The sun was shining outside, but there seemed to be something inside the house, and the sun couldn't shine in.

Zhou Ye was just an ordinary person, and he couldn't feel the fluctuation of his mental power here, so the moment he opened the door, he only instinctively felt a little uncomfortable.

But Song Qingxiao is different, she has entered the trial of God three times, and she is on the edge of death, and she is very sensitive to that kind of death.

When Zhou Ye pushed the door open, an evil thought leaked out of the door, and the suppressed feeling was like a dense needle, and when it hit her, her body was stimulated, and the spiritual power in her body began to run instinctively.

There was something strange about this room, and her divine sense was released at the first time, and it spread to every corner and location of the room.

To be honest, Song Qingxiao has experienced the dead and bloody scenes several times, and he has already had a certain resistance to this in his heart.

But this is the first time she has encountered this kind of ethereal ghost and god theory, and the feeling is both exciting and novel.

Obviously, only herself and Zhou Ye were in the house, but she just felt that there was another weird and eerie divine consciousness here.

It was like the second time I entered the trial space, and I saw the doctor who had been killed by myself reappear in the first trial.

Every hair on his body stood on end, and after the spiritual power was activated, a faint frost mist appeared on the surface of his body, causing the already cold temperature in the room to drop suddenly and even lower.

A wave of malice came from all directions, formless and incorporeal, as if it was spying on them from any corner of the room, and as if shouting for them to 'get out'!

Zhou Ye only felt that in an instant, the temperature in the room dropped by more than ten degrees, and he shivered, feeling that there was indeed some evil in his heart.

One moment I thought the light was bright in the room, but then I felt like a cloud floating out of thin air, blocking the sunlight and making the light in the room dim all at once.

At this moment, a subtle wind slowly blew, and the blackout white folded curtains were stirred and hit the floor-to-ceiling glass, making a rhythmic 'click, click, click' sound.

The house is empty, the windows are locked, and where does the wind come from?

Obviously, the temperature in the house was extremely low, and Zhou Ye's back seemed to be flooded at this moment, and sweat rushed out, soaking the shirt inside.

The moment the white folded curtain swayed, the mottled yellow dots on it seemed to come to life, shaking and moving, becoming more and more eye-catching and bright, and the light reflected on the white and dazzling walls around the room, as if at this moment, there was a tent of blood pouring in, as if it wanted to sprinkle every corner of the room!

The walls, roofs, and curtains were full of red blood spots, and the moment these blood stains appeared, a sweet and greasy smell poured into the noses of the two people, like the fragrance of flowers, but with the light spots in the room, it seemed to be disgusting blood!

"Ahh

Zhou Ye couldn't help but let out a terrible scream, "Blood ......"

Song Qingxiao hadn't encountered a 'ghost' yet, and that weird, cold divine sense tried to surround her and Zhou Ye.

But she is different from Zhou Ye, in addition to the fact that she has seen life and death, her spiritual power has been tempered several times, and the foundation has been laid, and this kind of attack method is not even comparable to the spiritual power ability who died under her last night for her!

That divine consciousness was blocked by her, unable to invade her sea of consciousness and cause hallucinations.

"Carving insect skills!"

Song Qingxiao guarded the sea of knowledge, and the divine sense converged into a bundle and stabbed at the cold aura that surrounded him.

This method of attack was something she had learned from the person who had attacked her spiritual power ability yesterday, and at this time, that spiritual power was stabbed by her and quickly collapsed.

Zhou Ye was still screaming, he saw blood all around, and the end of his nose was a suffocating smell of blood, and fear almost crushed his nerves.

"Ahhh......h

At this time, Song Qingxiao's voice suddenly sounded in his mind: "Hmph! ”

This cold snort was like a thunderclap on the ground, shaking Zhou Ye, who was in a frightened mood, back to reality.

A frosty aura dispersed the cold in the room as Song Qing snorted coldly.

This coldness is different from the previous gloom, the previous chill was more like a weird, distorted and terrifying malice, and at this time, this coldness is like frost and snow, with coldness, making people's thoughts clear in an instant!

"There is a ghost ......" Zhou Ye trembled violently, and once he came to his senses, he couldn't help but shout:

"Miss Song, there are ghosts!"

At this moment, he forgot that he was still a man, and the bizarre encounter before made his upper and lower teeth collide non-stop, making a 'gurgling' crashing sound, and Zhou Ye didn't feel ashamed at this time, and even under the effect of fear, he couldn't hide in Song Qingxiao's back.

"Where the hell?"

Song Qing glanced at him, the spiritual power just now had a deep impact on him, his face was blue and white, cold sweat was dripping down his forehead, sliding down his cheeks, converging at his chin, 'ticking' and falling on the shirt on his neckline, and after a while, his clothes were blurred with a large cloud of wet marks.

Zhou Ye was stunned for a moment, he resisted fear and looked down at Song Qingxiao, her expression was calm, and the excessively long bangs still half blocked her eyes.

"Just ...... Blood ...... "After being frightened, Zhou Ye seemed to have three souls and seven spirits before he reluctantly returned to his body, and he was a little unsharp in his speech.

Song Qing urinated and bent the corners of her mouth, "Where is there any blood?" ”

Zhou Ye instinctively pointed to the curtain, "That's ......"

But as he pointed his fingers, there were still only a few uncleaned pale yellow spots on the curtains, and the very white-painted walls were plain and clean, without blood splattered.

"It's just roses blooming downstairs." Song Qing looked at his dumbfounded appearance and opened his mouth to speak.

That strange divine sense had been temporarily forced back by her, and what made Song Qingxiao feel a little headache was that this thing didn't know where to hide.

Her consciousness filled the room, and she couldn't feel the malice anymore.

But this thing is indeed obvious, and it is only temporarily retreating at this time, and it may still be hiding somewhere, 'staring' at the two of them.

Zhou Ye's face was unusually ugly, and the light in the room was indeed bright, unlike the dim and gloomy ones he had seen before, the red roses that were just right downstairs were reflected on the white screen through the refraction of the floor-to-ceiling glass, combined with those pale yellow spots, which may have given him the illusion that there were blood stains left on the curtains.

What he smelled at the end of his nose again was not the smell of blood, but the sweet fragrance of flowers, which may have been blown in along the door without closing the door when he entered the house.

His reason told him so, and Song Qingxiao said the same thing, but Zhou Ye remembered the scene he had 'seen' before, and he was still cold, and he didn't dare to stay in this room any longer.

"Miss Song, you've already seen the house, why don't we leave here first and then talk?"

He felt that this room gave him a very uncomfortable feeling, and he just wanted to leave quickly.

Song Qingxiao entered the room and stood by the window.

Her figure was stretched by the sun, Zhou Ye was both panicked and anxious, and he waited hard, watching her touch left and right, and then went into the dressing room and bathroom, this short two or three minutes of work was as difficult for him as torture.