The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

Wang Luan's hand firmly held the rough wooden railing, and the crimson ring between his fingers almost burned him.

Ruqian's eyes widened, and her outstretched hand was still in a hugging posture, unable to take it back for a long time.And Qi Muyao fell in front of her, a large amount of blood gushed out from the wound on her neck, staining the corners of her skirt red.

"Ah—" Ruqian hugged her head like crazy, and fell back to the ground, curled up and backed away.

Wang Luan didn't move, he exhausted all his strength to resist the pain in his knees and chest, so as not to let himself fall too.

At this moment, another panicked and helpless voice came from the darkness: "Second Brother——Second Brother!"

Wang Luan turned his head slightly, and a moment later he saw Qi Wangxiang, who was also covered in wounds, staggered, and rushed to the side of Qi Muyao's body, buried his head and cried bitterly.

His crying resounded through the entire darkness, and even Ruqian, who was so frightened and lost her mind, raised her head as if feeling something, her eyes shed tears blankly.

But Wang Luan didn't say anything, didn't do anything, he just continued to support himself and stood where he was, looking at Qi Wangxiang's trembling back from crying.

The dark golden broken feathers were reflected in his eyes, passing silently.

After a long time, Qi Wangxiang's crying finally gradually subsided.With his hands in the pool of blood, he wanted to get up, but he staggered and fell, and he barely stood up until he tried again.

Wang Luan was still looking at him, with Qi Wangxiang's back reflected in his bird-like eyes, he took steps towards Ruqian, as if he wanted to comfort his frightened sister.

"Isn't that enough?" But at the moment his footsteps fell, Wang Luan suddenly asked without warning.

His voice was extremely light, as if without any emotion, almost making Qi Wangxiang think that the person standing behind him at this moment was Qi Chensheng.

But that was indeed Wang Luan. Every syllable he uttered was undisguisedly fragile, mixed with coughing and panting that seemed to overdraw his life.

"What are you talking about, Mr. Wang?" Qi Wangxiang's pace still slowed down, and he turned slightly sideways, looking at Wang Luan from the corner of his eyes.

"I'm asking you," Wang Luan coughed a few more times, the palm of his hand covering his lips was already stained with blood, but he seemed to wipe it off indifferently: "Isn't that enough?"

Ruqian raised her head and looked blankly at the two people in front of her. After hesitating for a while, Qi Wangxiang decided not to talk to Wang Luan, but continued to walk towards her.

"Stop." Wang Luan spoke again, holding the wooden stick with his hands, and took a step towards him.

Just when he thought that Qi Wangxiang would still not respond, the other party asked in the most innocent tone: "Why did you stop?"

He turned around and looked at Wang Luan who seemed to be about to fall down immediately, his brows and eyes were still sick and weak, but there was a different look in his eyes.

It was crazy, ironic, unwilling... long-suppressed pain.

Wang Luan covered his lips and coughed hard a few times before he could insist on making a sound. He asked Qi Wangxiang, "Then why did you do this?"

Qi Wangxiang seemed to be interested in Wang Luan's question. He lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, then met Wang Luan's gaze with a smile again: "Maybe, it's just because I think."

"I wanted to kill them, so I did it."

He seemed to be carrying the purest cruelty, making the most bloodthirsty jokes.

"That's not a reason." Fortunately, Wang Luan was not afraid. He shook his head calmly and said, "I've come this far, are you still unwilling to say it?"

Qi Wangxiang smiled again, covered his forehead with his hand, and quickly put it down again. After repeating this extremely uncoordinated several times, he said again: "Actually...Mr. Wang, I want to know more, are you How did you find out?"

"Just a guess." Compared to Qi Wangxiang, Wang Luan was obviously much calmer. He tried to move with his injured leg, curled up his blood-colored thin lips, and smiled slightly: "You can listen Listen, I guessed right."

She really is a beauty...Even in such a situation, Qi Wangxiang couldn't help but sigh inwardly when he saw the smile on Wang Luan's lips.

"Okay," he nodded, and made a "please" gesture to Wang Luan: "I would like to hear it very much."

"At first, I was just a little surprised. There are so many people in this building. Except for Qi Zhaohui at the beginning, why every time something happens, it's our colleagues."

"Especially Qi Shangwen, when he was on the first floor, nothing happened, but when he arrived in front of us, he was attacked by ghost babies."

