When Bailian opened his eyes, he was already lying peacefully on the Hongluan soft couch.
He looked at the bed beam ceiling above his head and thought calmly for a while, then turned to look at the girl in red clothes who was sleeping soundly holding his arm.
Beside you, a gust of wind blew past you.
He propped himself up and looked towards the side of the bed, only to see three feet of red silk hanging under the beam.
A hanged ghost hangs on the red silk ribbon.
The blue-gray eyes were deeply convex, and the long bright red tongue was stretched out. The door was not closed. As the night wind blew, the hanged corpse swayed and swayed, and its clothes fluttered, making it look horrifying.
If it were an ordinary person who woke up at night and suddenly saw such a terrifying scene, he would be so frightened that he would lose his mind and scream.
But Bailian's performance was unusually calm. He tilted his head and asked seriously: "Isn't it uncomfortable? Like this."
Seeing that she failed to frighten Balian, the female corpse in red rolled her tongue and rolled it back into her mouth in disappointment like rolling a rice cake. The red silk tied around her neck started to dance like a snake, and she rolled herself from the beam.
Untie it and slide it into the sleeve of the female corpse.
The female corpse floated down as if it was weightless, and a pair of bulging eyes that stared at Balian sadly, with no light and no focus.
She was completely blind.
The female corpse tilted her head, with a faint sneer in her dull eyes.
Balian knew that she couldn't see, so he looked at the small yellow drum fastened to the waist of the female corpse unscrupulously.
The drum head was as big as two palms, and the scarlet tassels seemed to have been soaked in blood. In fact, the tassels were indeed stained with countless blood. Even from a distance, Balian could smell the strong smell of blood.
The skin of the drum is yellow and thin, and when illuminated by candlelight, one can clearly see the thin and translucent texture on the skin.
This is actually a human skin drum!
Balian's dark eyes darkened for a moment, and he immediately turned to check on the unconscious Fang Geyu, feeling a wave of worry in his heart.
The human skin drum is a famous evil weapon in the ghost realm.
Some people's skin drums can transform people's thoughts and kill people, while some people's skin drums can restrain their souls and turn people into ghosts.
Bai Lian couldn't tell what kind of human skin drum the female corpse was, but it was definitely not a safe thing for Fang Geyu, who had been unconscious.
Before he could turn Fang Geyu's body over, a cold corpse hand touched Bai Lian's neck, and the black nails suddenly exerted force!
The five fingers were deeply embedded in the skin, and a cold death whisper came from behind: "You are pretending to sleep."
It is absolutely impossible for people who listen to the sound of human skin drums to wake up so quickly.
Although the soul in the female body seemed to be in a state of ignorance, she was not stupid. From the moment Balian spoke out, she knew that he had not been tricked.
Even though Bai Lian still had the strength to fight, Fang Geyu was in a coma and he had some scruples in his heart. He did not resist excessively against the female corpse's tightening behavior.
He tried his best to use the breathing technique taught to him by Wen Hanwei, making his breathing sound and fake heartbeat sound infinitely close to those of human beings.
The female corpse did not notice anything strange about Balian, but felt that the skin under her palms was unusually cold.
Her expression was dazed for a moment, then returned to her indifferent and mocking look: "Your body is so cold, Yun Shulang, are you scared?"
That look seemed to say that he was still as useless as before.
Balian was obviously startled when the female corpse called out Yun Shulang's name.
This female corpse mistook him for Yun Shulang.
He had entered the deserted house in the inner city under the guise of Yun Shulang. He didn't know why the female corpse knew Yun Shulang, but judging from her tone, she seemed to be familiar with Yun Shulang.
It would be okay to say that she was blind and couldn't distinguish his appearance.
However, she actually couldn't hear the difference between his voice and Yun Shulang's.
What's more, if she really knew Yun Shulang, she wouldn't know that Yun Shulang was just a mortal gentleman who didn't know how to cultivate.
But just now, the female corpse had clearly fought with him.
Balian suppressed the doubts in his heart and simply confirmed Yun Shulang's identity to the end.
He quietly touched Fang Geyu's forehead with his palm and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that her body temperature was normal, but said calmly: "What exactly do you want to do?"
After the voice finished asking, the five fingers holding the neck suddenly tightened with force!
The female corpse's jet-black nails covered with corpse poison were sharp and extended, with terrifying power enough to cut through his corpse demon body. The knife-like nails sank into the flesh, leaving five black and red blood holes in a short time.
Because of the pain, Balian frowned, raised his right hand, and tightened the female corpse's wrist with the force of his palm like an iron vice, and began to wrestle.
He saw the female corpse pressing her cold and lifeless face, her blue-grey eyes were filled with scarlet bloodshot eyes, and her other hand struck out like lightning, strangling Bilian's hand that fell on Fang Ge.
The palm in front of the forehead.
There was no emotion or anger in her cold and hoarse voice: "You really care about your new wife, Yun Shulang, you still dare to do small things in front of my nose, you are really like a dog that can't change and eat shit.
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In the haze, Balian seemed to have grasped some vital thread at this moment, and his head was forced to rise. He took a deep look at the face of the female corpse, and looked at the look of resentment in her eyes.
, he called out her name: "Hesha..."
I thought that this call would bring something different.
However, the expression of the female corpse did not change at all, and at the same time, Balian also noticed that the resentment in her eyes was not directed at him as 'Yun Shulang'.
The female corpse smiled calmly, but her blue-grey eyes became more and more ferocious and sad: "It's useless for you to worry about me like this."
For a moment, Balian didn't know what to say.
He learned about the story of Hesha, a woman in wash clothes, and the young master of the Yun family from the Yun family's servants. The poor woman who was supposed to drown in a deep lake in the border town suddenly transformed into such a terrifying ghost in the deserted house.
All the darkness and bitterness in it are unknown and no one knows.
But even though the female corpse ghost in front of him is extremely ferocious, it does not change that she was an innocent and pitiful person during her lifetime.
Balian knew that he was now facing the female corpse He Sha as 'Yun Shulang'. He frowned, slowly released the palm that was tightly holding her wrist, and rubbed her wrist awkwardly with his fingers.
He looked at the bruises and whispered: "I'm sorry."
The female corpse's eyes widened slightly, and the strength between her fingers could not help but slow down. She lowered her head, clearly unable to see, but her empty eyes still subconsciously turned toward Bai Lian.
Blue fingers.
She looked confused and looked a little silly.
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