The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

"Shen Sheng!" Wang Luan felt that he was pressing heavily on Qi Chensheng's body. He was about to stand up to check his situation, but he didn't want Qi Chensheng to cover his mouth and lock him into his arms.

Wang Luan was puzzled for a moment, but soon heard the ghost baby's intermittent crying——

It followed suit.

The surroundings were still in chaos, and Qi Muyao, who was also down, grabbed the lamp in his hand and desperately searched for his sister's body in the dark.

The ghost baby's voice not only didn't frighten him, but aroused the anger in his heart. He used the broken stick in his hand like crazy, overturned all obstacles, vigorously knocked on the ground and the fallen box, and shouted loudly. : "Why are you crying! Come out if you have the ability!"

"What did our brothers and sisters do wrong? It's worth playing like this!"

"Come out if you have the ability, bite me to death, bite me to death!"

The ghost baby seemed to enjoy his incompetent anger very much, and the cries became more and more shrill, spreading erratically to every corner in the darkness.

Whenever Qi Muyao rushes away angrily with his stick, it suddenly disappears and then reappears in another place.

After all, it was the young master who was pampered and pampered since he was a child. Qi Muyao was exhausted not long after, his body was hunched, he was gasping for breath, he kept tripping over things under his feet, then he struggled to get up, and then tripped again... He was bruised all over.

The ghost baby's voice finally disappeared completely. At this time, under the chaos, Qi Wangxiang's weak voice came out: "Fifth Brother..."

Before finally falling from the second floor, Wangxiang and Rurong were next to each other, Qi Muyao staggered towards the source of the sound as if he had grasped the last straw.

Wang Luan and Qi Chensheng looked at each other, Qi Chensheng finally let go of his hand, Wang Luan quickly helped him up, and anxiously looked at his back: "How are you, Shen Sheng?!"

Qi Chensheng held Wang Luan's hand, shook his head, and brought him back to him: "Ninth brother, I'm fine, really."

Wang Luan didn't believe it, and when he still wanted to see it, he heard Qi Chensheng say again: "Let's go to Rurong's side...see if we can help."

Wang Luan paused, and looked at Qi Chensheng for a while, but he didn't refute, and helped him to stand up.

When the two arrived, Qi Muyao had opened most of the broken cabinets, Qi Wangxiang was struggling to crawl out, and Ru Rong's body was also deeply pressed underneath, only Zhang's terrified, still stained face was exposed. Bloody little face.

Wang Luan couldn't bear to watch it any longer. He still remembered that in the afternoon, this little girl ran towards them with the embroidery shed in her hands. At that time, there was only a clean smile on her face, which was more beautiful than the sun.

But now, she could only lie under the messy cabinet, losing the last warmth from her body.

But in any case, to him, Ru Rong is just a little girl whom he has known for a long time.The person who was really heartbroken by her death was Qi Muyao, the elder brother who raised her by holding her up.

In just half a night, he first lost his closest brother and sister.

Rurong's body was finally carefully dug out by Qi Muyao, holding his sister with his hands full of scars, weeping bitterly amidst the collapse.

The Qi Shangwen brothers and sisters who had fled to the first floor before heard the movement here, and rushed over boldly.And what they saw was this scene.

A trace of shock flashed across Qi Shangwen's face. When Qi Chensheng said that he could not use the holding demon, he was still somewhat suspicious, thinking that Qi Chensheng might not be able to tell the truth.

But seeing Rurong die in front of Qi Chensheng like this now, Qi Shangwen really believed it, and really flustered.

It took him quite a while to stabilize his mind, he was able to act like an elder brother, and stepped forward to say a few words of comfort to Qi Muyao.And following behind, Qi Ruqian, who was already introverted, couldn't take it anymore, sobbing softly.

Cousin Qiu was still in a state of bewilderment. What happened tonight was completely beyond his comprehension, so he could only repeat blankly: "What should we do... what should we do... what should we do... "

Beside Wang Luan, the silent Qi Chensheng was looking at the dead Ru Rong, without any superfluous expression on his face.

As Qi Muyao's cries gradually diminished, darkness and silence swept over again, and the fear still lingered in everyone's heart and never left.

The cry of the baby, like a bait wrapped in a poisonous hook, came from the broken floor above.

No one knows whose life it will take this time.

"What... what should we do?" Maybe she was really too scared, Qi Ruqian, who had always been taciturn, grabbed her brother's hand tremblingly, and asked again crying.

Wang Luan also looked at Qi Chensheng inquiringly, and got a silent answer.

Several servants got together again, and compared to the young masters and ladies of the Qi family, they were more like innocent participants in this nightmare tonight.

Even if the death is really tragic, it may not be paid attention to.

At this time, Qi Muyao stood up from the ground again, he didn't ask others to help, he put his sister aside with difficulty, and pulled off the curtain with all his strength, covering her body.

After doing all this, he dragged his extremely heavy steps, as if he was about to fall in the next moment, and walked towards the stairs.

