"I" hand stroked along Qiu Shishi's strong chest, and halfway through, he grabbed my hand, his eyes were deep, as if implying some kind of desire that was about to explode: "What do you want to do?" ”

"Don't you understand?" "I" leaned down, nose touching his, "I've always, I've always liked you!" ”

Shut up, I'm screaming, don't talk nonsense!

Not only that, but "I" in turn pressed his hand holding me to my chest: "Can you feel my affection for you?" ”

"I" slowly kissed his slightly affectionate lips: "Please, don't reject me again, okay?" ”

No, no, no, no!

I desperately tried to regain control of my body, but at this time, his palm also pressed against the back of my head, gently rubbed, and actively met "me" kiss.

I still have the perception of the body, and when his warm lips are attached to mine, I only feel a "boom", and a fire erupts from the skull!

That feeling...... That feeling......

It's supposed to be disgusting, but it's like getting the fire when you were about to freeze to death on the snowy mountain, and your limbs warmed up in an instant.

I was numb from the cold, and I didn't know how cold I was, but his heat made me regain my sense of temperature.

It's almost out of control, wanting to have more.

But this is not possible.

Because, the palm that was holding the back of my head suddenly exerted force, and immediately after, I felt something break away from me.

"The same trick, are you stupid yourself, or am I stupid?"

Qiu Shishi's disdainful tone made me sober up, and I was still sitting on his lap, looking at him blankly, my mind was a mess, and countless messages floated over and over.

I kissed this dead man?

I don't hate it?

What's going on with that cold and fiery feeling?

Why would he really kiss?

Has he always thought about me?

Qiu Shishi suddenly looked at me, I froze, and then, with both hands, he grabbed my waist and lifted me up, as easily as holding a doll.

I widened my eyes in panic, worried that he was throwing me out - he just put me on the ground.

When I was stunned, he pressed my head a little rudely and pushed me behind him, and I realized that the red cheongsam, which had not moved just now, was suspended again.

A pair of hands, through the cuffs of the cheongsam, a pair of legs, stretched out from under the skirt, a head, drilled out of the neckline, a woman, put on a cheongsam!

I remember this face, and in that memory, it was so deep.

Ji Jingru!

At this time, her face was gloomy, glaring at us angrily, her hands slowly opened, the lights of the whole house were "zing", and I could see that more and more black fog surrounded the whole house, almost breaking through the shackles of the ancient house on her, floating outside, and then covering the whole land.

Angry!

"I want to be destroyed," she said word for word, "I want to be reduced to ashes, and I only wish that every grain of dust I change can cover this whole village, so that from now on, men will be animals, women will be prostitutes, and they will die of blood, and they will be tormented for generations!" ”

She smirked and glared at her, and shouted at the enemy: "Come, come and destroy me, come!" ”

This is the only ghost I have ever seen who dares to provoke the poet in such a way.

She is not afraid of disappearing, even if she "dies", she will bring the whole village to be buried with her, she hates, hates everyone.

It may be that once, connected to her memory, the pain of being skinned came to me again, and that was because she was repeating the process of being skinned at this time, or all the time, and "destroying" was a relief for her.

Qiu Shiren took his mountaineering bag and took out a bundle of ropes from it, the ropes were stained with red liquid, I didn't know what it was, I saw him swing the ropes, and then I felt countless ropes flying around, I couldn't catch their whereabouts at all, I could only hear the sound of "popping".

When the rope was pulled back, I saw that the walls, ceilings, and even floors as far as the eye could see were painted with countless red lines, and the red lines crossed horizontally and vertically to form grids, which were the enlarged versions of the red net that Xia Zuo and Xia used to deal with the twins, enveloping the entire hall in the red net.

A hint of panic appeared on Ji Jingru's face, and then the black mist increased, and the black mist that had been like a dead thing was alive and jumped, scrambling to try to break through the red net to trap them.

Qiu Shishi watched quietly, and after half a ring, he turned his head to the side and asked me to come closer.

When I got over, he whispered something in my ear that shocked me.

"Isn't it? It's true? ”

He stuffed a cloth bag into my hand: "I still need to do the final verification, you go quickly, it's late, as long as a trace of these black fog penetrates out, it will have an immeasurable impact on the people outside." ”

But ...... "I was hesitant because the task he had given me was really ......

He glanced at me: "If you want this village to live in hell from now on, then please do it." ”

When the words fell, he didn't pay attention to me, but took out his wooden sword, which was more domineering than real steel and real iron, and thrust it into the ground, all the red lines lit up, and stabilized the prison that was loosened by the black mist.

