When Xun Yunliu lay on the bed obediently and was stripped of all her clothes by Sheng Shuiyu, her face was already blank.

A faint smell of blood quickly filled the bed surrounded by a tent and spread.

Xun Yunliu knew that Sheng Shuiyu's quirks in the bed were about to be revealed again.

They rarely had sex, and most of the time, Sheng Shuiyu was more interested in ghosts, so he rarely touched her.

But he didn't mean to snub her, on the contrary, he had always been kind to her.

Except for this one.

When Sheng Shuiyu occasionally rises, he will kiss her in place of the more intimate thing that husband and wife do more often.

But this kind of kiss of his, for a long time after Xun Yunliu just married into the Sheng Mansion, undoubtedly became the beginning of Xun Yunliu's nightmare.

Xun Yunliu spent a year for this to get used to Sheng Shuiyu's extremely perverted kiss.

The red and rich blood with a thick ghost aura slowly soaked over Xun Yunliu's lips at this time, and slid all the way down Xun Yunliu's cheeks, dripping on the clean pillow.

The blood flowers gradually smeared on the brocade.

The thicker and thicker bloody breath stimulated the wheezing of the water feather in the tent to gradually become heavier.

Xun Yunliu's two petaled lips were stained bright red by the blood of the ghosts, like a gorgeous bewitching flower blooming in clusters, flashing with a charming dark light in the dim bed tent.

Sheng Shuiyu had leaned down, his lips pressed tightly against the pair of reds, his lips constantly tossing and rolling on them, filling every corner between his lips and teeth with ghostly blood.

For him, the kissing process is like another form of in-depth exploration of ghosts.

It is a kind of spiritual extreme way to give him pleasure.

Surrounded by the smell of ghostly blood, a newly-blooming flower is ravaged, causing it to swell and swell until its skin breaks, and when another stream of fresh blood oozes out, the sadistic feast ends.

Xun Yunliu only felt that her lips were hot with pain, she turned her head slightly, and looked at the flower garden outside the window with empty eyes.

In the flower garden, the orchid still bloomed in the sun, so pure that it was not polluted at all.

A line of clear tears rolled out from the corners of Xun Yunliu's eyes, and then mixed with the blood stains on the pillow.

Afterwards, the two lay flat on the bed, covered with quilts, and rested for a short time.

Xun Yunliu's face had returned to calm.

"My mother told me again today about the birth of an heir. Sheng Shuiyu rarely took the initiative to bring up this topic.

Xun Yunliu's eyes moved.

She slowly turned her head and looked at Sheng Shuiyu beside her, and saw that his skin was not as white as a living person, and his eyes, which were cold even if they looked at him in the daytime, were staring at her for a moment.

"Do you want it?" she asked him.

Sheng Shuiyu's gaze moved to her swollen lips, and she was silent for a moment.

Then, suddenly, he sat up and said, "You have a little rest, there is still an hour or two before lunch." ”

After saying that, he got up and went down.

Xun Yunliu wanted to get up and serve him to change his clothes, but he reached out and pressed him back.

"Husband still wants to go out?" Xun Yunliu asked.

"Nope. Sheng Shui Yujing changed into the black wide-sleeved brocade robe embroidered with red thread dark lines.

"The Ghost Temple, Dali Temple and the General's Mansion, what the three parties failed to do, I didn't want to do it. Sheng Shuiyu continued.

He looked a little smug when he said this.

That's why he's in a good mood when he comes back today.

Xun Yunliu's hand on the brocade quilt was slightly together.

She asked casually, "Is my husband going to a private prison?"

Sheng Shuiyu glanced at her: "Not bad." ”

Soon, his clothes had been changed, and before he went out, he leaned over and pecked Xun Yunliu's swollen lips again, and then went out to leave.

Xun Yunliu reached out and touched her lower lips, and a trace of bitterness poured out from the corners of her mouth.

Seeing Sheng Shuiyu's figure gradually walking away, Xun Yunliu's expression suddenly froze.

She quickly got up and changed her clothes, and did not allow her maid to change, and went out of the courtyard alone.

The direction she went was exactly the same as the direction Sheng Shuiyu had gone after leaving just now, and the destination was the same-

The Sheng Mansion is a private prison where hundreds of ghosts are kept.

That place is a place that Sheng Shuiyu must go to every day, and Xun Yunliu has secretly followed him once or twice out of curiosity.

She followed her again today, but it was because of what Sheng Shuiyu said before leaving-

"The Ghost Temple, Dali Temple and the General's Mansion, what the three parties failed to do, I didn't want to do it. ”

She vaguely felt that Sheng Shuiyu went to a private prison, and I was afraid that it had something to do with this matter.

After half a pillar of incense, Xun Yunliu returned.

Her face was a little whiter than before, as if she had just been frightened for a short time.

After entering the house, the little maid Alan greeted her, she looked at Xun Yunliu with some doubts, and asked with concern, "Third young lady, what's wrong with you?"

Xun Yunliu shook her head slightly hastily, and whispered to Alain, "Come and grind it for me." ”

After speaking, he walked briskly towards the study.

In the study, after she quickly finished writing a letter, she handed it to Alan and cautiously explained to her: "Send it to the Three Princes' Mansion immediately, be careful not to be discovered." ”

Alan was stunned for a moment, and then quickly took it: "Yes." ”

In the mansion of the three princes, the three princes were sitting in the study reading a letter in their hands, which was the one that Xun Yunliu asked Alan to send.

After reading the letter, he folded it back and put it aside, picked up a pen and wrote down a letter, and then called a servant to send him out of the house.

However, when the third prince explained where the little servant was going, he deliberately lowered his voice, which made Gu Yong, who was standing on the side, unable to hear a word.

After the little servant left with the letter, the third prince suddenly asked Gu Yong beside him, "Mr. Gu, do you want to know what the letter says?"

Gu Yong looked ahead, and when the third prince read the letter, he deliberately avoided his gaze, and did not dare to glance in the direction of the letter, for fear that the third prince would be suspicious.

So when the third prince asked this sentence, Gu Yong had a momentary pause.

He then bowed down and replied, "Your Highness is laughing. ”

The third prince pressed the folded book letter into a roll of bamboo slips, and then his fingers tapped lightly on the surface of the bamboo slips, and said, "The identity of the ghost who used the skin painting technique to haunt him before has been found out." ”

When Gu Yong heard this, his expression was stunned again.

"I just asked someone to send a letter to the Sheng Mansion in your tone and your handwriting, and informed the Sheng Lord of the news. The third prince said again.

Gu Yong's expression froze for a moment after hearing the latter sentence.

The two layers of deep meaning hidden in the words of the third prince made him quickly feel a cold chill on his body.

It turned out that he had already secretly communicated with Shanda himself!

But why did he tell Shanda about the ghosts that used the Skin Painting Technique?

Especially in your own name?

Gu Yong's heart turned over for a while.