"Mu Yao!" Qi Shangwen couldn't help calling him, wanting to persuade him, but when Qi Muyao turned around, the not-so-bright portable lamp illuminated him, and it was so red that it was bloodshot When he opened his eyes, Qi Shangwen still closed his mouth.

Qi Wangxiang's body was too weak to move any more, but he still struggled to get up, barely following behind Qi Muyao.

"Shall we go upstairs too?" Wang Luan looked up at the stairs, and held Qi Chensheng's arm with some worry, and asked in a low voice: "Shen Sheng, tell me the truth, did you fall and get crushed just now?"

Qi Chensheng picked up Wang Luan's hand that was supporting him, put it on his lips and kissed it lightly, and then said: "Of course I want to follow to see."

"Ninth Brother, don't worry," he said, looking down at Wang Luan's barely gripped waist, and said in a low voice, "Besides, Ninth Brother is so thin, how can he press me down?"

Wang Luan was still worried, but with the current situation, there was really no time for him to worry, so he could only support Qi Chensheng and walk up the stairs.

Qi Shangwen couldn't make up his mind for a while, he subconsciously didn't want to go upstairs to get close to the ghost baby, but he also wanted to get together with everyone.

He couldn't make a decision, so he had to go to Cousin Qiu, asking for some ideas from him.

But who would have thought that Cousin Qiu, when he heard that he wanted to follow up, immediately went crazy, grabbed Ruqian tightly with one hand, and kept stepping back: "No, no, I won't go."

Qi Shangwen didn't expect him to have such a big reaction. When he was about to persuade him, cousin Qiu suddenly went crazy, grabbed Ruqian, turned around and rushed into the darkness, leaving only his confusing voice: " I won't go, I want to run, run, I'll take Qian'er and run!"

Seeing this, Qi Shangwen hurriedly chased after him.

It didn't take long for the figures of the three to completely disappear from everyone's sight.

"Ninth brother, let's go." Qi Chensheng shook Wang Luan's hand and led him up the stairs again.

Wang Luan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but his eyes touched the crimson ring on his finger, and finally supported Qi Chensheng with both hands, and concentrated on walking up the steps.

The two servants who had been following Qi Shangwen couldn't catch up now, and didn't dare to stay, so they had to resign themselves to their fate and went upstairs.

The old stairs made heavier and heavier noises as they walked.

They came to the second floor just now, but the cries of the ghost baby still echoed from a higher place, and continued to lure them up the stairs.

Qi Muyao can no longer think or fear anything, the great sadness made his body, now only instinct is left - he wants to kill the ghost baby, to avenge his brother and Ru Rong!

So he didn't even think about it, just continued to walk up.Qi Wangxiang wanted to follow, but his body couldn't hold on any longer, so he could only lean on the peeling wall, panting up and down.

In fact, Wang Luan was not much better than him. He cared about Qi Chensheng's back injury and didn't want to show anything.Reluctantly determined but powerless, his body became more and more sluggish, seeing that he didn't take a good step, he rushed forward.Fortunately, Qi Chensheng's eyes were sharp and his body was quick, so he took him back into his arms.

"Cough cough cough...cough cough cough..." Wang Luan coughed uncontrollably, but still shook his head to indicate that he was fine.Of course Qi Chensheng didn't believe it, so he simply picked him up and continued to walk upstairs.

In normal times, Wang Luan would have been used to being hugged like this, but now he still remembers that Qi Chensheng was under him when he fell down the stairs.Afraid that it would aggravate the injury on his back, he kept pushing his shoulders.

"If Ninth Brother really wants me to relax, don't move around anymore." Qi Chensheng didn't have the slightest intention to back down, still hugged him tightly, and said in a low voice, "I won't let you down."

"Shen Sheng..." Of course Wang Luan knew that Qi Chensheng would definitely do what he said, so he leaned lightly in his arms, tried his best to calm down his cough and breath, and relieve Qi Chensheng's burden.

In this way, the two finally boarded the third floor of the Huansha Building.

Qi Muyao, who was walking in the front, had already illuminated a square inch of land for them with the light of the electric lamp in his hand.

This place is very different from the second floor, which is full of sundries and piled up into a mountain. Although it is also divided into several small rooms, the items are placed relatively neatly, but it is covered with thick dust, which can only be vaguely imagined. look like.

A hint of doubt crossed Wang Luan's mind, and then he asked in Qi Chensheng's ear: "In the rumors back then...cough cough, have you mentioned which floor that Mrs. Wu lives in?"

"Not really." Qi Chensheng shook his head after listening, and said to Wang Luan, "But Brother Nine's guess may be right."

The room where Wu Shi and Guiying lived may not be below, but on the third floor.

at this time.The cry of the ghost baby came from one of the rooms.

And Qi Muyao, who had been waiting for a long time, also walked to the door of that room step by step, and he slowly raised his hand——