Ji Jingru let out a sharp and piercing cry in anger, and rushed directly towards the poet, anyway, she didn't care if she was destroyed or not, she just wanted her curse to break through this house.

Qiu Shiren pressed on the wooden sword with one hand, and faced Ji Jingru with one hand, as calm as the water in the deep sea, and did not urge me to say a word.

I watched Qiu Shishi deal with Ji Jingru while controlling the black fog all over the house, not chaotic at all, resolute and resolute, and I felt that I was really useless.

As soon as I gritted my teeth, I ...... Fight!

Taking advantage of Ji Jingru's lack of attention to me, he bowed his body and slowly moved towards Rong Fan, and encountered a cloud of black mist dangling over several times, forcing me to retreat a few times.

Finally got close to Rong Fan, moved a chair to cushion it, cut the rope that tied his feet, when he fell, I tried to hold one, and then both fell, Rong Fan groaned, fainted, I don't know if I can hold on.

I've done my best, now is not the time to take care of him, and it's not him that I've come here on purpose.

I didn't get up anymore, so I lay on the ground and headed for the group not far from Rong Fan...... Gu Pei's human skin crawled over.

I imagined it as a pigskin as much as possible, but a whole whole pigskin was also scary, especially the face on top of the human skin, with two eye holes facing me, telling all kinds of unwillingness before he died.

Holding my breath, I tilted my head back in disdain, and at the same time I had to squint, and reached over tremblingly and grabbed the hair at the top of my face.

I have to complain, in terms of peeling technology, no one is stronger than Ji Jingru, looking at Gu Pei's skin, it is so complete that there is almost no gap.

After pulling out the two hairs, I opened the small cloth bag given to me by Qiu Shishi, put the hair in a small box the size of a thumb, and then took out a rubber head dropper, and turned over the human skin with the desire to vomit, which was still covered with undried blood beads, I sucked a few drops into the rubber head dropper, and then put the blood into an empty jade bottle.

After doing all this, he put the jade bottle and the small box back into the cloth bag, and then held it in his arms, and continued to lie on the ground, wanting to crawl back to the side of the poet Qiu silently.

And at this time, Qiu Shishi didn't know what to do to Ji Jingru, after she was beaten back, her whole body was smoking, which made her even more angry, and the black fog all over the house rose more and more, floating around in front of my eyes, and I couldn't tell the direction.

"Stupid, this way."

Hearing Qiu Shishi's voice, I realized that I had deviated from the direction, and quickly adjusted and continued to climb, but because of this, Ji Jingru noticed me.

If you can't beat the poet, it will be much easier to deal with me, and I can guess her thoughts when I see her rushing towards me.

The hand, white as dry bones and as hideous as a claw, bent its fingers straight at my face, I rolled on the spot with the little cloth bag, avoiding the claw, and then I didn't dare to turn my head back to the ground, and crawled with all my strength.

She wanted to chase after her, but the poet who couldn't leave the sword punched out a piece of talisman paper, and I heard her scream, and then, with a familiar hand, grabbed me by the back collar in a familiar way, and lifted me up.

I shook and stood firm, and I didn't care about anything else, and stuffed the small cloth bag back into the hand of the poet.

He stuffed the small cloth bag into his pocket, then bit his finger, drew a circle in the void, and then hit Ji Jingru.

The circle drawn with blood formed a red membrane, covering Ji Jingru entirely, making her unable to move for the time being.

Taking this opportunity, he opened the small cloth bag, and under his operation, a drop of Gu Pei's blood floated out of the jade bottle and suspended in front of his eyes, and he took out another strand of Gu Pei's hair, and after wrapping the drop of blood, the blood and hair burned, forming a small fireball.

"Go!"

With Qiu Shishi's soft drink, a fireball the size of a thumbnail, like smoke, flew gently towards Ji Jingru.

Ji Jingru, who was struggling to break free from the prison set by Qiu Shishi, stopped all movements after seeing the small fireball.

She looked a little stunned when she quieted down, tilted her head and stared at the small fireball that stopped in front of her, as if waiting for her, she slowly raised her hand, spread her palm, and when the small fireball fell into her hand and touched her, "boom", the small fireball turned into a big fireball, and there was a tendency to become more and more vigorous.

Ji Jingru was completely stupid.

I watched her stand there alone, my heart ached, she didn't cry, she didn't scream, but you could feel the great sorrow.

She killed her own offspring, the continuation of her son, with her own hands.

What really made her what she is today was not the pain of peeling, not the betrayal and murder of her husband and aunt, not the indifferent servants, but the words that the aunt whispered in her ear when she was dying.

Let her son die a good death!

