The Painted Skin Ghost was driven away by Zhizhi in despair.
Zhizhi saw that the car curtains were tightly covered, so she dared to change clothes.
However, when she was changing clothes, she also looked at the car curtains.
She was still a little worried that the ghost was not trustworthy, but although the painted ghost was addicted to beauty, But Wei Gui was quite serious.
Although he heard the friction of clothes inside and blushed as if he was about to drip blood, he always turned his back to the carriage and stared at the two people not far away.
The masked man sat next to the fire, using a stick to pull down the firewood from time to time.
The firelight illuminated the mask on his face and fell into his eyes.
After Zhizhi changed her clothes, she opened the car curtain.
She stuck her head out and looked at the two people sitting by the fire.
She also wanted to go over and warm herself up by the fire, but she would probably be scolded.
Zhizhi couldn't help shivering, although she felt so cold now.
When Painted Skin Ghost heard the sound, he quickly turned around and saw Zhizhi with a smile on his face.
"Madam, you have changed your clothes."
Zhizhi looked at Painted Skin Ghost and nodded slightly.
Painted Skin Ghost stared at Zhizhi, "Madam, are you cold?"
He turned his head and looked at the fire not far away, and found that the bad guy also glanced here, but he quickly looked away.
Zhizhi lowered the car curtain, and as soon as she lowered it, the Painted Skin Ghost floated in.
"Madam, you are going to be sick."
Sometimes, the sense of ghosts is very good.
Zhizhi sniffed, hugged her legs and huddled in the corner.
Her voice was very soft, because she was afraid that people outside would hear her, "Yes, I'm going to be sick."
Painted Skin Ghost scratched his hair and seemed a little distressed.
Zhizhi looked at him and smiled, "Thank you."
"Why do you want me to say thank you?
I told you that we can get married after my wife dies."
When he said this, he couldn't help but snickered, "I didn't expect that I would get married one day."
He was immersed in his fantasy dream and couldn't extricate himself.
He was so cold that he shrank into a smaller ball.
The painted-skinned ghost looked at the petite girl in front of him, and his heart almost softened.
He secretly hoped that the other party would simply die of illness, so that he could marry a wife soon.
I don’t know how long it took, Zhizhi fell asleep and developed a high fever in the middle of the night.
She was so dizzy from the fever that she could only hear the sound of someone talking in her ears, but she couldn’t hear clearly at all.
It seemed like water was poured on her face, but She couldn't open her eyes either.
She just felt so tired.
Zhizhi slept for a long time, so long that when she opened her eyes, she felt like she was in another world.
What she saw when she opened her eyes was the smoke-colored bed curtain.
Zhizhi closed her eyes again, and when she opened her eyes this time, she saw Painted Skin Ghost.
Painted Ghost looked at Zhizhi with tears in his eyes, "Madam, you finally woke up.
I thought you were going to turn into a ghost, and as soon as you turned into a ghost, you were taken away by Brother Guizha."
Zhizhi blinked and couldn't help but smile.
When she smiled, Painted Skin Ghost was stunned for a moment, then blushed.
He hesitated and said: "Madam, you look so pretty when you smile."
But when Zhizhi sat in front of the mirror, she was stunned.
She hadn't looked in the mirror since she was kidnapped.
The last time she was in the inn, she had just freshened up at the urging of the masked man.
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The face in the bronze mirror was not hers at all.
Zhizhi raised her hand and touched the center of her eyebrows.
The only red cinnabar on her face was familiar to her.
The Painted Skin Ghost appeared behind Zhizhi, and his face was naturally not reflected in the bronze mirror.
"What's wrong, madam?"
"This is not my face."
Zhizhi turned her head and looked at Painted Skin Ghost.
She took a long breath and stood up.
Painted Skin Ghost said that she had been sleeping for a long time, and the masked man locked the door and went out.
Zhizhi no longer felt uncomfortable.
She opened the window first, but unfortunately found that she was now on the third floor.
This height was too high for her.
Suddenly, Zhizhi heard the sound of silk and bamboo.
