Chapter 267 Sorry
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, thinking calmly for a while, and then turned to look at the girl in red clothes who was sleeping soundly holding his arm.
A gust of wind blew by my side.
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 are deeply convex, and the long bright red tongue is stretched out. The door is not closed. As the night wind blows, the hanged corpse is shaking and shaking, and the clothes are fluttering. It looks like it is dead. The terrifying appearance.
If it were an ordinary person who woke up at night and suddenly saw such a terrifying scene, he would be so scared that he would lose his mind and scream.
But Balian's performance was unusually calm. He tilted his head and asked seriously: "Isn't it uncomfortable? Like this."
Seeing that he failed to scare Balian, The tongue of the female corpse in red rolled up, and rolled back into her mouth in disappointment like rolling a rice cake. The red silk tied around her neck also danced like a snake, untied itself from the rafter, and slipped into the sleeves of the female corpse. middle.
The female corpse floated down as if it was weightless. A pair of bulging eyes stared at Bai Lian sadly, with no light and no focus.
She was completely blind.
The female corpse tilted her head, with a hint of ridicule in her dull eyes.
Bailian knew that she could not see, so he looked at the small yellow leather drum fastened to the waist of the female corpse unscrupulously.
The drum head is as big as two palms, and the scarlet-rimmed tassels seem to have been soaked in blood. In fact, the tassels are indeed stained with countless blood. Even from a distance, Balian can smell it. The fishy smell of blood.
The skin of the drum is yellow and thin, and when illuminated by candlelight, one can even clearly see the thin and translucent texture lines on the skin.
This is actually a human skin drum!
Bailian's dark eyes darkened for a moment, and he immediately turned to check on the unconscious Fang Geyu, feeling a surge of worry in his heart.
The human skin drum is a famous evil weapon in the ghost world.
Some people's skin drums can turn people into ghosts, and 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."
Those who have listened to the sound of human skin drums will definitely not be so fast. Come to your senses.
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 human beings.
The female corpse did not notice anything strange about Balian, only that the skin under her palms was unusually cold.
Her expression was dazed for a moment, and then returned to her indifferent and mocking look: "Your body is so cold, Yun Shulang, are you scared?"
That gaze seemed to be Said, 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 originally 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, it seemed that she was 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 against him.
Bailian 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 found that her body temperature was normal. He couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, but said calmly: "What exactly do you want to do?"
After he finished speaking, the five fingers holding his neck suddenly tightened with force!
The female corpse's pitch-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, quickly leaving five black and red blood holes.
Because of the pain, Balian frowned and raised his right hand. The palm of his hand tightened the female corpse's wrist like an iron clamp 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 was like lightning, strangling Balian. The palm that landed on Fang Geyu's forehead.
There was no emotion or anger in her cold and hoarse voice: "You really care about your new wife, Yun Shulang, how dare you do little tricks in front of my eyes, really. Dogs can’t change their habit of eating shit.”
Confused. During this moment, Balian seemed to have grasped some vital thread at this moment, and his head was forced to lift up. 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.
But the expression of the female corpse did not change at all. At the same time, Bai Lian 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."
Bailian didn't know what to say for a moment. .
He learned about the story of He Sha, 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 city suddenly changed into a woman in an abandoned house. Such a terrifying ghost.
All the darkness and bitterness in it are unknown and no one knows.
But even though the female corpse ghost in front of me is extremely ferocious, it does not change that she was an innocent and pitiful person during her lifetime.
Bailian knew that he was now facing the female corpse Hesha as 'Yun Shulang'. He frowned and slowly released the palm that was tightly holding her wrist. His fingers were jerky and clumsy. He rubbed the bruises on her wrists and whispered: "Hug "Sorry."
The female corpse's eyes widened slightly, and the strength between her fingers could not help but slow down. She tilted her head, obviously unable to see, but her empty eyes were still there. Subconsciously, he turned to Balian's gently bruised fingers.
She looked confused and looked a little silly.
Obviously she didn't expect that she would hear Yun Shulang's apology.
(End of this chapter)