An ominous premonition came to mind. Murong Chen's hand seemed to be controlled by someone. He involuntarily picked up the mirror and held it against her face. When he found that in the bronze mirror, a harsh and terrifying scream followed.
Ringing...
"Bang!" There was a sound, and the mirror was broken!
She covered her face frantically, no, that's not her!
That ugly face just now must not be hers. How could she be so ugly? How could that disgusting birthmark appear on her face? This is impossible, impossible!
"How's it going? Did you see it? The ugliest person now is you!" Fenghua walked up to her, that beautiful face approaching her step by step.
"How could this happen, how could it become like this, you did it, why did you do this, who are you, you are a ghost, you are a ghost, change me back to my original appearance, or I will kill you
…”
She quickly snatched the knife from her hand and thrust it into her abdomen——
There was blood everywhere, and the strong smell of blood filled every corner of the room. The blood dripped down the dagger drop by drop.
Murong Chen was also frightened. He took a few steps back suddenly and laughed loudly: "You are dead, you are going to die, hahahaha... I am a bitch, I finally killed you..."
But before she finished laughing, she froze again!
Fenghua calmly stretched out a hand to hold the handle of the knife, pulled it out easily, brought it to his nose and smelled it, stretched out his tongue and licked it: "The taste of blood is really good, you,
Want to try it?"
"You...how could you...not be dead..." Her teeth were trembling, a gloomy chill ran straight from the soles of her feet to her forehead, and her legs began to tremble.
"You said I was a ghost, how could I die?" She smiled, her white teeth still stained with bright red blood. The scene was so strange and horrifying.
She is a ghost, she really is a ghost! Oh my god, how could this happen, how could it...
Murong Chen thought of everything just now and his own face in the bronze mirror. Suddenly he couldn't bear the fear in his heart. He screamed "Ah" and rushed out of the room crazily...
After the madman ran away, Fenghua threw the dagger in his hand on the table, smelled the blood in his hand, and frowned.
I haven’t touched blood for a long time and the smell is unbearable!
"Miss, what happened..." Xin'er suddenly broke in and saw the blood on the lady's body. She screamed "Ah" and almost fainted!
"Miss, what's wrong with you? Is there an assassin? You're injured. What should I do? You've lost a lot of blood, a lot of blood..."
Xin'er was so anxious that she didn't know what to do. She had never encountered such a thing before. She didn't know what to do and burst into tears.
"Why are you crying? Don't worry, it's just dog blood! I'm fine." Fenghua said as he took off his coat. As soon as the white coat was taken off, it turned out that there was no injury, it was just that the coat was stained with blood.
"Dog, dog blood?" Xin'er opened her mouth and couldn't react for a moment. When she saw the bloody knife on the table, she pointed at it in horror: "Then, what's going on..."
"This is a prop, it's fake!" She picked up the knife on the table and pressed her fingertips against the blade. The knife retracted! And blood spurted out!
Although Xin'er was stupid, he immediately understood what was going on! It turned out that the knife was inserted into the young lady's body, and then the knife retracted, and the blood spurted out stained the young lady's clothes?