Later, she was sealed in a cheongsam, and she didn't know what happened to her son, but she thought that her three-year-old child had already been murdered.

But now, she has killed what should be her son's great-grandson.

God, how cruel to her!

I was being forced to indulge in that deep despair and resentment, and the poet pushed my head, and I shook it for a moment, and broke free from the painful swamp, although I still felt uncomfortable, but I almost thought about it as I had just now.

And my state of mind is a portrayal of Ji Jing's heart when she is like this.

Qiu Shishi glanced at me gesturely, I sighed deeply, and resigned myself to being the spokesperson of Qiu Shishi, of course, the following words are also what I want to say to Ji Jingru: "Gu Pei's parents also live in this village. ”

She reacted very slowly, and it took a while for her to slowly look at me, not at all the domineering queen when she wanted to kill us, and she was so fragile that she could fall in the next second.

But I know that no matter how fragile she is, if she can't turn her brain, she can still let Gujia Village bury her.

"Gu Pei told me that his grandfather has guarded this house all his life, he knows that this house is haunted, he knows that there is a problem with this cheongsam, but he still hasn't given up, what do you say he is for?"

I walked out from behind the poet and suppressed the surging emotions: "I don't know what happened to your husband, but I know that your son must have inherited this mansion later, and the people in this village may really be the descendants of those servants who worked in this mansion, but they are also these servants who raised your three-year-old child to adulthood, and what you are going to destroy is the descendants of your son's benefactor!" ”

The fireball in Ji Jingru's hand has burned out, she is slumped, just a moment of effort, several years old, she tilted her head slightly, and looked at me pleadingly, she didn't want to ask me for anything, she just couldn't accept such a truth, and was bent on revenge, but it was the people she cared about.

Her eyes shed two lines of bloody tears.

"Let it go," I said, "so that your descendants too can be liberated." ”

She didn't answer me, silently lowered her eyes, and after Qiu Shishi removed the red membrane, she staggered to Gu Pei's skin, her body weakened, she sat down on the ground, slowly picked up the skin, missed her son's immature face, hugged the skin into her arms, and then laughed in a low voice.

Laughing is like crying.

The black fog in the room dissipated little by little, I thought that Qiu Shishi should start to send Ji Jingru down, but Qiu Shishi didn't move, Ji Jingru didn't move, I looked at her, as the black fog slowly became transparent, and finally like a broken crystal, "bang" shattered into thousands of crystal points, dissipating in the air.

Gu Pei's skin, which was held in her arms, fell to the ground again, and a golden and black point of light appeared, and after circling in place, it flew towards me, like a drop of water, hitting me, and disappeared.

I couldn't care about the points of light that represented merit and sin, I stared blankly at the place where Ji Jingru disappeared, and asked the Qiu poet beside me, "Where did she go?" ”

"Probably dust, right?"

So, did she choose self-destruction in the end?

In my heart, I feel very uncomfortable.

Qiu Shishi patted me on the shoulder: "Cheer up." ”

I lifted my eyes listlessly to glance at him, not wanting to say anything.

"Look." He motioned to me with his chin, and I turned my head and saw three more souls in the living room, Sun Jun, Che Xiaoning, and Gu Pei.

Although their eyes were glazed and they didn't even know who they were, they were the most fragile souls when they were born, but when I saw them, I still felt a little comforted in my heart.

When the evil ghost kills someone, he will eat the newborn soul together, but he didn't expect Ji Jingru to release the three of them before "leaving", no matter what, the three of them can be reincarnated, according to the old saying, after eighteen years, he will be a good man again.

The poet of hatred dispelled the resentment that had not yet formed for them, and let them die, and before they left, they also left three golden dots, and three gray black dots of varying degrees.

There is such a thing as sin, and a person's life will be more or less touched, but it depends on whether it is more or less.

I asked the poet Qiu, in this matter, it is he who really contributes, shouldn't the merit be his?

He told me that when I do good deeds, merit will naturally come to me, unlike me, which is like a magnet that needs to be drawn from all kinds of souls that I have handled.

"You're a magnet." I punched him, of course, it didn't hurt him, and with a sweep of his iron arm, he pushed me away and stepped to Rong Fanna to check the situation.

I also walked over and asked worriedly, "Is he okay?" ”

"I can't die for the time being, but this place can't be sent to the hospital."

"Ah, Gu Pei told me that there is a clinic here, and the doctor's medical skills are not bad."

Then I changed back into my clothes, and Qiu Shishi put my tank top back on, and I was inexplicably ashamed to see the clothes I had just worn back on him.

