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——"Ahh!!" An uncontrollable terrified cry came from Fu Zongshu's mouth, his eyeballs were wide open, as if he had seen something terrifying, either as if, or he had seen something terrifying.

Under his extreme panic, his body seemed to be frozen. Even though his consciousness was frantically trying to escape, his body did not move at all against his will. Fu Zongshu was obviously indoors, and the cold wind was still blowing outside the window, but his whole body was The sweat was pouring down like rain, and the cold sweat soon wet his neck. Even if he moved a little, he could hear the "click" sound of his neck. Fu Zongshu was full of despair, feeling that he was being controlled by some unknown ghost. People who have entered the middle age, but they are crying tears, begging around vaguely in their mouths.However, if Fu Zongshu could distract himself a little and pay attention to himself, he would find that in fact no one was controlling him. It was all because Fu Zongshu was too frightened, his feet were weak, and he had no strength to stand up and run away.

Looking up along the hand that grabbed him, or it can't be called it, but it is pale, and the fingertips are all ominous gray-black, gloomy, and there is something like flesh and blood sticking to the edge of the palm. It firmly grasped its own, so Fu Zongshu could clearly feel the touch of those things rubbing against him.

The tangy smell of blood gradually came from its body. It had no smell at first, but at some point, there was a stronger smell of blood in his breath, which made Fu Zongshu feel sick.The smell appeared suddenly, as if Fu Zongshu's sight reflected bloody flesh, so he subconsciously felt that his nose should also smell blood, so it appeared.This strange smell did not arouse Fu Zongshu's suspicion, but subconsciously decided that it was more reasonable.In fact, Fu Zongshu has no other thoughts now. His attention is highly concentrated, all of which are focused on the thing in front of him, his stomach is rolling, his face is livid, and his forehead is covered with beads of sweat. Holding on to this lifeless thing, Fu Zongshu almost wanted to roll his eyes and pass out before finishing.

I don't know if it's alive or not, it's about the same height as his wife. It was wearing a red dress. It was lying on the bed just now, but now it sat up with disheveled hair. Fu Zongshu twitched with fear, but His wrists turned blue from being clamped by the force like iron pliers, he asked tremblingly, "Who the hell are you?" Forget it, I also met such a strange "person" who I don't know if he is still alive, and I feel scared, but I don't have the courage to ask.

The person didn't speak, but pressed harder. When she raised her head, Fu Zongshu could clearly see the extremely gloomy eyes of this person. His complexion was pale, which was exactly the same as the skin on his fingertips. His eyes were dark and dull, straight Staring at him hookedly, it made people panic like a bottomless pit.

However, Fu Zongshu breathed a sigh of relief, because no matter how he looked at it, he was a living person, not a dead person.His face loosened a bit, as long as he was alive, he was powerful and powerful, and he could deal with this kind of person who just wanted money and power, even if she was a woman.

Fu Zongshu thought so, and twitched his fingers again, regaining his composure, and said flatly, "You can count yourself as capable if you can touch this place, tell me what you want?"

After the words fell, just when Fu Zongshu felt confident, the woman sitting on the bed suddenly exerted a lot of strength and pulled the unsuspecting Fu Zongshu to the front. On the edge of his mouth, under Fu Zongshu's terrified gaze and frenzied struggle again, he bit down happily!

Strangely, the blood didn't flow out, but turned into a cloud of black mist and floated in the air, and then was absorbed by that weird woman at a speed visible to the naked eye.Although there was no bleeding visually, the pain that should have been there did not decrease, but it became a little deeper because of the fear.

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Fu Zongshu's eyes were dark and his footsteps were vain, and he ran frantically out of the bedroom door, knocking over countless bottles and cans along the way. The things in his bedroom must be authentic, but now, Fu Zongshu's heart and eyes are filled with the desire to escape for his life.However, the uninterrupted severe pain made Fu Zongshu have no strength to escape at all. The bedroom door was close in front of him, but it seemed like an insurmountable moat.

His whole body was almost covered with black mist. According to the previous situation, Fu Zongshu had obviously lost too much blood. If one could see his current injuries, the wounds were pitted and pitted, which was simply daunting.

Looking at the door so close, and turning his head with difficulty to look at the "person" slowly approaching him with strange and awkward steps, Fu Zongshu was full of despair. Could it be that his ambitious ambitions had not been realized, and he was about to be confused? Did Li die in this inexplicable place in a daze?Fu Zongshu regretted it from the bottom of his heart. At the juncture of life and death, regret drowned him like a tide, but it could not save him. His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and the last image left on the retina was that female ghost. lying on top of himself.

