When Lan Lan rushed over, the voice of hatred echoed in the room, "Zhong Yuyao, you are so cruel, you actually want grandma to kill me, and I will let you pay for it today."
Lan Lan threw herself on me, stretched out her hands and choked my neck fiercely. The face of the paper figurine seemed to be twisted ferociously. I kept resisting with both hands, but her hands were like pincers.
I didn't even have a chance to turn over. Instead, the hands that pinched my neck became harder and harder, making it difficult for me to breathe, and my eyes became more and more blurred.
At that time, I suddenly heard a familiar voice: "Get out!"
Then, Lan Lan let out a scream of pain, and the paper figurine in red fell lightly to the ground.
When I looked down at Lan Lan's paper figurine, the paper figurine turned into a pile of ashes, and when the wind blew, it disappeared.
I gasped in shock, but before I could completely wake up from the fear, I suddenly felt that the room became cold.
It was the cold feeling as if entering an ice cellar, and it gradually changed in a way that could be clearly felt. A slight overcast wind rose in the room.
There was a knock on the door of the room, and I looked up to see strands of black air flowing in through the crack of the door and through the hole in the window, a thin layer of black air.
However, after the black air drifted into the room, it became dense due to condensation, and slowly drifted towards me.
I stood up in horror and wanted to run, but the thick mist rolled and entangled, enveloping me and at the same time a thrust threw me back to the bed.
Covered by the thick black mist, I smelled a quiet fragrance. In the thick mist, there seemed to be an invisible cold hand that brushed the neck and shoulders inch by inch along the smooth skin, and slowly slid down the lower abdomen.
A trace of ice-coldness full of charm floated in the room, and when the hand touched the most conservative place, the body could not help but tremble.
But no matter how scared I was, I couldn't move my body, I could only feel the strange fear over and over again in the darkness.
In the haze, a deep voice said in the ear: "From now on, you are my priestess, and this will be your destiny."
Immediately after the quiet male voice sounded in the ear, a tearing pain came from a certain part, like a sharp knife cutting through the flesh.
Under the violent impacts again and again, I passed out, and at the last moment of confusion, he made a faint voice.
"Remember my name, Feng Qingming!"
When I woke up, there was gentle sunlight from the window, and there were large patches of blood red.
The long pain seemed to be lubricated with blood, and the tearing again and again terrified me.
I wanted to escape, but the severe soreness in my legs almost made me fall when I stood up. I gritted my teeth and walked out with difficulty holding onto the wall.
But all this is far from over.
The crimson coffin in the yard has disappeared. When I asked grandma where she was, she just smiled, but didn't answer me.
I never mentioned Lan Lan's matter to grandma again.
But from this day on, he arrived as scheduled every late night. I acknowledged the overwhelming sense of coldness and oppression, and felt the pain penetrating into my body inch by inch again and again.
The coldness and foreign body invasion sting the body, but shame and fear occupy the soul.
Even if I lock the door and seal up the gaps in the door and the openings in the window, he can't do anything.
From the gaps in the beams and tiles, it seems to be able to penetrate through the walls, turning into dense fog again and again, covering me. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com