Crowds of onlookers under the private building.

The two policemen took out a set of white cloths from the police car on the side, gently covered the corpse on the ground, and then turned their heads to persuade the two girls next to them who were already crying like tears.

"The deceased is gone, don't be too sad, let's clean up her body first. ”

Originally, according to the regulations, strangers should not be allowed to enter this kind of scene. But looking at the two flower girls crying like cuckoos crying blood, no one could bear to drive them away ruthlessly, but comforted them softly and gently as much as possible.

Among the crowd of onlookers, many elderly people couldn't bear to look at this

The scene of sorrow, turned around and quietly left.

"What a sin, such a young doll, why can't you think about it?"

On the opposite side of the scene, two people who were originally a little tense suddenly turned their eyes together and looked over.

"This, what's going on?"

Lin Baiying subconsciously exclaimed.

In the eyes of his spell and spiritual vision, at this moment, countless blood-colored words that leaked an ominous aura suddenly emerged from the two crying girls.

Blink of an eye.

The eyes, ears, cheeks, foreheads, necks, arms, and everywhere they could see were covered with these blood-colored handwritings, without exception.

"Fierce"

"Dead"

"Death"

"Extinguish"

and other malicious and ominous handwriting kept winding and circling on their bodies, densely stacked together, making people feel cold.

"What the hell is this?"

Lin Baiying painstakingly recalled all kinds of stories and secrets she had heard and seen, and wanted to find out what happened to these two girls.

Just as he was thinking hard, a voice as thin as a mosquito ant but clear words came into Lin Baiying's ears.

"They're entangled in something dirty, or rather, cursed. If you want to save them, then you have to hurry, I see their lives like candles in the wind, I'm afraid time is running out. ”

Lin Baiying suddenly looked back, only to find that the mysterious person beside him had already left far away, and only his back was visible.

After looking at each other at the scene of the crime and the direction of the back of the person who had just left, he hesitated again and again, and finally decided to deal with the trouble at the crime scene first.

Putting aside the horror of that guy, Lin Baiying looked carefully at the two girls who were supporting each other, and shook her head secretly.

"These two are a big trouble, what the hell have they gotten into trouble, do you really want to ask for help from senior brother?"

......

Night.

"I'm back. ”

After an afternoon of buffering, Lin finally accepted the fact of Ami's death.

After saying goodbye to Meiling, she returned to the "thousand-foot mansion" that she had just moved into.

"You still know what time it's back, and you don't see what time it is. As soon as the door was opened, Mother Lin, who was wearing an apron, came up and said.

"How many times have you said it, you have to go home on time and go home on time, it's so messy outside, how unsafe you are a girl, don't you know that your Uncle Yang's neighbor's cousin's daughter is just because she went out to play at night, and now she doesn't see anyone dead or dead, there is no news, her mother is said to be crying blind, do you want me to cry blind!"

"Today is just an exception, Mom, don't bother me, okay. ”

Gillian replied, and with that, she walked towards her room, trying to calm down.

As everyone knows, this moment ignited Mother Lin's violent temper, and Mother Lin angrily pulled the door of her room and blocked it in front of the door.

"Okay, okay, now do you think I'm annoying, then why did you go there earlier? What are you doing back to this house, you go outside to be a little sister! I have worked so hard to raise you every day, you have hardened your wings now, don't you listen to me......

As she spoke, she looked like she was about to cry.

Gillian listened to the chatter in her mother's mouth, and the sadness, anger, and grievances in her heart

instantly surged into his heart, and subconsciously yelled at her.

"Ami is dead, I think it's okay to be quiet. ”

With that, she rushed into the room and slammed the door.

Mother Lin was stunned, a little unable to believe her ears, and asked Father Lin, who was reading the newspaper on the side, "Ami is dead?"

As she spoke, she knocked on the door to ask for clarification.

Seeing this, Dad Lin put down the newspaper in his hand, walked over and pulled her over, and said half-coaxingly, "Okay, okay, don't bother Gillian, let her rest for a while." ”

Mother Lin wanted to refute a few words, but in the end she gave up in Dad Lin's eye language, she snorted sullenly, and then walked to the kitchen and put the prepared meal into the thermos bucket.

in the room.

