Chapter 50: Wind Chimes (50)
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle.. At this moment, a strange voice came from the body of the woman in the red dress.
"Ahh When Ke Xiaoqian was about to run towards Wang Zheng, an amazing scene happened. The hair of the woman in the red dress seemed to be enchanted, and it was wrapped around Ke Xiaoqian's neck. In the end, it was like a desperate man hanging himself.
The woman in the red dress strangled Ke Xiaoqian's neck with her hair, and then slowly pulled her up. At this time, Ke Xiaoqian grabbed the strand of hair on her neck tightly with both hands.
"Wang Zheng, hurry! Help me! I was about to be strangled to death by her. She said with great force.
"Xiaoqian!! Seeing this scene on the side, Wang Zheng heard Ke Xiaoqian's shout, and finally eased up. He looked at Ke Xiaoqian and said.
However, at this time, she had been dragged up by the woman in the red dress and was very tall, so Wang Zhenghe had no chance to save her, so he could only watch Ke Xiaoqian being strangled to death by the woman in the red dress.
Just when he was helpless, the woman in the red dress took out an envelope from behind her and looked at the bulging bag, which must have contained something very large. She threw it under Wang Zheng's feet.
He looked at the envelope on the ground and saw that the white paper was painted with bright red handwriting.
------ From: 44 Gushu Street.
He trembled and picked up the bulging envelope, and was about to open it, but suddenly heard Ke Xiaoqian's shouting, which was heartbreaking.
"Wang Zheng! Don't open that envelope, it's a messenger of the curse, whoever opens it will surely die, don't open it! At this time, her face was already covered with sweat. But the strange thing is that no matter how tight the hair is on the neck, it seems that he is like an immortal body, and he can't be strangled.
However, he didn't listen to Ke Xiaoqian's words, he smiled at Ke Xiaoqian and said.
"Xiaoqian, this is not a curse transmittal, but. He paused, cleared his throat, and continued. "Death substitute, as long as I open the envelope, you won't die! I've lost Xiaowei, I don't want to lose you again! "
Her face turned pale with fright.
"No, don't, you can't open it, I don't want you to die! Ke Xiaoqian's two lines of tears flowed down instantly.
"Huhu "
What was that? It came from behind her
When Ke Xiaoqian looked back, she instantly gasped. I saw that the woman in the red dress opened her mouth, and opened it wider and wider, and opened it wider and wider, until it stopped when it was large enough to hold a person's head.
Ke Xiaoqian understood, she was going to swallow herself!
"Ahhh Ke Xiaoqian, who was in a panic, couldn't hold back any longer, she screamed loudly.
When she subconsciously looked in the direction of Wang Zheng, she was stunned.
Because she saw that Wang Zheng opened the envelope and took out a wind chime from it. Something weird happened.
On the red cloth under the wind chime, the red cloth that originally had no handwriting was instantly written in blood red.
------ Wang Zheng (receiving).
"No, don't!! Ke Xiaoqian shouted heartbreakingly again.
However, it is useless at all, opening the envelope means that death is followed, and the water spilled cannot be recovered.
"Smack? Hearing a heavy sound, Ke Xiaoqian was thrown down by the woman in the red dress, but Wang Zheng at this time was dragged up by the woman in the red dress alive.
"Huhu The woman in the red dress opened her mouth again.
"Don't, don't!! She cried as she stopped. She didn't know what to do now.
In an instant, Wang Zheng swallowed it alive like the prey of a woman in a red dress.
Then, the woman in the red dress disappeared unconsciously, and the originally dim sky also released blue at this moment, and the flowers on the ground, monkeys also appeared, and the wind chimes on the big trees all disappeared.
But Ke Xiaoqian didn't show a smile, she lay on the ground and became painful, maybe this is what it feels like to lose a beloved!
Suddenly, she felt someone slap her from behind, and she looked back and was shocked.