At this time, night was about to fall.
She listened for a while and found that this music was something she had never heard before.
"Is this some kind of inn?"
Painted Skin Ghost smiled awkwardly, "This is a brothel."
He paused, "This street is full of brothels."
Zhizhi frowned, how could she get out of here?
"Madam, you said your face is not your face."
Painted Skin Ghost was still curious about what Zhizhi said and couldn't help but ask.
Zhizhi turned her head and looked at him, "That bad guy disguised himself with my face.
My current face is not my real face."
Painted Skin Ghost tilted his head, as if he didn't quite understand.
He thought for a moment and stretched out his hand towards Zhizhi's eyebrows.
Before he could touch it, there was a sound at the door.
The sound frightened Painted Skin Ghost and quickly retracted his hand, and he hid behind Zhizhi again.
The masked man appeared at the door, and he was not surprised to see Zhizhi standing by the window.
He stepped in from the door and closed the door behind his back.
Zhizhi looked at the masked man and felt really suffocated, "What on earth do you want to do?
Kill me?"
"Okay, okay."
When Painted Skin Ghost heard this, he cheered from behind.
The masked man sat down at the table and poured himself a cup of tea.
"When the time comes, I will kill you."
When Zhizhi heard this, she finally couldn't help but get angry.
She pointed a white and tender finger at the masked man, her face still looking a little weak after recovering from a serious illness.
"you" The masked man glanced at Zhizhi.
Zhizhi choked and her eyes turned red.
She put down her hands and sat on the bed.
She had never met such a person in her two lives.
Before she got married, she was pampered by her father.
Although she was not rich, she married into the princess's house, even though those people didn't like her. , but there is no one like this person.
The more Zhizhi thought about it, the sadder she became, and her tears kept falling.
A beautiful girl looks good when she cries.
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When the Painted Skin Ghost saw Zhizhi crying, he quickly floated over.
"Madam, don't cry.
In the worst case, you will become a ghost.
I will accompany you."
He paused, "Even if my true appearance is not that good-looking, I can help you paint her skin."
Zhizhi turned her face away, not wanting Painted Skin Ghost to see her looking so embarrassed.
She originally found a silk handkerchief to wipe her face, but found that the clothes she was wearing didn't have a silk handkerchief.
She looked around and simply pulled the quilt on the bed to wipe the tears from her face.
Her move made the masked man sitting at the table stiffen his tea-drinking hand.
Zhizhi's eyelids were red, as if they were coated with a layer of water-red rouge.
Her eyes were also red, and she looked pitiful.
The masked ghost was filled with excitement after taking one look, wishing that the masked man would kill Zhizhi quickly, so that he would not have to be separated from his wife.
Zhizhi wiped the tears from her face and turned her head to look at the masked man.
The masked man looked back at Zhizhi with calm eyes.
He had just drank tea and had put on his mask again.
Zhizhi looked away again and simply lay down on the bed.
The masked man seemed to have no intention of rushing for the time being.
He was sitting leisurely on the chair.
The silk and bamboo outside changed a song, and the singer's voice was like a yellow oriole, singing melodiously.
After listening to a few words, Zhizhi unexpectedly discovered that she knew this song, and it was taught by Grandma Ye.
She listened to the singer outside singing, and she couldn't help but sing along, but she sang very quietly.
If the singer outside sang a seductive song, Zhizhi sang the same song, but it didn't have that seductive quality.
Jin, she sang quietly, her voice was soft, it was like a little song to help you sleep.
When Painted Skin Ghost heard Zhizhi singing along outside, he couldn't help but listen.
The masked man's ears moved slightly, and he obviously heard Zhizhi's singing, but he didn't speak.
The Painted Skin Ghost was lying on the end of the bed, listening with some rapt attention.
Suddenly, the Painted Skin Ghost stood up and quickly floated to the window.
The masked man in the room also stood up.
He listened carefully and then walked towards the bed.
Zhizhi's singing stopped suddenly.
She looked at the man walking towards her and couldn't help but sit up and shrink into the bed.
