She would have died in the last life, and she will still die in this life This sentence lingered in Mu Yunbai's mind like a curse, and it was like offending his inner skin, instantly driving him crazy.
As soon as he stretched out his hand, he firmly grasped the throat of the Tung Tree Spirit.
Although the figure of the Tung Tree Spirit was still like smoke, she was still unable to move as Mu Yunbai choked her.
"I don't allow you to talk about her like that."
Mu Yunbai's eyes turned red.
It could be seen that he was trying his best to control his emotions, but he still gritted his teeth and said to the Tongshu Jing, "This time, I will never do it.
Let the last tragedy happen again.”
"Hehe, it's useless."
The Tung Tree Spirit kept struggling, but did not forget to squeeze out a few words, "She is a human being, and she is born, old, sick, and dead.
When the time comes, black and white will come to claim her life. , do you want to continue to be lonely in the world for hundreds of years?"
A few hundred more years of loneliness Mu Yunbai's hand paused, and the Tong tree spirit took the opportunity to slip out.
She slowly approached Mu Yunbai and said, "But I am different.
Although I am a little demon with little knowledge, I can I will stay by your side for a long time.
If you like her appearance, I can become her and stay by your side."
After saying that, she transformed into Tang Xiaoman, standing there with a smile on her face.
Mu Yunbai did not look at her, but picked up the broken guqin on the table, and once again carefully stroked and looked at it, his eyes full of nostalgia for memories.
When the Tung Tree Spirit saw it, he started to get a little excited, thinking that after so many years of companionship, this man was still nostalgic.
And suddenly, the nostalgia in Mu Yunbai's eyes disappeared completely, and he returned to his usual cold look.
I saw him saying lightly: "Unfortunately, you are not her."
As soon as he finished speaking, the guqin in his hand suddenly burst into flames.
At the same time, the tung tree spirit began to scream in pain: "Why why?"
The voice was full of despair and unwillingness.
"Since you have evil thoughts, I will never tolerate you."
Mu Yunbai looked at her with no warmth in his eyes, "I will not allow you to hurt her."
After the tung tree spirit really dissipated like smoke, the guqin in Mu Yunbai's hand had already turned into a ball of charcoal.
"Whoever dares to reveal a word about what happened here today to Xiaoman will end up like this Tung Tree Spirit."
Although he didn't look back, the sound that could make someone fall into an ice cellar was enough to intimidate those behind him.
Those ghosts.
However, Tang Xiaoman knew nothing about everything that happened in the basement.
She slept on Mu Yunbai's bed, tossing and turning, until after three o'clock in the middle of the night, she fell asleep in a daze.
In her sleep, a strange woman with half of her face burned rushed to her with disheveled hair.
Her hands still covered with flames grabbed her and pinched and beat her.
She cursed fiercely: "It's all because of you.
It's all because of you."
It’s because of you that you gave me my life.”
The unprecedented feeling of fear and oppression scared Tang Xiaoman to the point of sweating profusely.
While she was still sleeping, she shouted not to turn over and sit up.
Touching his little heart that was beating wildly, the morning sunlight had already shone through the light yellow linen curtains, making the room feel warm.
Tang Xiaoman shook his head, which was still a little groggy, and thought to himself that he was having a dream.
How could there be a female ghost asking for his life: