There is a storyteller in Gusu City. The storyteller often carries a white cloth flag, which is blown by the wind. On the front it says "This is what I hear" and on the back it says "I hear it".

Storytellers often tell stories when the sun sets, because in this way, more people will come to listen to the books.

A young child asked the storyteller what it meant.

The storyteller said with a smile.

"I heard these stories from hearsay, you can just listen to them."

"So, today's story is like this..." The storyteller recounted this story.

"But there is a large family in Luting City. The family's surname is Lin. Lin is very philanthropic, and his wife is also kind-hearted. Lin has taken two concubines, but they have nothing to live with, only Yuan Wai.

Mrs. Lin gave birth to a baby girl. She originally wanted to name the child Lin Xi, which means "rare", because this is the couple's only child. However, the child is a girl anyway, and it would be too unpleasant to call her Lin Xi.

It happened that a traveling Taoist priest named Qin Anyi passed by. The Taoist priest was a guest at the Lin family's house. It happened that the daughter of the Lin family was born, so the Taoist told the fortune of the daughter of the Lin family. He calculated that Miss Lin's fate was short of water, so Lin Yuanwai told this "

The word "rare" was replaced with the word "brook"."

"It's a coincidence that just a few years after Lin Xi was born, Lin Yuan's family had a new baby, two big fat boys. Both of them were very pink and white.

He is a handsome man."

"Isn't Miss Linxi pretty?" the children in the village asked the storyteller.

"Yes, Miss Lin Xi is very beautiful. Miss Lin Xi has been a beauty since she was a child, but this Miss Lin Xi is different from others." The storyteller pretended.

"What's wrong?" the boy chewing grass roots asked curiously.

"Misses from other rich families all love female celebrities, reading novels, or dreaming about the world, but Miss Lin likes to make clay figurines. The clay figurines she makes are lifelike. Except for the color and size of the clay figurines, they are just like real people." Storyteller

The man took a sip of the tea given by the teahouse owner Cheng Xi, "It was a clay figurine that brought Miss Lin's death."

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"Miss, the master wants you to marry Wan Jinyuan." Xiaodie, the maid, said to Lin Xi, her expression full of worry, "The Wan family has hired a matchmaker to arrange the marriage."

The Wan family is one of the top wealthy families in Luting City.

"My parents' orders, the matchmaker's words, I'm just a prostitute, I can't resist such a fate." Although Lin Xi was helpless, she had no choice but to continue holding the clay figurine.

"But Miss, you can only be a child when you marry, and he is not a good person with ten thousand gold yuan. He often hangs out in brothels and gambling houses, and he is brothers with low-class people. I am afraid that Miss, you will be bullied when you marry.

"Xiaodie said worriedly.

"I can't help it, I'm just a prostitute after all." Lin Xi smiled sweetly, indescribably sad.

"Miss..." Xiaodie wiped her tears.

...

"After that, Miss Lin married Wan Jinyuan. Although Wan Jinyuan was born with a good skin, his wealth was ruined and he wandered in brothels and gambling houses. The concubines in the family were all famous brothels, but this

But it did not prevent him from sleeping in Miss Lin's wing every night, so the eldest wife became angry." The storyteller continued.

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"Wan Lang, why do you always go to Miss Lin's wing?" Xu Yunian, the first wife of the first house, asked the person next to her in a resentful tone.

"Because she is younger than you." Wan Jinyuan said in a daze.

"Is it just because you are young?" Xu Yunian had a trace of viciousness on her resentful face.

The next day, Xu Yunian took the evil servant to Lin Xi's wing.

"My sister has been in our Wanfu for a while. As a sister, I should also teach you the rules in Wanfu." Xu Yunian said.

"Please teach me, sister." Lin Xi said respectfully.

"First rule, you must say hello when you see the eldest brother, otherwise you will be slapped." Xu Yunian said, then raised her hand and slapped Lin Xi's cheek.

A crisp sound rang out, and Lin Xi covered her red and swollen cheeks with tears in her eyes.

"Since this is your first offense, I will spare you. Remember this rule in the future."

"Miss!" The loyal servant Xiaodie saw that his young lady was being bullied and hurriedly protected Lin Xi.

"Where did this lowly maid come from, Zhang Zui."

...

"That day, Xiaodie was beaten to death, and Lin Xi was often abused by Xu Yunian." The storyteller said, "Wan Jinyuan saw Lin Xi being humiliated and did not take care of it. However, the more injuries Lin Xi suffered, the more Wan Jinyuan

Jin Yuan went to Lin Xi's wing less often, and Xu Yunian became more vicious when he saw this."