The masked man walked to the bed and began to take off his clothes.
Painted Skin Ghost turned around and saw it, and immediately screamed at the top of his lungs, "What are you doing?
You can't take off your clothes in front of my wife."
He floated to the bedside, even floated on the bed, blocking Zhizhi's front, "Madam, don't look, I'll block it for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a hand pass through him and grab Zhizhi.
Zhizhi shouted and was pulled to her side by the masked man.
At this time, the masked man took off his shirt, revealing his fair upper body.
The Painted Skin Ghost took one look and felt a little like crying, because the masked man had a much better figure than him, thin but not weak, with shiny skin and a thin layer of muscles.
The masked man went directly to bed, and he hugged Zhizhi into his arms.
Regarding this turn of events, Zhizhi was panicked and her eyes widened.
At the same time, there seemed to be a noise outside, and Zhizhi also heard a woman's scream.
Zhizhi couldn't help turning her head to look at the door, but as soon as she looked at the door, her face was forced back by a big hand.
Zhizhi was a little hurt by the other party's rough movements.
She frowned and was forced to turn her head back, watching the masked man take off the black mask on his face.
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He revealed his features.
Red lips, high bridge of nose, and large burns from forehead to cheek.
His face was covered in dark red pimples, which looked very disgusting.
Painted Skin Ghost already screamed, "How could he have such an ugly face?"
The masked man stared at Zhizhi calmly.
When the door was knocked, Zhizhi was pinned down by the masked man, and at the same time, her waist was tapped.
"Who is opening the door?"
A voice came from outside.
The masked man curled up his lower lip.
If you didn't look at the upper half of his face and only looked at his lips and chin, he might be called a handsome man.
Zhizhi was a little scared and couldn't help trembling all over.
The man in front of her was a completely strange man to her, but this strange man was so close to her.
"Do you hear me opening the door?"
People outside began to push the door open, and even showed signs of kicking it open.
The noise at the door became louder and louder, and the Painted Ghost in the room also started to cry.
He sat on the ground and cried very sadly, "It's me who is useless, madam."
He threw his head back and cried, "I'm so angry, woo woo woo. " When the door was kicked open, the masked man quickly untied Zhizhi's belt with one hand, lowered his head, and buried his face in Zhizhi's neck.
People outside kicked the door open and rushed in.
When they saw the situation in the house, they said, "What are you doing?"
The masked man raised his face from Zhizhi's neck.
He seemed to have been disturbed.
"Of course he was doing something ecstatic."
He turned his head and looked at the intruders, who were dressed as soldiers.
He was shocked when he saw the masked man's face.
What's more, he already showed signs of retching.
The leading soldier stepped forward and said, "We have been ordered to investigate the person."
He glanced at the woman on the bed, but the woman's face was almost blocked and he couldn't see clearly.
"You can just barge in without checking people.
What the soldier said is too ridiculous."
The masked man laughed, and his laughter was like the sound of copperware being dragged on the ground, almost to the point of harshness.
The leading soldier frowned.
Before he could speak, he saw the man on the bed picking up the woman underneath him.
"If you want to see, just see.
Is this prostitute the one you are looking for or am I the one you are looking for?"
"people" The person being held in the man's arms was obviously still a girl.
Although she was not stunningly beautiful, her appearance was considered average, especially the cinnabar red between her eyebrows, which added to her beauty.
The girl may have been frightened, her eyelids were still red, and there was fear in her eyes.
Her clothes were messy, and the man's upper body was naked, which made people think of what they had just done.
The leading soldier turned away and said, "We will search the house to see if anyone is hiding and then leave immediately.
Please forgive me."
He glanced at the soldiers behind him, and the soldiers immediately began to turn over the house.
The man on the bed sneered when he saw this.
He lowered his eyes and stroked the girl's back with his hands, as if comforting a frightened cat.
But the more he comforted her, the more the person in his arms trembled.
When the man noticed, he lowered his head and kissed the girl's earlobe with his lips, "Don't be afraid." gd1806102: