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In her dreams, the old lady thought she saw a string of familiar golden bells. It was the golden bell she had given to Si Xiang. He had always been carried around by Si Xiang, but the monk in the temple had said that the golden bell could lock down one's life …

In the dream, she wanted to grab the golden bell, but she couldn't touch it no matter how hard she tried.

She ran after it, but she could not reach the golden bell.

Only when the golden bell landed with a bang did it shatter into pieces.

The old lady woke up from her dream.

He was sweating profusely. When he woke up, he realized that the windows were all open and the curtains were flying in the night breeze.

The old lady was slightly displeased. Shui Sang had served her for so many years, yet he had become so old that he even forgot to close the window.

"Shui Sang!" "Water Mulberry!" The old lady got up and called out, and as she did so she went to the window and began to close it.

Shui Sang was sleeping right next door. When the old lady called out, she immediately ran over. However, he didn't expect to see such a large window open, "Old lady, the old lady had her servant come. Please lie down first."

"What's going on? It was clearly locked earlier." Shui Sang asked in bewilderment as he closed the window. He lowered his head and checked the bolts on the windows one by one. They were all intact and the wind could not blow on them.

"I've really seen a ghost." Shui Sang complained softly as he turned his head to light a candle on the bedside, afraid that the old lady wouldn't be able to see him fall.

The speaker has no heart, the listener has no heart.

The old lady suddenly thought of that dream and felt that something was amiss. She had never dreamed of Si Xiang before, so why did she suddenly dream about Si Xiang tonight?

Could it be that Si Xiang had something to say to him?

As she thought about it, the old lady nervously patted Shui Sang. "Go and light all the candles in the room."

Shui Sang looked at the strange expression on the old lady's face, but did not ask anything. He turned around and started to light the candles one by one.

When they reached the desk, Shui Sang's expression was somewhat stiff.

When the old lady saw Shui Sang's expression, she could tell that he was not ordinary, "What's wrong?"

Shui Sang raised his hand and continued lighting the candles, then he said, "Old granny, someone has used this ink."

Startled, the old lady got up from the bed and rushed to the table. Sure enough, the paper on the table was spread out, and the pen with the dripping ink was placed at the side. Inside the inkstone was a freshly grinded ink.

She remembered that no one had touched it before she went to bed.

The old lady's fingertip twined lightly as she reached under the paperweight and pulled out the piece of paper. However, the paper was as smooth as new and there were no words on it at all.

The old man who was over a hundred years old trembled as he looked at Shui Sang with the paper in his hand. His heart was filled with complex emotions, as well as hope.

She hoped it was Si Xiang who came to tell her the news, but she didn't dare to believe so easily. After all, there was nothing on this piece of paper.

After a long time, the old lady finally opened her mouth and said, "Ah, Shui Sang, I dreamt of Xiang'er."

In comparison, Shui Sang was much more clear-headed.

Hearing the old lady's words, he immediately associated it with what she was thinking.

Taking the paper from the old lady, Shui Sang examined it again. Without any words, Shui Sang calmed down and comforted the old lady, "There are no words on this paper, maybe someone is just trying to be mysterious."

The old lady didn't know if she should believe it or not. The hand holding the paper loosened, and the paper fell to the ground. The old lady sat by the bed, tears streaming down her face. "Xiang'er, did you come to see me?"

Shui Sang looked at the table a few more times. The ink in the inkstone had just been ground and the brush had not dried yet. If someone was playing tricks on him, that person should not have gone far!

While he was thinking, Shui Sang walked out of the house and called for a few servants.

"Call everyone to stand guard in the courtyard. You are only allowed to enter and you are not allowed to leave. Any suspicious people are brought here! "

After finishing all the arrangements, Shui Sang ran back into the house to comfort the old lady.

The old lady was already in tears as she leaned against the bed. "Xiang'er, is it you? Are you wronged?!"

Seeing the old lady in such a sorry state, Shui Sang could only constantly console her. "Old lady, someone must be playing tricks on you. Miss Si Xiang thinks of the old lady as a relative, so how could she scare you?"

Unfortunately, the old lady could not bear to listen to him anymore. She could only pick up the piece of paper without any words and cry bitterly.

"Xiang'er, what grievances do you have? Just go and dream with me!"

"Even if my wife were to sacrifice her life, it would still be for you."

Tears filled her eyes. The old lady buried her head in the water, unable to control herself.

Shui Sang's body suddenly trembled, and the temperature of his body instantly dropped.

"Old granny …" Shui Sang squeezed out the words from his throat, his voice trembling.

It was an emotion of fear. The old lady seemed to have received a message as she turned her head abruptly. She saw the red word on the piece of paper she threw on the ground.

Save me...

Those two words were blood-red. Save me!

The two large hairpins were in common use by Si Xiang.

It was bright red, as if it was written in blood. There were traces of blood flowing from the edges of the character.

Shui Sang stiffly turned his head. She clearly saw that the brush was dipped in black ink, so how could it be a red word.

There were no words before, so why did it suddenly appear after the old lady finished speaking?

Shui Sang was so scared that his entire body was trembling. The old lady was not scared at all. She rushed over to pick up the paper and hugged it, crying bitterly.

She knew that this must be a message from Si Xiang.

She knew that there must be some sort of injustice behind Si Xiang's death.

The old lady held the paper in her arms and handed it to Shui Sang to look at. "Look, Xiang'er has brought a message for me!" She told me to save her! She told me to save her! "

"She must have been tortured to death. She must have had a bad time down there …"

About what happened to Si Xiang, how he died, and the causes and effects. Everyone was hiding it from her. She knew nothing. But now she knew that her Xiang'er had been tortured before she died.

After dying, he would also be bullied by other ghosts.

She was asking for his help!

The old lady grabbed Shui Sang, her mood agitated, "I want to seek justice for Xiang'er!"

Shui Sang was still in a state of fear, but he didn't come out for a while. He could only stare at the old lady's almost crazed state of mind. After a long time, she finally recovered and comforted the excited old lady.

She still couldn't believe it was a ghost.

Or, rather, she couldn't believe it.

Strange strength, ghosts and gods, they were just too scary.

Shui Sang comforted himself, "Old granny, don't be so agitated yet. Maybe someone did it on purpose."

What was he trying to do?

Shui Sang was also panicking furiously. Could it be that someone had purposely let a white piece of paper appear in front of them?

This was beyond her understanding.

Shui Sang was extremely scared.

In the midst of his panic, a touch of gold flashed past Shui Sang's eyes at the corner of the table.

The old lady noticed it earlier than Shui Sang, and could recognize it with a glance.

It was a golden bell! It was the golden bell she had personally given to Si Xiang!

The old lady trembled as she took out the golden bell, afraid that she would lose her treasure.

Shui Sang's facial expression changed drastically.

She recognized that golden bell. That was the golden bell that was often worn on Si Xiang's body!