Scholar Who Walks the Night

?Ming Xi found a sweat towel to tie up his right leg and knee, and he could barely walk with a limp.

The ghost forced her to linger with it almost every day, and often played with her body in some unsightly ways. She often tossed and tossed and lay on the bed for most of the day before she could get up, but at night she continued to be humiliated.

Mingxi cried and begged countless times, but the ghosts turned a deaf ear to it. If there was even a slight resistance, they would twist her wrists until they were dislocated. After having fun, they raised their hands to press them again, which was unspeakably miserable.

She really couldn't bear such humiliation and torture, that day she secretly broke the celadon teacup, wrapped it in a brocade quilt, and cut her wrist with a piece of porcelain.

As soon as the blood flowed out, the ghost smelled it, kicked open the huanghuali wooden door and entered with the cold wind, lifted Mingxi from the brocade fur, ignored her pushing and struggling, first bandaged the wound to stop the bleeding, and then threw it back with his hands tied behind his back. On the couch, he teleported away without saying a word.

Ming Xisu's hands were tied tightly behind his back, and he lay prone on the soft agarwood couch, weeping bitterly for the situation where he couldn't even ask for death.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the ghost teleported back again and threw a wooden box full of ice cubes and blood in front of her. Inside the box was a human ear that looked like it had just been cut off and was still attached to shredded meat. Mingxi screamed in terror.

The ghost sneered and snorted, "This is the ear of your love brother Jin Shenglie. In order not to turn it into ashes, I kept it with human blood and ice cubes. If you commit suicide again, I will goug out his eyes and nose next time, hello!" For you to eat."

Looking at Mingxi with a pale face and sobbing for a long time, he grabbed her by the collar and pulled her up, leaned over to enclose her soft and small earlobe, and said softly, "I think of a new trick again, tonight we will Come and try."

"Why do you hate me so much..."

Gui Wenyan paused for a moment, then slowly raised his eyes to look at her, those brimming apricot eyes were also looking at him with tears in them, the beautiful eyes were black and watery, very beautiful.

The ghost squinted his eyes and smiled, covered his heart with his right hand, and replied alluringly, "How could I hate you, how can I be willing to hate you." The words were provocative, half truth and half false.

Since then, no matter how the ghost played and humiliated, Ming Xi never begged for mercy and resisted, because he clearly understood that no matter how much he resisted, it was useless.

On this day, there was a sudden scream of struggling and screaming from the main hall of the underground palace, the voice sounded like a little girl.

Ming Xi felt uncomfortable when he heard it, and dragged his broken leg out of the room to take a peek at the main hall.

The white marble bathtub with the crane and deer rejuvenation pattern was moved to the front of the throne in the main hall. The ghost was naked and strong, only wearing a translucent money, python, black and black plain gauze smock, with his chest exposed, and a thin black satin trousers that were soaked. Covering his mouth and yawning boredly on the edge of the bathtub.

Inside the tank was the corpse of a little girl under ten years old floating on her back. The girl must have been drowned until her seven orifices bled, and then a ghost bit her neck to death. The appearance of her death was very miserable.

The sight that Ming Xi glanced over happened to meet those wide open eyes that were bleeding blood, as if staring straight at her, Ming Xi staggered and fell to the ground in shock.

The ghost was very happy to see her come out. "It's just boring, and it's just in time."

First fish out the corpse in the tank and throw it on the ground, then go over and hug Mingxi horizontally, and slowly put her into the bathtub full of blood.

Mingxi shrank against the side of the bathtub, clutching the corner of her skirt tightly, the smell of blood in the muddy water made her retch.

The ghost probed closer to her for a closer look, and murmured, "It's so beautiful..."

Stretching out his hand to gently stroke Mingxi's cheeks, the icy skin was as smooth as crisp, fingers lingering and reluctant to leave, the ghost's breathing became heavier and heavier, Mingxi shook his head in shock, his voice was as thin as a mosquito, "No...don't be here... ..."

As if the ghost had never heard of it, the slender fingers slowly slid down to her chest, picked up the autumn-colored Chiguli skirt, slowly stretched it in, narrowed her winking eyes, and said bewitchingly, "Let's play here..."