For a moment, Song Huazhu thought she was dazzled.
She felt very cold, not as cold as in a house with the air conditioner turned on.
Instead, the whole body was surrounded by air conditioning.
Especially the chilly feeling on her back made her shiver uncontrollably.
She wanted to go upstairs and change clothes.
But the moment he turned around, he accidentally caught a glimpse of himself reflected on the TV LCD screen.
A gray figure lies on the back of an elegant woman wearing silk pajamas.
Song Huazhu's body suddenly froze.
That, that, that, what is that?!
Song Huazhu stretched out her hand in disbelief, trembling, and wanted to touch her back...
But the next second.
Her hand suddenly touched something cold and sticky...
That’s…hair!!
The real touch made Song Huazhu's feet go weak. She wanted to pull her hand away suddenly, but the hair sprang up like crazy seaweed, restraining her hand.
Before she even had time to scream in fear, she saw her reflection on the dark TV screen getting clearer and clearer. The shadow on her back also became clearer and clearer.
Then Song Huazhu saw herself clearly on the screen. Her pupils contracted violently!
Her body was bent and heavy without knowing when. Her body moved forward, but her head turned to this side at an extremely twisted angle, staring at the TV. She saw that her face was as pale as paper. She saw herself
His face was full of horror.
The thing on her back was wearing a white skirt, the skirt was stained with blood, and her hair that was as long as the floor was wet, as if it was water, and it seemed like... dripping blood. Its head was buried deep in her shoulder. Its body was
On her back, her head and body were at a ninety-degree angle, as if death had fallen on her body.
On her shoulders...
Its head was hanging next to her neck...
--Sudden!
The head hanging on her shoulder moved.
Song Huazhu just watched it raise its head...
The disheveled black hair was parted, revealing a gray face that looked like it had been dead for seventy-seven forty-nine days and was about to rot. There were no eyeballs in the empty black eye sockets, and the bloody hair was stuck to the forehead, and blood flowed down the hair.
Across this terrifying, rotting face.
"ah!!!!"
The shrill screams of fear echoed throughout the villa!
The servants of the Lin family were frightened by the sound and ran out one after another.
I saw the woman who usually likes to act like a lady, dancing like crazy in the living room, screaming, dancing, slapping herself and tearing her pajamas.
The servants were shocked.
Song Huazhu had already pulled herself half naked, but this was not enough.
She screamed and slammed towards the TV!!
Moreover, the angle at which it hit was very strange.
Instead of hitting your head with your body, hit it with your back!
Everyone was shocked.
"lady!"
However, Song Huazhu's whole body was already weak and she had no strength at all. There was a bang and the TV was not broken, but she fell down.
Her head hit the corner of the TV cabinet with a loud thud. Her body convulsed and she fainted instantly!
"lady!"
"Call Mr. Lin quickly!!"
The servants were in a mess.
But no one saw it. Chen Chuchu, with long hair dragging the floor and a face full of blood, floated next to her. Her hair exploded, and there was no wind. There was blood in her empty eyes. She just looked at the unconscious Song Huazhu, with her teeth and claws showing, ferocious.
Terrible, "Dare to bully sister Yincha, this is just the beginning..."
Xiao Yun stood behind him, baring his fangs fiercely and his eyes glowing red.
Although Song Huazhu fainted.
But some ghosts can enter dreams.
Chen Chuchu didn't know where she learned this skill recently.
As soon as his body moved, he would pounce on him, even if Song Huazhu was unconscious, he would not have a good time.
This is also the time.
The door opens.
Lin Ran, who returned home absentmindedly, saw a messy home and his mother lying on the ground as soon as he entered the house.
She was stunned for a second and turned pale with shock, "Mom!"
He ran in without even having time to change his shoes.
Chen Chuchu, who was about to pounce on Song Huazhu, suddenly sensed something and raised his head suddenly.
He saw a faint light coming from the collar of Lin Ran who was running towards him.
Her expression suddenly changed and she was about to get out of the way.
But it's too late.
As soon as Lin Ran approached, a force exploded from her chest and hit Chen Chuchu directly.
In panic, Chen Chuchu raised her hand to block it, and the force instantly burned a hole in her palm.
She screamed "Ouch" and retreated sharply.
The flying hair retracted instantly, and the ghost body was beaten back to its original shape.
Xiaoyun hurriedly supported her, "Sister Chuchu!"
"Hiss, it hurts!" Chen Chuchu shivered in pain.
Xiaoyun was angry.
His eyes suddenly lit up red, and he was about to rush towards Lin Ran.
But Chen Chuchu grabbed him and said, "Don't go. You can't go! This White Lotus has a treasure that can ward off evil spirits! It's not easy! Let's go, let's go, if we stay any longer, something will happen! Go back and tell Sister Yincha!"
The two ghosts disappeared quickly.
The person involved, Lin Ran, had no idea what happened.
She was focused on Song Huazhu and was about to call an ambulance.
Song Huazhu woke up from the pain of a swollen bump on her head.
She opened her eyes quietly.
There was a moment of trance, not knowing what happened.
"Mom, how do you feel?" Lin Ran was worried.
Song Huazhu came back to her senses when she shouted.
The moment her pupils focused, panic appeared on her face:
"Ghost! Ghost!!!"
"Go away! Go away!! Don't look for me, please don't look for me!!"
"Help!!!"
"The ghost is on my back! On my back!!"
She started shaking wildly again, her whole body twisting.
The clothes she had just put on were torn off by her.
He pushed Lin Ran and the servants away violently, like a patient coming out of a mental hospital.
Lin Ran was shocked.
She has never seen Song Huazhu like this.
Song Huazhu is usually arrogant and conceited and cares very much about her posture.
But now...
"Mom! Mom, what's wrong with you!"
Song Huazhu was about to cry, "Ranran, there is a ghost! There is a ghost in our house! The ghost is on my back!!"
Lin Ran was frightened by these words.
She looked at Song Huazhu, who was dancing like crazy. There was nothing on his back, and everything was normal at home. There was no ghost.
…
It was only when Chi Zao came out of the shower that he saw the missed call on his cell phone.
She was stunned for a moment and was about to call back.
Sudden.
There was a wave of pseudo hell.
She was startled.
The next second, Xiaoyun's urgent voice came out:
"Sister, Chuchu is injured!!"
She frowned and opened the pseudo hell.
Four ghosts appeared in her room.
Chen Chuchu looked weak, her body was white and weak.
Xiaoyun and Yuan Yun supported her, while Professor Liu stood beside her with a worried look on her face.
As for her palm, there was a hollow in between.
Chi Zao knew something was wrong as soon as he saw it. He threw the phone away and hurriedly stepped forward to check.
"What happened? How could this happen?!" She gently raised Chen Chuchu's hand and looked at her palm.
The hole that penetrated straight through was slightly black around it, as if it was burnt.
Fortunately, Chen Chuchu is a ghost.
If it were a human, this would look a bit scary.
But precisely because Chen Chuchu is a ghost.
Injury like this is definitely not something that can be achieved by ordinary means.
