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Grass and Trees Turn into Blood
Suspense草木成血
It's Jiuli
The unboxing live broadcast at three o'clock in the morning turned into a death live broadcast-- When Cheng Li used his ancestral gilt scissors to cut open the unnamed express, a Qing Dynasty palace doll slowly sat up from the scarlet satin. The glazed eyes reflected the barrage all over the screen, and the dark iris pattern on the hem of the doll's cheongsam was exactly the same as the birthmark on her palm. The assistant designer suddenly grabbed his throat, and at the moment indigo blood oozed from his fingers, a barrage flashed across the live broadcast room: "Daughter of the Cheng family, it's time to pay off your debt." In the surveillance video of the funeral home, the doll soaked in plant dye is crawling. The traces of wet hair spread from the morgue to Cheng Li's studio, and the corpse emerging from the dye vat was wrapped with faded concentric knots around its neck - just like the bride who committed suicide while wearing a wedding dress dyed with madder in the 1923 massacre at Cheng's dye house. The ciphered ledger left behind by the grandfather reveals the truth: the blood of the eldest daughter of each generation of the Cheng family is a curse that will never fade away from the secret color of the dyeing workshop. When the faces of the Republic of China bride and Cheng Li overlapped in the mirror, blue blood oozed from the bottom of the dye vat. "The scent of grass and trees you think is the smell of three hundred corpses." The costume puppet master chuckled between the beams. The silk thread in his hand was threading through Cheng Li's birthmark. "Cheng Moqing poisoned the entire clan in exchange for his freedom. It is you who should fill the debt into the dye vat." When the last insider was reduced to ashes in the sea of fire, Cheng Li pressed his palm into the ancestral dye-- The resentful soul from a hundred years ago awakened in her blood. The moment the indigo flames engulfed the old dyehouse, she finally saw clearly the words erased by cinnabar in the last line of the genealogy: "Those who use blood to enter color will be forever reborn in reincarnation."
The unboxing live broadcast at three o'clock in the morning turned into a death live broadcast-- When Cheng Li used his ancestral gilt scissors to cut open the unnamed express, a Qing Dynasty palace doll slowly sat up from the scarlet satin. The glazed eyes reflected the barrage all over the screen, and the dark iris pattern on the hem of the doll's cheongsam was exactly the same as the birthmark on her palm. The assistant designer suddenly grabbed his throat, and at the moment indigo blood oozed from his fingers, a barrage flashed across the live broadcast room: "Daughter of the Cheng family, it's time to pay off your debt." In the surveillance video of the funeral home, the doll soaked in plant dye is crawling. The traces of wet hair spread from the morgue to Cheng Li's studio, and the corpse emerging from the dye vat was wrapped with faded concentric knots around its neck - just like the bride who committed suicide while wearing a wedding dress dyed with madder in the 1923 massacre at Cheng's dye house. The ciphered ledger left behind by the grandfather reveals the truth: the blood of the eldest daughter of each generation of the Cheng family is a curse that will never fade away from the secret color of the dyeing workshop. When the faces of the Republic of China bride and Cheng Li overlapped in the mirror, blue blood oozed from the bottom of the dye vat. "The scent of grass and trees you think is the smell of three hundred corpses." The costume puppet master chuckled between the beams. The silk thread in his hand was threading through Cheng Li's birthmark. "Cheng Moqing poisoned the entire clan in exchange for his freedom. It is you who should fill the debt into the dye vat." When the last insider was reduced to ashes in the sea of fire, Cheng Li pressed his palm into the ancestral dye-- The resentful soul from a hundred years ago awakened in her blood. The moment the indigo flames engulfed the old dyehouse, she finally saw clearly the words erased by cinnabar in the last line of the genealogy: "Those who use blood to enter color will be forever reborn in reincarnation."