The quilt was blown away by the cold wind, revealing the shivering little wife inside.

"Come, come to me." Underneath the evil ghost's gentle words, there was a terrifying anger hidden inside.

Lan Min's limbs seemed to be threaded with puppet threads, and she got out of bed stiffly.

"Hiss..." The ground was icy and cold, and Lan Min couldn't help curling up her toes. She lowered her head, and her lowered eyes showed a look of pain, pitiful and cute.

The shadow reflected on the ground by the bronze mirror changed into the shape of a man, embracing Lan Min's shadow.

The coolness penetrated his bones, and Lan Min shivered. He felt a pair of cold hands moving on the back of his neck, moving down the collar of his nightgown...

He was controlled to walk to the bronze mirror and saw himself in the mirror.

Pale, beautiful, like a naughty ghost.

"Baby is so beautiful." The evil ghost behind him sighed.

"Well..." The right side of his face was pressed against the bronze mirror, and the shadow's hand was placed on Lan Min's waist. There was also something touching his face in the mirror.

"Don't...please...cough..." The young man's panicked voice sounded in the room, mixed with painful coughing.

The shadow pressed Lan Min's whole body against the bronze mirror.

If someone peeked out of the window at this time, they would be able to see this absurd and weird scene under the moonlight. The snow-white young man was trembling on the bronze mirror, like a nailed white butterfly, whimpering and struggling,

Avoiding, but never being able to escape.

Lan Min's hands weakly grasped the rough frame of the bronze mirror, and his body slid down weakly, tears constantly falling from the corners of his eyes.

A pale, cold hand stretched out from the mirror and forcibly grasped Lan Min's hands.

Under the bed, a pair of golden eyes stared intently at Lan Min's swinging feet.

After noticing the movements under the bed, the evil ghost's movements became more and more wanton.

"Stop...stop...cough...cough...don't...continue..."

The sickly body cannot withstand the destruction of evil spirits, but when the disease attacks, it is heartbreaking, as if it wants to drain the body of vitality.

Lan Min's struggle became weaker and weaker, her face turned pale, and her eyes were as scattered as the stars in the water, which were about to disappear at any time, and she prayed sadly.

The evil ghost's movements stopped.

The shadow lowered its head. The young man in his arms had passed out and could not get its answer.

Her white hair, wet with tears, was messy and stuck to her cheeks, her long eyebrows were tightly knitted together, and her body was curled up hard, but no one could protect it.

"Ha!" The evil ghost laughed lowly, "Then...I'll forgive you just once..."

The evil ghost in the mirror slowly walked out, and its shadow turned into black clothes and was draped over its body. It held the beautiful wife who had passed out in its arms and walked towards the bedroom that belonged to it and his wife.

[Copy of Evil Ghost]

[Mission Survival: Completing...]

Lan Min woke up and found that he was no longer in Beishan's room. He saw the wedding photos hanging on the wall opposite.

In the rectangular frame, she is wearing a white wedding dress, holding white flowers in her hands, her eyes are cold, and there is no joy or happiness in marriage on her face.

The other side of the photo has been cropped off, revealing a bare and ugly wall.

A half-cut wedding photo, a cold-looking wedding photo. Lan Mo in the game seems to have no love for her dead husband.

[Tip: The evil ghost has not left, please continue to complete the mission: Survive]

After staring at the panel for a while, Lan sighed. As long as the evil ghost is still there, he will either never complete the task or die in the hands of the evil ghost.

Rubbish game. So exciting.

The door opened.

Lan Min hugged the quilt and turned around. When she saw Beishan, she turned around with a tired expression.

Beishan walked in slowly and stood in front of Lan Min.

"Come closer." Lan Min's voice was soft and cold, like a thin piece of paper that would float away when the wind blew, but the sharp edge could scratch blood without hesitation.

Beishan stared at Lan Min, bent down, and brought his head closer.

Lan Min raised his hand and gave Beishan a weak slap in the face. He turned sideways and whispered two words in Beishan's ear, "Trash."

"It's too light." Beishan said.

A knife was thrust into Lan Min's hand. Beishan grinned and showed a ferocious smile. He held Lan Min's knife hand with his right hand and stabbed his left hand violently.

The corner of Beishan's mouth twitched, and he drew the knife with an expressionless expression. Blood spurted out, staining Lan Min's hand red.

Lan Min looked at Beishan blankly, he was really a cruel person.

Beishan: "I hate myself more than you."

"You can vent your anger on me however you want. As long as it makes you feel better."

"What if I never feel better?"

Raising her hand to hold Beishan's wound, Lan Min looked at Beishan's tense muscles and said sadly, "As long as your father is here, I will never recover."
Chapter completed!