She's a ghost, she's long out of heart, and she can't feel cold.

Why do you feel cold all over her body at this moment, the pain in her chest is like water waves, hitting her one after another, about to drown her.

Qiong Yue's soul fluttered, looking at everything in front of her coldly.

The soaked and swollen body was still dripping with water, ticking and ticking, and two lines of blood and tears rolled down silently.

Soon, it evaporated.

Others can't tell her and Qiongyu, how can their biological father and mother not be able to tell the difference?

It's just that they don't say it, they'd rather turn a blind eye.

For the sake of his sister, in order to keep the wealth brought by the royal family.

Her parents sacrificed her like this, and years of family affection finally came to naught.

And her lover, who had promised to be good to her for the rest of her life, failed to recognize her.

Now he fulfilled his agreement, went with his beloved girl to enjoy the red plums blooming in winter, went boating on the lake, was poetic, took her on horseback, taught her to practice swords, and gave all the tenderness and love.

However, that person is not herself, not her An Qiongyue.

It's ridiculous when you think about it, it's ridiculous......

Now recalling every bit of the good they once had, it was a torture for her.

All the affection turned into a sharp blade in an instant, and the piercing heart suddenly hurt.

That purest emotion fell off the altar, was crushed into mud, and became filthy.

Qiong Yue showed a miserable smile, her face was full of fierce light, and her cold aura became heavier and heavier, as if she was about to rush out of her body.

The sky is gradually darkening, and tonight is the day of the soul.

The cold wind poured in from somewhere, blowing the falling snowflakes into the mourning hall.

I saw two wild thunders suddenly explode in mid-air, crackling, tearing the sky and splitting the two white lanterns hanging on the porch.

The mourning hall was already gloomy, and the light in the brazier was swaying, burning for a while, extinguishing for a while, and it was very weird.

Immediately afterwards, a strong wind blew the candles and incense altars in the hall upside down, and yellow paper money flew all over the sky.

The chanting of the monks became faster and faster, and the wooden fish was knocked on the clatter.

"Whew, whew......"

"Bang-"

The candle flame went out with a snap, and after a few quarters of an hour, it was lit again.

In the blurred vision, a red figure flashed, hair hanging down to the back, fluttering around in the wind, and slowly crawling on the ground with teeth bared.

A pair of eyes that are about to bulge out are glowing with blue and white colors.

The long hair stretched overwhelmingly, constantly tightening, tightening, exuding a rich rancid smell.

"Ahh

"What's going on?"

"Don't panic, don't panic."

Everyone was frightened by the sudden change, and they fled with their heads in their hands, and a few timid people had already fainted with fright.

Qiongyu's face turned pale, forcing herself to calm down, and the cold air blew through her collar, and she shivered from the cold.

Her back was so heavy that it seemed as if an unknown object was pressing on her body, making her back unable to lift her back at all.

The cold breath continued to enter her pores, and the chill rushing up from the soles of her feet, accompanied by a thin and weak voice, kept drifting.

"Sister, sister......"

"Sister ......"

Qiong Yu listened carefully, couldn't help but tremble, and stumbled to the ground.

It was Qiong Yue's voice, she had listened to it for more than ten years, and she would never admit her mistake.

"Cold ......"

"It's so cold......"

"Pond, pond ......"

It seemed to reflect her words, the wind blew even stronger, and the lightning in the sky "stabbed and stabbed".

Flashing and flashing, a miserable white face suddenly approached Qiongyu.

Half of the head was crooked, walking, clicking, and falling off.

Bright red blood spurted out, and there was still a residual temperature, dripping all over her face and neck.

On the broken bones, the bloody head was still stuck with the dagger that Qiongyu had used.

It passed through the center of the brain, and the orange-yellow fluid slowly flowed out of the wound.

The body was swollen and swollen, wrinkled in places, and there was no right palm or leg.

Unrecognizable appearance, eyes that widened because of unwillingness were full of bloodshots, and he couldn't look at him.

Qiongyu screamed again, her teeth chattering in horror, and her body moved back desperately.

"Sister, sister......"

"Mine, where's my head......"

"No ......"

"What, nothing......"

The two ghost claws kept groping, spreading their teeth and claws in mid-air, as if they couldn't see the head at their feet.

But the other end is still cooperating with her, constantly turning, and her mouth is open and closed.

"Why don't you give me your head......"