Gillian fell on her small bed and lay there straight, staring blankly at the ceiling, not knowing what she was thinking.

Without noticing, a wisp of gray-white yin qi rose faintly from her small bag still on the bed and disappeared into the room.

Mandarin Oriental Hotel Superior Rooms.

At this moment, the room was dark, and a cool breeze poured in through the wide open window, blowing a rattling sound in the room.

Zhang Jiao was lying on the single sofa with his head half-bent, facing the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, looking condescendingly at the brightly lit Kowloon Bay.

Wisps of gray-white yin qi continued to seep out of his facial features, drifting into the distance along the night wind.

In the girl's room dozens of miles away, after a long silence,

Gillian has slowly fallen asleep in sadness.

In her sleep, her eyebrows furrowed, she subconsciously tightened the quilt under her body, held it firmly in her arms, and her frowning brows stretched a little.

The moon shone in the sky, and the clear moonlight poured in through the narrow window, gilding the room with a layer of silver.

Outside her window, wisps of gray-white yin qi gathered into an illusory figure, slowly leaning over in the moonlight.

A pair of dead eyes, through the window, were staring at Gillian's sleeping posture, and never left for a moment.

Zhang Jiao stared at everything in the room, and didn't feel that there was anything wrong with running out of a girl's window in the middle of the night to stare at her sleep.

He was now half-human, half-ghost, and it was midnight, and the girl sleeping in the room seemed to him to be like a dead pork, not to mention that in his eyes, the sleeping girl had no temptation at all.

Countless blood-colored handwriting continued to spread from her body, crawling all over the room

, densely stacked on top of each other, the whole room seemed to be brushed with a layer of blood.

Zhang Jiao just stood outside the window like this, staring coldly at the increasingly strange room.

An hour, two hours...

Until three o'clock in the middle of the night, Gillian, who had been lying quietly on the bed, suddenly sat up in a daze, her eyes white.

Barefoot in circles in the small room, softly humming songs in a singular tune.

"Yu Linglang, Yu Linglang, buried next to the ancient road in the wilderness. There is no sacrifice at four o'clock and eight festivals, and there is nowhere to hide from the wind and rain. ”

In the strange minor tone, the blood-colored handwriting that filled the room fell off one after another, as if dissolved in water, and turned into a viscous liquid.

The blood grew thicker and thicker, and the color became heavier and heavier, until it became a mass of black liquid.

A strong stench permeated the room.

Like the smell of freshly spilled blood, and like the smell of old ink that has been left for a long time.

In the black liquid, a strange figure in a white robe burst out.

"You're in contact with a special ghost, Pen Immortal Jade Linglang. ”

Zhang Jiao listened to the sudden prompt sound in his ears, and carefully looked at the evil spirit that appeared in the room, wanting to see what was special about it and deserved to be specially prompted.

He's been in this mission world for so long, and it's the first time he's encountered something that has been specially prompted.

It couldn't see its face clearly, there were countless black handwriting on the white robe on its body that were constantly changing and rolling, and it was holding a jade-colored brush with a thick arm in its right hand, and the tip of the pen was red, and the drops of blood were crumbling and not falling.

Zhang Jiao's eyes widened, and his dead eyes were full of rare emotions.

Far away on the hotel's body, Fang Tian's edict was like a soldering iron, constantly flashing gilded vermilion luster in the center of his eyebrows.

He stared at the pen fairy Jade Linglang in front of him, full of greed.

But the other party didn't seem to notice him, and didn't pay any attention to his greedy gaze

, went straight to the girl.

Gillian involuntarily raised her head, closed her eyes tightly, her face was full of fear, and the corners of her mouth opened and closed rapidly, as if she was arguing with someone, but she didn't make a sound strangely.

Gradually, the speed at which the corners of the girl's mouth opened and closed gradually slowed down, so that she closed tightly, and her expression changed from panic to despair to nothingness, as if she had accepted her fate.

In front of her, the pen fairy Jade Linglang raised his right hand holding the brush and wrote a large vermilion character directly on her head.

"Die!"

The girl trembled all over, and then lay back on the bed, quiet as a dead corpse.