In front of the dresser under the window, Murong Feixue's pale little face covered with a thick layer of fat powder was printed in the bronze mirror. It was so white that there was not a trace of blood. In the dazzling dim candlelight, you can still see Murong Feixue's red lips like fire, dazzling. The circles around her eyes were coated with a layer of ash from the bottom of the pot, which was pitch black, making her face infinitely terrifying and gloomy.

Looking at his "masterpiece", Murong Feixue, who was originally expressionless, suddenly flashed a sly streamer in his eyes. The corners of his lips hooked, nodded with satisfaction, and said to himself: "It's time to have fun with you......"

On the fourth watch, the sky was so intense that it was desperately dark. It was as if dark clouds had covered the sky. There is not a glimmer of light in sight. The light rain that had just stopped leaving a pothole of water all over the garden. It glows white in the night. In the Murong Mansion, the towers near and far are high and low, and they are staggered. The only candlelight flickering is the boudoir of the second lady Murong Qiuqing.

"Whirring ......" like a ghostly roar of the wind, blowing the windows crackling.

But he couldn't wake up Murong Qiuqing behind the curtain. Sometimes she opened her eyes, sometimes she closed them, and the circles under her eyes were already dark. Sleepiness was seen on the table layer by layer, but she never waited for Mama Liu to come back and tell the result. Steward Liu, who had been called to confront him early in the morning, finally couldn't stand it anymore, and stood behind the curtain and coughed a few times, which woke Murong Qiuqing up.

"People, what about people? Dead? Murong Qiuqing raised her head abruptly and asked in surprise.

"Second Miss Hui, there is no letter yet," Steward Liu, behind ......the curtain, hurriedly bowed his head and replied.

"Who's to say there is no quasi-faith? Am I not here? I died unjustly......"

A terrible trembling, resentful voice drifted into Murong Qiuqing's ears with the sound of the crane-like wind.

She sat up on the floor. His eyes widened with horror. was already a frightened overreaction to it, and asked Steward Liu and the maid Luzhu in the room in a trembling voice: "Did you hear any sounds?" ”

"Hui, Hui, Hui, Second Miss, good, it seems to be Fourth Miss......" Steward Liu replied in a trembling voice, his eyes also wide in horror.

The green beads on the side had long been holding the candle flame swaying lampstand, and his body trembled, forgetting to reply.

Before they could react, the window frame "banged", and the wind blew out the lampstand in the house. In the dark room, where you can't see your fingers, two dark blue "ghost fires" suddenly lit up.

Illuminated a white-clothed Murong Feixue. Blood was dripping from the corners of her eyes, and her long, blood-red tongue reached her chest. The face illuminated by the ghost fire was white and blue. The black eyes that are dead and blind, and the circles around the eyes are dark, as if they are full of resentment. What's even weirder is that her feet are off the ground, and she can't see the soles of her feet. Suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes......

"Give me back my life...... Give me back my life! ”

Murong Feixue's lips did not open, but she let out a terrible and sharp ghost roar. As soon as the voice fell, he stretched out his five fingers, white knuckles, and blood-red nails, almost touching Murong Qiuqing's eyes.

"Ahhh......h

Murong Qiuqing, who was ruthless, also screamed, got up from the bed lifelessly, and fled from the door.

Steward Liu hid behind the curtain, and the green beads hid under the table, and the curtain and the table were shaking endlessly. Murong Feixue didn't bother to pay attention to it, glanced at it, and then leisurely chased after Murong Qiuqing......

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