When someone with depression enters the horror game

Shen Lian knelt on the ground and played a bamboo flute.

This was the first time he knelt down, kneeling a dying man and a dead ghost.

The ghost leaned on the person weakly and bonelessly, looking at Shen Lian in disbelief.

"Where did Xiao Xianggong's flute music come from?"

Shen Lian lowered her eyebrows and said, "My father taught me when I was young."

The ghost stood up eagerly, and said in a trembling tone, "Do you still have memories of your childhood?"

"I just remember that my younger sister loves Danqing very much, especially portraits."

The ghost couldn't bear it any longer, and flew over with the corner of its skirt, tears streaming down its face.

She hugged her lost and recovered brother, and broke down crying regardless of her image.

Shen Lian couldn't help but shed tears.

The two brothers and sisters cried together, looking at each other with tearful eyes, choked up speechless.

Wang looked at this scene and breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, he did not break his promise to his girl.

After one person and one ghost calmed down a bit, Shen Lian asked tremblingly, "Where's the eldest brother?"

There was a hint of worry in his tone, a hint of expectation.

Painted Skin Ghost laughed through tears: "I found it a few days ago, and now I'm drinking tea in a teahouse."

Shen Lian patted her chest, and also smiled: "The three of us, brothers and sisters, finally met."

Wang walked out wisely, leaving some space for the brother and sister who had just met.

So the "brothers and sisters" quickly put away the laughter and tears on their faces, and withdrew their holding hands.

Sitting on the gorgeous floor tiles, Shen Lian asked, "Is that concubine dead?"

Painted Skin Ghost was also sitting on the floor tiles, playing with the tassels on the headdress: "Dead."

So Painted Skin Ghost leaned closer to Shen Lian, with dangerous and ambiguous eyes: "Then when will the young man fulfill his promise and give this heart to my concubine?"

Shen Lian unbuttoned her coat and pulled off her inner coat.

His movements are very slow, which makes the atmosphere here even more charming.

He took Painted Skin Ghost's cold hand and placed it on his heart.

Painted Skin Ghost laughed all over the country.

"People's hearts are still so warm." Her eyes were blurred.

Shen Lian smiled as she looked at Painted Skin Ghost's hand on his heart, a hand that could take his life with just a little force.

"You finally have a better smile."

"How to say?"

"You used to smile beautifully, but you didn't have any warmth. Just like that guy named Zheng, you looked hypocritical. Now, how brilliant you are."

"That's because I'm very happy now, happy from the bottom of my heart."

Now his clothes are scattered and his hair is messy, but he smiles like a child.

There was a strange, contradictory charm about him.

Painted Skin Ghost couldn't bear it, and pecked his collarbone, leaving a bloody mark.

Shen Lian covered her face and smiled: "You not only want my heart, but also my body? My whole life is yours. This skin is not bad, you can peel off the skin after digging out the heart."

Painted Skin Ghost grabbed Shen Lian, but tied his coat.

Shen Lian lay on the ground, looking at her suspiciously.

"I don't want your heart anymore, just set up a tablet for me, and it says Zhang Shi Wanniang."

"You strange fellow, living is more interesting than dying."

After all, she Shi Shi ran out of the house.

Shen Lian lay on the floor tiles, resting her hands under her head, looking at the carved beams and painted buildings.

Clothes are messed up, hair is messed up.

It directly startled the little maid who came in.

"Young master... what's wrong with you..."

Shen Lian turned her head and looked at her: "Miss, can you help me find a mahogany tree? Thank you."

The little maid fell to her knees on the ground with a "plop".

Shen Lian had no choice but to change the rhetoric: "Find me a peach tree, hurry up."

The little maid kowtowed and ran out in fear.