"Miss, Cai Wei looks at this snow is a little lighter!" Cai Wei said as she pressed Ran Ziyu's shoulder.

Ran Ziyu sat on the low steps outside the main hall, looked at the sky and nodded. In the main hall behind him, the white candles were half lit, and there were two spiritual tablets, one large and one small, enshrined in the hall.

"Small.... Small.... Miss! Lu Cong was tied up and knelt in the snow.

Ran Ziyu retracted his gaze and looked puzzled, "I remember that you are the eldest mother's person, why did you come to my room now?" ”

"I.... I ..... "Lu Cong is divided."

Sinnu nudged him, and he fell to the ground and ate a mouthful of snow.

"Hey! Don't touch him! "Ran Ziyu was in a hurry, for fear that something would hurt him." He is the eldest mother's person, I can't afford to mess with him, Brother Lu Cong is tied up very painfully. Picking rose! Go, stuff some cotton. ”

"Yes." Cai Wei took out the cotton taken out of Qingqing's clothes and stuffed it carefully.

Ran Ziyu smiled, the pair of eyes embedded in her fair little face were as pure as a crescent, and her delicate eyelashes fluttered. "Brother Lu Cong, you better say it quickly, why did you come to me, otherwise, Xin Nu doesn't know what to do to you?"

Lu Cong looked at Xinnu, swallowed his saliva, and whispered, "I.... I.... I got it.... Look for..... Qingqing....", a sentence stumbled.

"What?" Ran Ziyu was very surprised, and soon lowered his eyes again, his small mouth trembled, and he looked very sad, "My girl died this morning and hanged herself." Alas... I don't know what she can't think of. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he quickly collected half of his sorrow, and naturally added half of his puzzlement, "Then why did you come to my room when you were looking for Qingqing?" ”

Lu Cong's eyes widened, "Little.... Little..... Sister, you ..... The rooms ...... Green..... Green..... Ghost! ”

"Huh?" Ran Ziyu looked discolored, "You said there is a ghost in my room?" ”

Ran Ziyu held his forehead, scared and distressed, "Oops! So what to do? ”

Xin Nu Ayue and Cai Wei were stunned, they really didn't know that Miss had so many expressions, and they didn't know that Miss turned her face faster than turning a book. Good... Wonderful.

"Oops—what to do?" Ran Ziyu's voice was a little louder.

Only then did Xinnu react, "Miss! In our Northern Xia, this is called a terrible ghost asking for her life, and she must ask for a person's life before leaving. ”

Lu Cong listened, trembling constantly.

"That's it...."Ran Ziyu frowned, thought about it seriously, and finally smiled happily as if he had thought of something. Brother Lu Cong, aren't you here to find Qingqing? Maybe Qingqing is also here to find you.... Give her your life. ”

Lu Cong was shocked, "No..... No, no.... No, I can't.... I am.... Greatly... Madam..... Person... Target..... Person! I.... Father... Still.... Yes.... Big... Big Lady.... No.... Yes..... Let..... You ....."

"But I am the young lady of the Guogong Mansion, if I die, my father and my mother Huangquan will not let you go! Isn't it? Mother! Ran Ziyu turned his head and asked at the spiritual position of Mrs. Nangong in the main hall.

"You..... You ......" Before he finished speaking, his mouth was gagged.

"Ayuesino, don't do it yet!" As soon as Ran Ziyu finished speaking, he hurriedly told Xin Nu Ayue to stop, "Take Brother Lu Cong to the backyard, where Qingqing hanged the dead tree." So Qingqing knew that we had sent someone to her before she left my room. ”

"Yes, miss."

Lu Cong struggled desperately, and Ah Yueshino carried her under a dead tree in the backyard, tied him to a chair, and stuffed him with thick cotton as usual.

Ah Yue sharpened the kitchen knife that cut meat in front of Lu Cong. Xin Nu hung a bag of hot water on a dead branch, which was hanging behind Lu Cong.

The kitchen knife was almost sharpened, and Ran Ziyu asked Cai Wei to give her a hair. She was afraid of pain and was reluctant to pull her own.

Put the strands of hair on the tip of the knife and blow it, and the strands will break. "Not bad, not bad!"

"Brother Lu Cong, I have to personally give you to Qingqing, so that the master and servant are a good one, I have to do something for her." Ran Ziyu held the kitchen knife and looked in the mirror. "Oh, Caiwei, where is the basin for washing feet, bring it!"

Lu Cong was on the verge of collapse, his pupils full of fear.

Cai Wei brought the basin and put it behind the chair as Ran Ziyu ordered.

Ran Ziyu took the kitchen knife, slowly walked to the back of the chair, and handed the kitchen knife to Cai Wei, who immediately hid the kitchen knife.

"Brother Lu Cong, bear with it." Ran Ziyu picked up a piece of sharper ice, picked a wrist at random, and scratched it. Xinnu pricked the hanging hot water bottle and cooled it outside for a while, but the water was not very hot.

"Drip-drip-" The water slowly dripped into the basin.

"Oops, cut too deep." Ran Ziyu deliberately said in front of Lu Cong, and Lu Cong didn't struggle at this moment, his face was extremely pale and his eyes were empty.

"Miss, look, the blood is still hot!" Sinnu walked over to her.

"Let's go quickly, maybe Qingqing has something to say to Brother Lu Cong, let's not hinder them." Ran Ziyu carried a half-worn paper lantern and took Ah Yuexin Nu and Cai Wei out of the backyard.

"Miss!" Cai Wei screamed.

"Shh

The group sat on the low steps in front of the main hall.

Ran Ziyu looked at a place and was distracted, her face was a little pale with indifference, and her long eyelashes fell into fine snow, and she didn't notice it.

Sinnu came over and brushed the snow off her eyelashes for her. "Miss, is this going to work?"

Ran Ziyu didn't look at her, his face hooked up a cold arc, beautiful and evil, like Manzhu Shahua raised by the blood of hell. "Of course, if you don't see him, you're so scared that you can't speak?"

They were still suspicious, after all, such a method of killing was unheard of.

Ran Ziyu hasn't tried it either. She had heard this method mentioned by her professor in class, and as long as enough fear was applied, there was a great possibility of success, and she was confident.

In her previous life, she was a first-year undergraduate student majoring in psychology. It's only been a semester, and before I can learn anything, I died in a car accident, and then I came here. She sighed heavily.

"Xinnu." She called, her voice pure, what a child.

Xinnu understood, and sat down beside her.

Ran Ziyu leaned into her arms and closed her eyes to rest. She was very tired, but she couldn't sleep yet, and she had to go to the backyard to collect Lu Cong's body in a few hours.

High in the pavilion, the night is darker.

A man in black held an umbrella and remained motionless. "The host ....."

The man under the umbrella was dressed in white, and the green silk shimmered with soft satin. The umbrella obscured most of his face, leaving only a very delicate lip, the corners of which were slightly hooked, giving birth to a terrifying seduction.

"Interesting" cold voice with a sinister and eerie gloom.

The man in black on the side was startled, and his hand holding the umbrella trembled. The master is so young, no matter how casually he says, it's so scary, and he will have to do it when he gets older.

Due to the shaking of the umbrella, a little snow foam fell on the white clothes. The man was displeased.

The man in black is busy making amends.

"Alright." After the man said coldly, he disappeared into the night in an instant.

The man in black saw that there was no one under the umbrella suddenly, so he lowered the umbrella. The master is too tall, and he is tired after lifting it for so long. The master is gone, he can't leave yet, and the things that the master has explained have not been completed.

Staring at the figures in the courtyard of Lingyun Pavilion, he didn't dare to slack off.