Rebirth on the wedding night, being doted on by the scumbag elder brother

Baili Yan's face looked grim, and he didn't dare to look her in the eye. "I'm sorry!" These words seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he spoke them intermittently.

Ye Yunzi looked straight at him and said, "The person you feel most sorry for right now is actually yourself."

Myself? Baili Yan felt a pang of sadness, but this predicament was entirely his own fault.

The darkness around him seemed to wrap him tightly. Baili Yan felt weak all over and slowly sat down on the ground.

……

"Will this trick really work?"

"As the saying goes, if you have done something wrong, you will be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door at night. This is even more true for murderers. Unless they are cruel and ruthless, they will definitely have a psychological burden." Ye Yunzi explained on the side.

Tao Qiming frowned and began to apply it on his face.

I originally thought that I would never have the experience of dressing up as a woman again, but I didn't expect that this time I would have to dress up as a female ghost.

"Miss Ye, this is really the last time. Next time you encounter this situation, don't look for me again."

"I know, I know."

Despite his constant complaints, Tao Qiming still completed the disguise seriously.

"How about it?"

"Wait a moment, let me take a look." Ye Yunzi compared the portrait in her hand, which was the appearance of the deceased woman Hua'er, "The eyebrows don't seem to be similar enough."

"now what?"

"That's great. There's no flaw at all."

Ye Yunzi couldn't help but admire. No matter how many times she had seen it, Tao Qiming's disguise skills were always amazing.

At this moment, his appearance had almost completely turned into the woman in the painting, except that his face was slightly paler.

"The man will go to Mudan Building today, and you only need to meet him then."

Ye Yunzi put away the scroll, threw it into the brazier, and looked at the blazing flames with a face full of sympathy.

A beautiful woman left the world silently, but the man continued to live happily and didn't care at all.

"Don't worry, he will definitely get the punishment he deserves."

She whispered to herself, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

"Miss Ye, what did you say?"

"fine……"

night.

There was constant noise in the Mudan Building, the air was filled with the aroma of wine, and the red lanterns on the upper floor cast an ambiguous light.

A man staggered in, and two women came forward to greet him. They asked in a tender voice, "Sir, you haven't been here for a long time. Have you forgotten us sisters?"

"How could that be? I think about you guys every day." The man answered with a smile, a hint of drunkenness in his words.

"Sir, you are such a bad guy..." the women said coquettishly.

After a few rounds of drinking, the man felt dizzy and his memory gradually became blurred.

The woman helped him into the room and whispered softly, "Sir, please wait a moment. I'll be back soon."

"Okay, remember to hurry up." The man responded dazedly.

I don’t know what kind of spices were burning in the room, the faint green smoke brought a hint of coolness.

The man lay down on the bed, feeling his body unusually heavy.

"Water, give me water..." He was extremely thirsty, but no one responded after he called out several times.

Outside the house, Ye Yunzi watched all this coldly.

"Miss, the person has been brought here as you requested." The brothel girl said respectfully.

Ye Yunzi took out an exquisite hairpin from her sleeve as a reward. The woman was delighted after receiving it. She did not expect this girl to be so generous. Although she did not know why she wanted to bring Mr. Liu here, it had nothing to do with her.

The woman happily put away her hairpin and prepared to leave.

"Water, who can give me some water..." The man's voice sounded more urgent.

He struggled to get up and drank two large glasses of water in one breath, which slightly relieved his thirst and gradually made his mind clearer. Looking around, he found that the room was empty, and he couldn't help feeling a little irritated.

"What is going on? Why is there no one here?" Suddenly, he noticed a woman sitting in front of the bronze mirror, slowly combing her long hair. Her profile looked like a person walking out of a painting, so beautiful that it was breathtaking.

The man was stunned, "You, who are you..." As he slowly approached, the familiar feeling became stronger and stronger, as if he had seen him somewhere.

However, desire blinded his eyes and he boldly moved closer, wanting to hug the other person.

“Come on, stay with me, I will never treat you unfairly.” He whispered, and his hands began to wander over the woman’s body.

The woman turned around slowly, her face as pale as paper, "Sir, do you really not recognize me?"

Her voice was low and cold, as if it came from all directions, filling the whole room with a chill.

The green smoke continued to linger, adding a sense of mystery.

"You...you..." The man stared blankly at the woman in his arms.

The woman's face was as pale as paper, and her eyes stared at him blankly, as if they could penetrate his soul. He felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet, and almost his whole body was shaking.

She! She is the flower! The dead flower!

"You...ghost!" The man suddenly stood up, his eyes full of fear that almost popped out of his sockets.

"My lord, what did I do wrong? My death was so unjust!" The woman cried in a low voice, her voice was desolate and chilling. "Wow, my lord, why are you so cruel?"

"I..." The man took a few steps back and could not speak clearly.

He turned around and wanted to escape from this horrific scene, but found that the door was already closed and could not be opened no matter how hard he tried.

"Help! There's a ghost!" he shouted, his voice echoing in the room.

"Young Master!" The woman's voice gradually approached, as if whispering in his ear. Her pale face, deep eye sockets, black pupils, and blood and tears sliding down from the corners of her eyes almost suffocated him.

"Master, I feel so wronged!" she said slowly.

"Please, let me go! Huaer, I didn't mean it, I really didn't. I will burn paper money for you every year from now on, lots and lots." The man knelt on the ground, clasped his hands together, and begged continuously.

"I didn't mean to hurt you, it was just an accident, I didn't expect you to do that." His words were interrupted by his own sobs.

"Sir." The woman stopped moving, her dark eyes fixed on him, "As long as you turn yourself in and sincerely apologize to me, I will not take your life."

"Okay, okay, I'll turn myself in." The man agreed tremblingly, but fainted from fear.

When Tao Qiming saw the man fall to the ground, he curled his lips in disdain: "You are so cowardly, are you still a man?"

Ye Yunzi opened the door and saw Tao Qiming's face was covered with blood. She was shocked and immediately turned her head away: "Hurry up and wipe the blood off your face."

Tao Qiming wiped his face hastily with his sleeve: "Will he turn himself in?"

Ye Yunzi glanced coldly at the man on the ground, a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she did not give an answer.

The man slowly woke up from his fainting and found himself lying on a soft bed.

"Ah!" He screamed, his body covered in cold sweat.