 3130 Xiaoman (Strange Lin Mansion)

After Hongye left, Hu Xiaoman walked to the door.

Yang Rui frowned: "Junior Sister, there is such a strong smell of blood."

Hu Xiaoman nodded: "Fourth Brother, be careful."

Yang Rui: "Junior sister, you will protect me, right?"

Hu Xiaoman shook his head: "No!"

Yang Rui: "Ah... Senior Brother's heart is broken!"

Hu Xiaoman's hand slightly pushed open the door, and when it opened, a stronger smell of blood came out.

Everything in the room is classically beautiful and spotlessly clean.

All furniture uses antique mahogany as one of the main decorative tones.

The bead curtain is off-white and contains many beautiful and strange bottles.

At this moment, Hu Xiaoman's gaze fell on the large wall in the room opposite the shelf.

There are many strange patterns painted on the wall, scattered and irregular, and it is impossible to tell what they are.

Hu Xiaoman placed his hand on the wall and gently stroked the patterns.

Yang Rui, who was standing opposite, turned around and suddenly exclaimed, "Junior Sister, what's painted on this wall?"

Hu Xiaoman shook his head: "Fourth Brother, what do you think it looks like?"

Yang Rui frowned: "Why do I feel like a lot of flowers are growing in a person's belly?"

Hu Xiaoman retreated step by step to Yang Rui's position.

When she looked at the painting again, it was just as Yang Rui said, the portrait was a person's belly.

And the belly is full of black flowers.

These black flowers are formed by dots. Only when Hu Xiaoman looks closely will he feel that the painting is so irregular and so densely packed that it makes his scalp tingle.

Yang Rui's voice was sickly and cold: "Junior Sister, this painting is too, too disgusting, so disgusting!"

Hu Xiaoman: "Fourth Brother, what have you figured out?"

Yang Rui: "Junior Sister, look at these small purple flower shapes. If you distinguish them by their color, the color at the edges will be richer. They are piece by piece, forming the various organs in the stomach."

At this time, Yang Rui walked towards the painting. He stretched out his hand and drew a pattern along the large piece of purple flowers in the middle which was made up of dots.

"Junior Sister, this piece should be a heart."

Hu Xiaoman frowned, walked forward, and painted a piece along the edge of another patch of purple flowers.

"This piece should be the lung!"

“It’s the liver!”

"..."

The more they looked, the more creepy they felt.

Why is there such a painting on this wall?

What does this represent?

At this moment, Hu Xiaoman placed his hand on the position of the heart that Yang Rui had just drawn.

Suddenly, he pulled Yang Rui back several steps.

"Junior sister, what's wrong?" Yang Rui asked hurriedly.

Hu Xiaoman: "Fourth Brother, there is a formation here."

"The painting on this mural should be the core of this formation."

"As long as we break this formation, we can see what is behind this painting."

Yang Rui: "Junior sister, can you?"

"How about we use spiritualism?"

When he was in Kunlun Sect, Yang Rui saw his junior sister vomit blood several times.

He also knew how much soul power was needed to break a formation.

He had long known that his junior sister's soul power was very weak.

He also wanted to help, but he knew nothing about formations.

At this moment, the sound of faint footsteps was heard outside.

When Hongye led a large group of maids over, Hu Xiaoman and Yang Rui were already sitting at the table, talking in low voices.

Hongye walked in with her head lowered and raised her hand. The maids behind her placed plates of delicious food on the table.

Hongye said respectfully: "Miss, these are carefully prepared for you by the kitchen."

At this time, Hu Xiaoman looked at the plates of delicious food on the table and completely lost his appetite.

Every dish here is filled with resentment.

Yang Rui, who was sitting opposite, had already picked up the chopsticks and wanted to pick up the big chicken leg in the middle.

Hu Xiaoman frowned slightly.

Can’t Fourth Brother see the resentment floating on these foods?

Hu Xiaoman reached out and took the chicken leg into his bowl.

"Fourth Brother, I love this chicken leg."

"Just take it easy. You had diarrhea the past two days."

"Master told you to starve for two days, so don't eat."

Yang Rui's hand holding the chopsticks paused slightly.

Hu Xiaoman tore the chicken legs on the plate into pieces, but did not put any of them into his mouth.

Hongye, who was standing by, was very confused.

Why don’t you eat, miss?

These dishes were the young lady’s favorite in the past.

She did everything strictly according to the lady's requirements.

Could it be that the lady thinks the food today is not good enough?

At this time, Hongye stood nervously aside, holding the handkerchief tightly.

Hu Xiaoman noticed her expression. She turned around slowly and said to Hongye with a smile, "Hongye, how are these dishes made?"

Hongye raised her head in shock and met Hu Xiaoman's puzzled eyes, then immediately lowered her head.

She stammered, "Miss, these dishes are made strictly according to your requirements."

"Miss, is it not to your liking?"

"If I have done anything wrong, please tell Hongye, Miss."

"Hongye, I'll ask the kitchen to prepare another table for the young lady and the young master."

Seeing Hongye so nervous, Hu Xiaoman pressed his temple lightly with his hand, with a hint of doubt on his face.

"Hongye, the young lady accidentally hit her head on the carriage while going out this time, and her memory is a little bad."

"So, Miss has forgotten many things."

"Can you tell me, miss, how you make these dishes?"

Why is there so much resentment floating around in every dish?

If you eat this, you will die!

No, if a normal person eats this dish, he will indeed die. His whole body will be entangled with resentment, and eventually the nightmare will deepen and he will be scared to death.

But if an abnormal person, someone who needs this kind of resentment, eats it, perhaps their cultivation will increase.

Thinking of this, Hu Xiaoman's heart skipped a beat.

This young lady from the Lin family is probably not a normal person!

That’s right, why would a normal person paint such a picture on the wall of his room?

A hint of doubt flashed in Hongye's eyes as she knelt on the ground.

However, she still stammered, "Miss, Miss usually requires us to use specific water to wash the ingredients when cooking."

"After washing, it needs to be steamed with the lady's special water."

"The young lady said that the water is 'holy water' given to you by the master."

"So every time a dish is cooked with 'holy water', the lady really, really likes it."

Hu Xiaoman: "Oh, I see. I kind of remember it now."

"I really want to drink that 'holy water' now. Go get me a bowl."