Qiu Shiren easily carried such a big man as Rong Fan and knocked on the door of a nearby house, in the early hours of the morning, it is really not good to disturb people like this, but people's lives are at stake.

Fortunately, the people in the village were simple, and they didn't care too much when they saw that some of us were injured, and the man from that family took us to the clinic himself.

It was a young doctor in his thirties, and his wound treatment for Rong Fan was indeed very professional, even if he went to a big city to be a doctor, but he was nested in this village.

But fortunately, there is such a doctor, otherwise Rong Fan may have lost too much blood, or the wound is infected, then there will be another corpse.

We contacted the hospital, we will take him tomorrow and called the police.

When we were waiting for the police, we built a small tomb for Ji Jingru in the backyard, although she was completely dead, we always wanted to leave a comfort.

Then, I burned the red beautiful cheongsam in front of her grave.

Qiu Shiren said that this cheongsam made of human skin was stained with too much blood, and if it was not disposed of, it was difficult to say whether it would become another evil thing in a hundred years, and burning it was the best way.

It can be regarded as drawing an end to this tragedy, not continuing it any longer, so that her children and grandchildren can be truly reborn.

This is probably her last wish.

At dawn, the criminal police sent by the city found three skinned bodies in the Gu family mansion, respectively on the bed in the master bedroom, under the bed, in the backyard forest, as the only two survivors, one of them was still in a coma, I became the biggest suspect, and was invited to the bureau for tea.

Fortunately, the identity of Qiu Shishi's special police detective is quite useful, and in the end, the result of this matter was announced to the public that a few of us went to the mansion for vacation, and the murderer was a psychopathic murderer who was mentally disordered, hiding in the house when we went out during the day, and at first it may have been just for theft, but he was bumped into by Sun Mou, who was left at home, and killed him, for fear of being recognized, so he skinned him.

At night, Che, who couldn't find her boyfriend, inadvertently discovered the murderer, and then was brutally murdered.

After that, the murderer broke out and killed the owner of the house, Gu, Rong was seriously injured, and was rescued by a man passing by.

That's about it.

There's no way, I can't tell you that it's a ghost revenge, right?

What makes me more headache now is, how do I explain to my boss that the four of them will set off together, and only I will go back intact?

……

Who's this?

Zhao Yang?

And Zhao Xing?

The picture is gray and gloomy, I feel that I can see clearly and then I can't see anything clearly, I feel that I am awake, but I can't control the pictures and clips that seem to be jumping.

Seeing Zhao Xing holding a kitchen knife and slashing at me, Zhao Yang went crazy and pounced on her sister, the electricity in the room was out of control, the lights went off and on, the TV turned on and off by itself, the microwave oven in the kitchen also turned on its own, the paper flew out of nowhere, and the whole living room fell into a messy and riotous aura.

The kitchen knife slashed down regardless of it, and the ghost child happened to fall on his sister, blindfolded her, and no one saw that the kitchen knife had fallen on me, and the knife pierced me!

I looked at my chest in disbelief, I had a hole in it.

A pain to the bone, from the depths of my soul, as if I had been gnawed and drunk blood!

The picture jumped, I stood up, my eyes were scarlet, my hairband was stretched and my long hair was dancing wildly, one in each hand, I grabbed the necks of Zhao Yang and Zhao Xing's two siblings respectively, people were crying, ghosts were howling, and a nameless anger rose in my heart, desperate to destroy something.

But suddenly, the white jade that had been hanging around my neck and hanging down to my stomach and hidden in my clothes shone slightly, and I felt a pain in my brain, and threw the ghost child and Zhao Xing out-

I snapped my eyes open, and the world went from gray to color.

The scenery outside the window was receding, and I was sitting in Qiu Shishi's car, on the way back to the magic capital.

Did I accidentally fall asleep, how could I have such a dream, in which I became so strange, so ...... Unfamiliar, it's very similar to the feeling of being possessed by Ji Jingru, but it's not the same.

"Dreaming?"

Hearing a familiar voice, as soon as I turned my head, I saw Qiu Shishi who was driving, and when I saw him, I had the real feeling that I had really woken up from a dream.

"Why, a dream can scare you?" He took the moment to glance at me, and probably saw that I was not happy, and then he cared for me in an awkward tone.

I assumed he cared about me!

"I, I dreamed," I said hesitantly, "Zhao Yang's home." ”

"Huh?"

"I," still unable to believe the dream, I looked at him with a confused expression, "I dreamed that I had been killed by Zhao Xing!" ”

That feeling was so real, I covered the place where I was slashed by a kitchen knife in my dream, for fear that I would touch a hole!

Am I really, still alive?