Strong counterattack: President, bullying is too much

At this moment, Yan Xia was lying on the bed, giving out red envelopes in the group of girlfriends.

Because after she came back, she sent an "urgent notice: the engagement has been cancelled" among the three people, and she was so bombarded by her girlfriends that she couldn't lift her head, so she had to send red envelopes to make up for the spiritual loss of the two little ancestors, and promised to invite them to watch the concert meeting.

Saying good night, the three people finally recovered their calm, but Yan Xia's whole body seemed to be falling apart, she turned over, lay on the bed in large characters, and fell asleep in a daze.

Sleeping until midnight, she only felt a gust of cold wind and woke up suddenly.

The lights in the room had been turned off at some point, leaving only the wake-up lamp in the corner still emitting a weak light.

There seemed to be howling wind outside, and the white curtains fluttered up and down, making it difficult for people to see clearly what was going on outside the window.

Mom said to cool down, and it really did. The wind is so cold, isn't it going to rain in the middle of the night?

Yan Xia got up and walked slowly towards the window, trying to close the glass window.

At this time, a weak and thin cry pierced into her ear like a small ant.

She was trembling all over, her feet seemed to be stuck to the ground, and she didn't dare to move. She listened carefully, hoping that it was just a fleeting tinnitus.

However, the cry became more and more clear, mixed with angry curses, echoing in the corridor.

Yan Xia's heart was in her throat, she grabbed a fruit knife, slowly moved to the door, opened it, and walked out.

Step by step, she was getting closer and closer to the sound, but she couldn't tell where the crying came from.

The castle was full of corners, and the ethereal echoes were enough to disturb her hearing and judgment.

Holding the fruit knife tightly, she limped towards the other end of the corridor...

The lights in the corridor were half extinguished after Li Yunting took a rest, and a light was turned on after a long distance.

Yan Xia was breathing, walking, and suddenly felt a shadow flashing by her side!

She turned abruptly, facing a glass-framed medieval oil painting hanging on the wall.

Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief, looking at the figure on the oil painting, she told herself silently that the figure she mistakenly thought was just a figure on the oil painting.

At this moment, on the glass frame of the oil painting, a red figure flashed and disappeared.

This time Yan Xia could see clearly that that touch of red was a gorgeous bridal gown, and the one wearing the gown was a woman.

Pale face, pale hands, pale legs...

The female ghost in red!

"Ah—" Yan Xia yelled, threw the fruit knife, turned and ran.

She was not familiar with the situation of this old castle at all. As soon as she ran to the bottom of the steps leading to the second floor, she tripped over a flower stand beside the stairs.

"Don't hurt me!" She thought she was caught by a ghost, fell to the ground with a thud, hugged the pillar of the stairs tightly, closed her eyes and screamed, "I'm not a bad person! Don't hurt me..."

A hand was lightly placed on her shoulder, so frightened that she closed her eyes and patted that hand desperately.

"Please let me go... I will burn paper and money for you!"

Overhead, there was a sneer.

That hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her up.

This hand...why is it so hot?

Yan Xia opened her eyes and saw that the "stair pillar" in front of her was not wood, but soft and warm.

Looking up again, she was so startled that she almost jumped up.

I'm going!

It turned out that what she hugged just now was not a pillar, but a person's long legs!