And those three little ghosts, under the pressure of Zhou Ping's formation, their abilities will become weaker and weaker, even at night, they desperately fight back against Zhong Wenqing, and Zhong Wenqing can stay alive at dawn.

Because their power is weakened too much, and their lethality is limited.

Zhou Ping is not Zhong Wenqing, she is ruthless, but it is not poisonous, she will not want Zhong Wenqing's life, they will not be willing to kill themselves in this industry.

What Zhou Ping wants is just for Zhong Wenqing to eat the consequences for herself, just let her taste for herself, what she has done to others......

Zhou Ping has her own bottom line in doing things, and she will never be unscrupulous.

She spent so much effort to step down like that formation today, not only to avenge the dead, but also to hope that Zhong Wenqing could really repent and stop being obsessed with it anymore.

Faith is not believed in this way, and it is not worshiped in this way to pray to God and Buddha.

In doing so, it is only harming others and harming oneself.

Zhong Wenqing lay on the ground in embarrassment, and the illusion of pain and "death" made her unconscious.

There was still pain on her face, and at this time, she thought she was really dead.

The three porcelain urns in the room with the imps were trembling, they were also afraid, they were afraid.

The strong murderous aura outside the door, the huge energy, the oppressive fear, they felt that they had finally replenished enough power last night, and they were being melted and sucked away......

They were uneasy and frightened, they wanted to escape from the urn, they wanted to wake Zhong Wenqing up, but it was useless.

Zhong Wenqing was lying on the ground still motionless, unaware of their pleas.

……

I don't know how long later, Zhong Wenqing woke up, she thought she had gone to hell, thought she was dead......

Because, she found herself in a vacant room, surrounded by snow-white, snow-white, white people, she shouted: "Where is this, is there anyone, where is this......"

She remembered that it was in the hotel room, why she changed places when she opened her eyes.

Don't...... Is this the afterlife?

Zhong Wenqing panicked even more, no, she can't die, she is in the world, there is so much money, she has no money, she is famous, she is so popular, she has so many fans, she has not lived enough days of attention, she wants to go back!

But Zhong Wenqing struggled to get up, only to find that he was tied to the bed.

The most terrifying thing is that Zhong Wenqing found that the bandages trapped on her body were slowly tightening, and those strips of cloth without sharp blades were struggling into the flesh little by little, like knives, strangling her flesh one by one......

The blood quickly dyed the white bandage red, and Zhong Wenqing was so painful that he couldn't make a sound.

It hurt so much, it was as if she was going to be dismantled, the flesh was strangled with bandages, the bones were broken, and she could hear all those sounds......

Zhong Wenqing cried and said, "Is there anyone, let me go...... Let go of my ......"

Suddenly, she heard someone whisper, "Does it hurt?" ”

Zhong Wenqing opened her eyes suddenly, and saw a face that she hadn't seen for many years.

She looked at the face hanging above her in horror, her mouth wide open and she couldn't make a sound......

The other party smiled and asked, "Isn't it painful?" ”

Zhong Wenqi was scared, and forgot the pain, "Wan Xue...... Let me go...... You let me go...... Why did you come to me, I don't know anything......"

The other party smiled: "What you are experiencing now is what I have experienced......"

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