"Master! Master, wake up, Master!" The constant buzzing in his ear made Fu Zongshu frown in annoyance, but the moment his consciousness came back, he immediately woke up, but he couldn't open his eyes anyway. The heavy eyelids seemed to be glued to them, making Fu Zongshu sweat all over. His body trembled, but his wife didn't notice it, and kept shouting. His life was too short to protect their wives. The messy content made Fu Zongshu's forehead pop up with blue veins, and the eyeballs under his eyelids rolled back and forth. Now his wife saw his strangeness, and ran out the door with a scream. He called for a doctor, but Fu Zongshu, who was left alone in the room, suddenly opened his eyes with a lot of energy.

He looked around first, and made sure that this was his study. Fu Zongshu's head was full of previous encounters, and the pain that pierced his bones made Fu Zongshu tremble uncontrollably.

At this time, his wife came in with the doctor, and the old doctor slowly began to feel his pulse. His wife was glad that Fu Zongshu woke up, and then began to talk about how she found out that something was wrong, "Master, you really scared me!" Yes, I made the porridge before, and I want to call you to eat, but concubines are generally not allowed to enter your study." She glanced at Fu Zongshu when she said this, and continued when she saw that he didn't respond, "I I just thought that it would not be too late to ask you to eat after the porridge was cold, but after a quarter of an hour, who knows why I called you outside and you didn't answer, I was in a hurry, and after calling the servants to knock open the door, I saw the master You passed out on the ground, and the ink was scattered all over the ground."

Fu Zongshu responded with a gloomy face. Seeing that his face was not good, his wife dared not say anything else, so she fell silent.

Fu Zongshu was thinking about the encounter between life and death he had experienced before. Could it be that this was really just his fantasy?Or was it a dream that was all too real?He was confused, the pain seemed unimaginable, but if it was true, there were no obvious scars on his body.

Just as he was about to comfort himself that this incident was a too real dream, Fu Zongshu rolled his eyes and saw an unusually conspicuous scar on his skinny wrist. The scar was purple and black, obviously caused by too much force The bruises have fermented over time and turned into the terrifying appearance they are today.

The moment he saw this scar, Fu Zongshu's clothes on his back were soaked in cold sweat. He could clearly see that this was the scar caused by the terrifying strength of the female ghost when she held it on his wrist!

Fu Zongshu was frightened.

He pulled out his wrist all at once, then grabbed the old doctor's collar, and said with unconcealable fear and panic in his tone, "What's the matter with this wound?!" Fu Zongshu pointed to his blackened wrist and gave it to the old doctor The doctor sees.

The old doctor was strangled by the sudden force for a while, coughed out a sound, waited until it was finally smooth, followed the look of the prime minister, and then looked inexplicably, "My lord, what are you talking about, what are you talking about on your wrist?" Obviously not injured."

"What?!" Fu Zongshu's cold sweat began to flow down his forehead again.

His wife carefully confirmed from the side, "Master, what's wrong with you, there is no wound on your wrist at all."

Fu Zongshu listened to the words in his ears, but felt as if he was in a biting cold wind. He seemed to be in a trance, and he seemed to hear the small sound of the red-clothed ghost crawling over, and the rustling of the hem of her clothes rubbing against the ground.

A tall and thin young man found a pair of streamers from nowhere. On the white silk cloth, there were a few big characters written on the white silk cloth, with four big characters written on iron and silver hooks, "impermanence leads to life", but the pair of streamers were too torn. Ordinary people don't even take a look. As for those who know the truth, they avoid it. Only Qin Heng is watching something in the void, and then humming the unknown Bai Wuchang, which is full of ancient rhythms, in a very good mood , asked, "But what?"

Bai Wuchang was very mysterious, and he didn't explain clearly, he just hummed his little tune, "The way of heaven is reincarnation, the way of heaven is reincarnation."

"Don't worry about him, he's like this when he's excited." Hearing the voice, Qin Heng turned around, and saw that Hei Wuchang, who had always been reticent, rarely spoke back to him.

Qin Heng was speechless for a moment.

Hei Wuchang also looked at the void that Bai Wuchang had seen before, his deep eyes were full of reincarnation of life and death, thousands of lonely souls, and added lightly, "The wicked will have their own day."