"Why is this woman so evil-hearted?" After hearing this, the village women scolded Xu Yunian one after another.

"That's right, such a woman has such a vicious heart, has she taken too much poison?" the young man also said.

"But this is not a fatal disaster," the storyteller said.

...

Although Lin Xi was locked in a boudoir, she could still sneak out. That day, she met a monk.

The monk was slovenly. Although he was young, his monk's clothes were full of patches. The monk's name was Kong, and Kong gave Lin Xi a piece of green mud.

"I heard that Miss Lin likes to make clay figurines, so the poor monk will give this piece of clay to Miss Lin." After the monk finished speaking, he disappeared.

Only then did Miss Lin realize that she had met an expert from another world. Holding Niba in her arms, Miss Lin returned to Wanfu.

She looked at the clay in her hand and then started squeezing it.

"The eyes should be bigger and the bridge of the nose should be higher..." Lin Xi pinched the clay figurine. She pinched out the image of her husband in her mind. It was a handsome young man, but the carving knife accidentally cut her hand.

Lin Xi's blood dripped on the clay figurine, and a blood-red mark appeared on the clay figurine's back, like a birthmark.

Lin Xi called the clay man his "lover".

"But you can't have a name, lover, Qing...then let's call you Qingmang." Lin Xi named the clay figurine.

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"Whenever Lin Xi was abused by Xu Yunian, Lin Xi would hold Qing Mang and tell her pain and lovesickness. Lin Xi already regarded Qing Mang as her husband." The storyteller said.

"But it was Qingmang who caused Lin Xi's death."

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"Wan Lang, I suspect that Lin Xi is having an affair with an outsider. My servant told me that Lin Xi chants a name every night, which is Qingmang." Xu Yunian blew the wind on his pillow.

"What?!" Wan Jinyuan suddenly woke up after hearing this.

The furious Wan Jinyuan rushed to Lin Xi's wing with his servants, and angrily pushed the door open and entered.

At this time, Lin Xi was holding Qing Mang, and she looked at Wan Jinyuan's hideous and twisted face in horror.

"Okay, you are indeed having an affair with someone else and stealing someone behind my back!" Wan Jinyuan kicked Lin Xi hard.

"Hand over the clay figurine in your hand." Xu Yunian said coldly, her tone full of pride.

"No." Although the pain was unbearable, Lin Xi still refused to hand over Qingmang.

"If you don't hand it over, right? If you don't hand it over, then beat her until she hands it over. I'll do it." Wan Jinyuan cursed angrily.

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"Sir, please stop drinking tea. What happened next?" the girl with braids urged the storyteller.

"Later..." the storyteller put down the teapot, "Later, Miss Lin Xi passed away and her soul returned to the underworld."

"Ah?" The girl's face was full of disbelief.

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"Young... Young Master, she... she's not moving..." the servants said in horror.

"Oh, if you die, you will die. The adulterer and adulterer should have been soaked in the pig cage. It's not our fault that she died early. If she is to blame, blame her herself." Wan Jinyuan snorted coldly, "Bring that clay figurine over here.

, I want to see what that adulterer looks like."

The servant grabbed the clay figurine in Lin Xi's hand, and it took a lot of effort to pull the clay figurine down. The clay figurine's body was stained with Lin Xi's blood.

"Hey, pretty boy." Wan Jinyuan took the clay figurine, looked at its face, and then threw the clay figurine heavily onto Lin Xi's body.

"Find someone to draw this clay figurine's face tomorrow, and you guys throw her body into a mass grave." Wan Jinyuan ordered his servants.

So, several servants dragged Lin Xi's body to the mass grave.

No one could notice that a drop of blood and tears fell from the clay figurine's eyes.

When the servant came back, he found that the clay figurine was actually moving.

The clay figure climbed over the window and escaped from Wanfu.

"Monster...monster!" screams came from Wanfu.

Mass grave.

The clay figurine looked at Lin Xi's body and shed tears of blood.

Qingmang's body exuded a green light, and the light enveloped Lin Xi's body. After that, Lin Xi's body returned to its original state, but there was no warmth.

Qing Mang kept shedding blood and tears. He was only the size of a palm, dragging Lin Xi's body step by step, dragging Lin Xi to a clean place without other corpses.
To be continued...