There was a noise outside the sedan chair, but Zhong Min keenly captured a voice that made her think about it in the hustle and bustle.
So, she quickly straightened her hair a few times, smoothed out the folds on the bright red skirt, and then sat upright, folded her hands on her laps, and looked at the gently swaying sedan curtain in front of her with some nervousness.
Oh, the sedan curtain was opened, and Cheng Muyou, who was dressed in a soap-colored robe, probed in from outside, didn't speak, only smiled faintly, and stretched out a hand at her.
Zhong Min's heart was beating wildly, her face was red and almost dripping blood, she lowered her head, stretched out her hand, and shook his fingers.
His hands were cold, as if they had been soaked in ice water, Zhong Min smiled, stretched out his other hand, covered his hand between his palms and rubbed it gently, but his eyes still did not dare to lift, and there were a few more shyness on his face.
Suddenly, for some reason, the hand suddenly withdrew from between her palms.
Zhong Min looked up in surprise, but saw a graceful woman standing beside Cheng Muyou, her fingers interlocked with him, and her head resting on his shoulder socket affectionately, but who was the embroidery girl.
When the embroidery lady saw Zhong Min looking at her, she also stared at her, the corners of her mouth were raised, and her face was a little light and a little mocking.
Zhong Min gasped, leaned back, and said sharply, "He's my father-in-law, you let go quickly, don't let him pull like this." ” The smile on the woman's lips deepened, not only did she not let go, but she also gently rubbed her head on Cheng Muyou's chest a few times defiantly, and raised her eyebrows at Zhong Min and said, "Are you a father?"
What if it's you?
His heart is full of me.
Speaking of this, she used her white and tender fingers to draw a few circles on Cheng Muyou's heart, and her lips were close to his earlobes, "My lord, is what Yan Niang said right?"
” Cheng Muyou still didn't speak, only looked at her with a smile on his face, and the pampering in his eyes was almost overflowing.
Seeing the couple of concubines in front of him, Zhong Min's heart tightened suddenly, his fingers grabbed Luo's skirt tightly, and his nails pierced into the flesh through the thin shirt, instantly piercing her thighs with blood.
However, as if she didn't feel pain, her ten fingers clenched tighter and tighter, and her brain was also "buzzing", unable to think, the whole person was like falling into the clouds, in a trance, I don't know where I was, I could only look at the pair of men and women in front of me getting closer and closer, behaving intimately, as if deliberately made to her seem.
Suddenly, her palm was cold, and there was a hard and cold thing in her palm, Zhong Min looked down and found that it was a dagger, a dagger with a cold light.
Before she could figure out where the dagger came from, her body had already rushed out of the sedan chair, stabbing the sharp blade into Yan Niang's stomach.
The first time she stabbed someone, she should have been afraid, but for some reason, watching the blood spurt out of the woman's abdomen, her heart seemed to be torn open, and with a "tearing" sound, the restraints were gone, she felt that her whole body was happy, every pore was expanding, and the sweat soaked the red skirt.
The corners of her mouth twitched, she laughed unconsciously, her body suppressed Yan Niang to death, but the movements in her hands did not stop, one knife after another, the knife saw blood, and frantically stabbed the front chest and lower abdomen of the rival in love, and pierced Yan Niang's belly into a pile of messy meat.
"Dare to rob my father-in-law, I want your life," she muttered to herself, her eyes flashing with a crazy light, and the blade flew up and down, kicking off pieces of blood mist.
"Miss, don't pierce it, it hurts" A voice that she hadn't heard for a long time came into Zhong Min's ears, she was stunned, the dagger hung in the air, trembled a few times, and finally didn't dare to fall.
Through the light veil-like blood mist, she could clearly see the appearance of the person who was pressed under her, wasn't she Huancui who had been missing for a few days?
"You" Zhong Min looked at her, and the big bloody hole in her abdomen, and suddenly felt shocked: Could it be that he was really pierced hard?
Almost cut her body in two, leaving only a bit of flesh and skin connected?
However, before she could figure it out, Huancui suddenly stood up her upper body slowly, she struggled to sit up, and the last bit of muscle and bone that was connected together was broken with a "clatter", and now, her whole body was folded in half into a weird and scary posture, and the lower half of her body was still pressed by Zhong Min, but the disconnected upper body stood on the ground, rubbing the ground and moving towards Zhong Min.
While "walking", he stretched out an arm full of black green at her, and a rude laugh came out of his throat, "Miss, Miss, you are so ruthless, so ruthless."
Zhong Min let out a long scream, and she got up suddenly, and took a few steps back with her hands on the ground, until her body was blocked by the sedan chair, and she could no longer retreat half an inch.
"Don't come here, don't come here" Zhong Min closed his eyes tightly, not daring to look at Huancui again, and waved his hand holding the blade in front of him indiscriminately, hoping to stop Huancui from approaching him.
However, she waved herself for a long time, but she didn't touch anything, and opened her eyes tremblingly, only to find that there was no one in front of her, whether it was Cheng Muyou or Huancui, it seemed that they had disappeared in an instant, and in front of her, there was only a thick white mist, fluttering, wisps, like with endless resentment, surrounding her in the middle.
Zhong Min gasped sharply, trying to see something flaw in the strange mist in front of him, and at this moment, his shoulders suddenly cooled, like a bone of black iron.
She turned around and saw Huancui's head poking out of the red sedan chair, her face was blue and white, and it looked terrifying against the backdrop of the sedan chair.
The hand on Zhong Min's shoulder leaned forward inch by inch, stretching longer and longer, and finally, it landed on her lower abdomen, soaking her body cold.
Huancui's face was pressed against Zhong Min's cheeks, she let out a string of laughter without temperature, and spit out a few words between her lips and teeth, "Miss, you will also have children, it will prop up your belly to bulge and swell, like a huge fish bubble, and finally, it will 'bang' and blow you in half, just like me, just like me" After speaking, her sharp five fingers stabbed downward, piercing Zhong Min's intestines.
Zhong Min let out a silent scream, his body shook violently, and he struggled to sit up from the nightmare.
She opened her eyes, clutched her chest and gasped, but her gaze passed through the shadows of the room: the table, the cupboard, the vase, it was just a thrilling dream, and now she was still in the room, there was nothing but herself and some furniture.
A gust of wind blew, swaying the shadows of the trees in front of the window, like ghosts lurking in the dark night.
Zhong Min smiled: How can there be any ghosts in this world, only weak people believe in ghosts and gods, and she, Zhong Min, will definitely not believe it.