"From this, I guess that the person behind the scenes did not inherit the position of star supervisor, but he has more than one demon on his body." Wang Luan raised his eyes to look at the surrounding darkness, turning the so-called fear into It is invisible: "One is the most obvious ghost baby that we can see."

"As for the other one, we can't see its shape, but we are bound by its power all the time."

"It blocks our connection with the outside of the building, and also blocks the connection between the holding demon and the star supervisor."

Wang Luan looked at Qi Wangxiang's expression, and continued: "I don't know how that person possessed two holding monsters at the same time, but obviously...he can't control them very well."

"The holding demon that binds power can block Shen Sheng and the others from using the holding demon, but at the same time it also affects the connection between himself and the ghost baby."

Speaking of this, Qi Wangxiang's eyes moved, and the smile on his mouth became weaker and weaker.

Wang Luan knew that he was right: "So, even though he can still control the baby ghost to cry on different floors, the people he uses to kill the baby ghost can only be the people around him."

"He was among us, following our steps, and then killed Ru Rong, Qi Shangwen, and... Mu Yao in front of everyone's eyes."

When Qi Muyao's name was mentioned, Qi Wangxiang's expression changed, but soon he changed into that indifferent look, nodding and shaking his head with a smile: "That's all?"

"According to this, besides me, you are also very suspicious, and these people also died in front of you."

Wang Luan closed his eyes, but without a trace of panic, he said calmly: "You are right, if there are only these, I am indeed very suspicious."

"But there's one more thing I'm very curious about."

"Wu's child died in Huanshalou 12 years ago."

"If calculated based on Mu Yao's age, 12 years ago, when he was five or six years old——you happened to have a serious illness, and then recovered."

Qi Wangxiang's eyes suddenly changed, but this time Wang Luan didn't look at him, he just said to himself: "Three years ago, Aunt Yu in the east courtyard had no child, and you - also fell seriously ill. But there was no danger in the end.”

"Aunt Ji's child is not dead yet..." Although he was talking to Qi Wangxiang, he turned around and asked Ruqian who had gradually calmed down: "But

I don't know, what kind of illness have you had recently? "

His words attracted almost all of Qi Wangxiang's eyes. A butterfly made of waving hand bones flew up from the darkness, and jumped into the scarlet outside the window in a blink of an eye—

Ru Qian was stunned, although she was dull and timid, how could she not understand the meaning of Wang Luan's words, her eyes immediately filled with fear again, she didn't dare to look at Qi Wangxiang again, she nodded tremblingly to Wang Luan: "Yes... ...Wangxiang, he did..." a month ago..."

"Heh," Qi Wangxiang's laughter interrupted Ruqian's words abruptly, he secretly clenched Qi Muyao's blood-stained hand, and smiled at Wang Luan: "As expected, it's no wonder that the second brother likes you."

"In such a few fragmentary words, something can be spelled out."

"However...it's a pity." The ghost baby suddenly appeared at Qi Wangxiang's feet, and Wang Luan finally saw its appearance clearly.

The skin all over his body was bruised and covered with fresh blood.The mouth with split cheeks opened greedily, with spike-like teeth interlaced, each one extremely sharp.In the dark eye sockets, there are shriveled and cloudy eyes, and they are looking at Wang Luan intently at this moment.

"Don't worry," Qi Wangxiang kicked it away from his feet with some disgust, and said to Wang Luan, "I won't let Mr. Wang die so quickly..."

"After all, with you, I can kill...the person I most want to kill."

The injury on Wang Luan's knee was already numb from the pain. Although Qi Wangxiang had been avoiding it deliberately, he already understood the source of the massacre at the banquet.

"Okay, I've said too much," Qi Wangxiang tugged from the air, and the ghost baby was picked up from the ground as if it had been pulled by the neck.

"Mr. Wang, it's better not to resist, so as to avoid suffering."

As soon as the words fell, the ghost baby was controlled by him, opened its big mouth full of sharp teeth, and bit at Wang Luan.

Wang Luan could almost smell the strong stench in its mouth, and saw that the protruding teeth were about to pierce his eyes.

But at that moment, it stopped suddenly in mid-air, its cloudy and dry eyes were still staring at Wang Luan, as fierce as it wanted to tear him apart.

Delicious and fresh prey is in sight, but it can't move forward.

A slender gentleman's stick pierced its forehead without reservation, and nailed it deeply - and its owner had also appeared behind Wang Luan.

Wang Luan's body lost all his strength in an instant, and he almost fell into Qi Chensheng's embrace in a daze.

"Brother Jiu... you can rest now."