"Boom—"

The shrill sound cracked through the eardrums, and the leaves rustled like the howls of the demons of hell.

"Ahh

"Go away, go away!"

"Don't come to me......"

"Third brother, save me, save me......"

Qiongyu shrank in the corner, covering her head like crazy, tears falling from her eyes.

The nervous and dejected appearance makes anyone feel pitiful when they see it.

"Useless ......"

"No one can save your ......"

"Hehehe-"

A vague sigh sounded in the darkness, tinged with mockery.

Hearing this, she raised her head suddenly, her eyes were hazy with tears, she covered her ears with tears, and her body trembled even more.

"No, no, you're lying to me, you're lying to me......"

"Third brother, where are you, woo woo woo ......"

"Smack, smack, smack—"

Qiongyu slapped around desperately, and for a while, it seemed that everyone had disappeared.

In the silence, she was the only one left screaming in a hurry and helplessly.

The whole person floated and fell, as if he was sinking in water.

The space was cramped, and the tip of the nose was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The air was getting thinner, and a suffocating feeling enveloped her.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

Again and again, it seemed to knock on the dull mouth.

Listening carefully, it is a bit like the sound of footsteps, and a bit like the sound of smashing things with a hammer, which sounds inexplicably familiar.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Qiongyu's mind, and she immediately remembered it.

That day next to the lotus pond, it was she who carved the stone tablet with her own hands, smeared it with black dog blood, and nailed Qiongyue's stump to death with seven descendant nails......

That's the sound, it's the sound of a hammer and a nail cap coming together.

She was suddenly not afraid, and her eyes were very red.

There was a thick black gas on the skin, and the smoke swirled out, and there were faint green tendons bursting inside.

It's like layers of spider webs, spread out regularly, densely packed, and terrifying.

The originally beautiful eyebrows and eyes gradually blurred, and only a hideous and fierce red face loomed.

The eyes of the beast, like copper bells, sharp horns, and sharp wolf teeth, flashed one by one, and the fire of jealousy burned beside it, adding a bit of horror.

The shadow wailed, and rushed out, so caught off guard.

Qiongyu was taken aback, and soon her red lips were slightly hooked, and a cold expression appeared on her face.

The ghost face also laughed with her, and the bloody mouth opened slightly, and the more she laughed, the happier she became.

"Giggle......

"What if you're back now?"

"You are always my subordinate, and you will never be able to turn over!"

After shouting the last sentence, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength and went straight down.

As soon as she finished speaking, a faint and resentful voice slowly came from the depths of her brain, like thousands of steel needles inserted into her limbs.

"Then you will always be with me......"

"Sister, look back, I'm by your side......"

The figure of a woman in a cyan dress and Qiongyu were back to back, curled up in the posture of a newborn baby.

The nails on the hands were long and pointed, and they scraped non-stop.

It turned out that the two of them were lying in a huge coffin, and the bottom was the stone tablet engraved with runes and stained with fishy smell.

The bright yellow water mixed with blood almost soaked most of the coffin, floating and sinking, and the white skeleton inside could be vaguely seen.

Scratching and scratching, the woman opened her eyes suddenly, and the corners of her mouth cracked strangely.

Then he straightened up and sat up, his neck slowly twisted, clicked, and blew a clammy and cold wind, and his eyes bulged and fell.

It was as if some viscous liquid had dripped on Qiongyu's face, rolling down the shape of her cheeks.

It fell on the back of her hand and slowly slid down, wetting her skirt again.

"Ho, ho—"

The throat was like a pulling bellows, and it could only emit a hoarse, piercing gasp.

The neck was pinched from behind by a pair of cold big hands, and it was slowly tightened and tightened.

The slender nails pierced the skin fiercely, leaving a deep bloody handprint, and black gas seeped through it.

Qiongyu's miserable little face quickly turned the color of pig liver, her eyes widened, and her heart jumped to her throat.

At this moment, a layer of red mist suddenly gushed out of her eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and gradually turned into a mottled ghost face.

After a roar like a landslide, he began to fight with the phantom in mid-air, back and forth, and the battle was several times.

The phantom was forced to retreat, and the dark vortex grew bigger and bigger, about to suck it out.

The coffin not far away suddenly exploded with a "bang", and the sawdust filled the air with billowing dust.

Then Qiongyu was a spirit, and she broke free.

Outside, it was already daylight.