Strong counterattack: President, bullying is too much

"Okay, you shut up too, think too much!"

Yan Xia glared at her, withdrew her hand, and gloomily drank the last sip of coffee.

"Xiaobai is right to worry. If I want to stay in the castle safely and earn a high salary, this haunting issue must be resolved. If Li Yunting really has a mental illness, if I don't cure him, he will be driven crazy sooner or later... "

"Ha!" Ji Qianyi twisted her mouth angrily, "How can there be ghosts in this world? People's hearts are more sinister than ghosts. The ghost in red clothes may be the illusion that you lived in the old castle to scare yourself. That's right. , being teased to death by a peerless beauty like Li Yunting every day, half stupid if not crazy."

Xue Xiaobai looked at the two girlfriends who bickered with each other with a sad face, and narrowed his eyes with a smile:

"Okay, now I have two questions. First, Li Shao is nice to Yan Xia. Does he like her or has a split personality?"

"Second, are there any ghosts in the castle? Please bet on both sides, and I will be the referee."

Upon hearing the bet, Ji Qianyi immediately pulled out the money and slapped it on the table: "I bet that Young Master Li likes Yanxia, ​​the castle is haunted! Hehe..."

Yan Xia protected her wallet: "Then I can only bet on the opposite side?"

Xue Xiaobai smiled slightly and leaned into her ear: "If Lao Ji wins, you will make a lot of money! Do you still care about the 100 yuan?"

As he said that, he took out 200 yuan and placed them in front of Yan Xia and Ji Qianyi respectively.

Yanxia pulled out a brand new card of Grandpa Mao in pain: "Xiaobai...you are really a fool...you actually bet on both sides!"

After a while, Leng Yan walked in, saw the three girls playing together, couldn't help smiling.

"Miss Su, it's getting late, it's time to go back."

"Oh! Come now!"

Yan Xia had no choice but to bid farewell to her best friend, and returned to the castle villa with Leng Yan.

In the middle of the night, the castle was as quiet as usual, and even the servants had gone to sleep.

She walked through the living room, went down the stairs, looked at the oil painting where she found the female ghost in red last night, she was horrified, and hurried upstairs.

Just as she walked to the door of her room, she suddenly heard a scream of grief.

Although he couldn't hear clearly because it was too far away, he could tell that it was a woman, and Qi seemed to be cursing or questioning.

Yan Xia breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to run into the room, but when she thought of Ji Qianyi saying that there are no ghosts in this world, she stopped.

If there were no ghosts, how could she explain the ghost cries she heard before, the roar she heard now, and the female ghost in red she saw last night?

If there are no ghosts, it can only be people!

Thinking of this, she suddenly became unafraid, carefully discerned the direction of the voice, turned around and walked to the third floor.

After going through the spiral staircase to the third floor, the voice became clearer and clearer.

The woman whimpered and cried, exactly the same as the ghost cry Yan Xia heard before!It's just more textured and more realistic.

She lifted her skirt and hurried to the upper floor of the castle. She could hear more and more clearly in the spiral staircase space.

And amidst the crying, there was actually a deep male voice mixed in, and even muffled whipping sounds...

Yan Xia closed her eyes and held her breath, all her attention was focused on the man's voice.

Low and magnetic, the muffled sound of enduring pain resonates strangely with the empty house.

"Young Master Ting..." She opened her eyes suddenly, her heart seemed to be locked together.

Why, that voice is so similar to Li Yunting? !

She no longer cared about ghosts or not, and no matter which floor she reached, she just ran up.

About to reach the seventh floor, she was out of breath and could not climb the stairs.

She bent down and breathed heavily, but felt the moonlight shining on the ground on the wrought iron carved pane outside the stairs suddenly dimmed.

A figure blocked the way.