A little green flashed behind the dust, and soon penetrated into the shadow that was so blurry that it could not be seen clearly.

Cui Wei was covering her nose and preparing to sneeze. Her eyes were stung by the sudden fluorescent light. She was so scared that she gasped and forced the already ready-to-go sneeze back.

How could a mouse have such pair of eyes that swirled green light...

Cui Wei stared at the corner in front of the darkness. For some reason, Ayu's face suddenly appeared in her head. This morning she only looked at her. After confirming that she was dead, her heart was filled with a great revenge. The slap yesterday tortured her all night. She tried all kinds of ways to revenge, such as poisoning the medicine that Ayu often took, or, while no one was paying attention, she hid an embroidery needle into her brocade quilt.

But Cuiwei was born to be a failure, so she only dared to spend these thoughts in her mind a few times, just chatting about it, and didn't even stay for a while to implement them. Especially after seeing A Yu's body, her resentment towards Zhou Wanzhong disappeared, throwing all his suspicion and pushing of herself last night, and she didn't care about anything.

But now, she suddenly remembered Ayu's face, which was a little blue, but it was not unique to the dead. Her eyebrows were covered with rainwater swept through the crack of the door, which was no different from being alive. If they hadn't said she was dead, Cuiwei almost felt that Ayu would sit up with her chest in the next moment, glanced at herself with a little delayed look she had before her eyes, and then turned her eyes upwards, and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

But she was dead, and even though her expression was soothing and calm, she was still dead.

What killed her?

Today, when Zhou Wanzhong said that Ayu had no wounds on her body, she still laughed at him in her heart. A man who is very skilled in medicine actually became suspicious because he had no wounds. But now, she really wanted to know how Ayu died? How did that intact body, the face that looked extremely peaceful with her eyebrows and eyes closed, and she stopped all her reluctance and loneliness in her life.

"Swish."

A very slight sound stirred Cui Weiben's still a little chaotic heart, which made waves everywhere. She turned her head and looked at the wall where the sound was making. She knew that something had just passed by the mottled corners, but now she couldn't see it. It seemed to be sucked in by the blue bricks that had peeled off the wall and disappeared into her sight. But a voice persistently reminded her in her heart that it had not left and it was not enough to take A Yu's life. Now, it was coming towards her.

Cuiwei raised her heart to her throat, but the next moment, she raised her legs that were so soft that she could hardly support her body, ran towards the window, and slapped the vulnerable window lattice desperately.

"Help." She shouted with her throat, but her voice was so hoarse that she couldn't even hear it clearly. She had not had water for a long time and her throat had dried up.

"Help..." She called out again, and was disbelief but surprised to hear a burst of urgent footsteps coming towards the woodshed. Someone heard her cry for help, so she came to follow the sound and she was saved.

Cuiwei showed a weak smile on her face. She was still thinking about how to die just now, but now she felt that she would live no matter what. It turns out that life and death are not difficult to decide. In this world, there is no such thing as a matter of resolutely dying when the brain is hot. Those who want to live will not die, and those who want to die will not live in vain. Life and death are so clear that they will never be mixed up and difficult to distinguish between each other.

And she, Cuiwei, wanted to live, no matter what the future ahead, at this moment, she wanted to live.

But if you don't get what you want, it's another thing. Life and death have fate. These four words are not God's joke. At this moment, Cuiwei understood these words thoroughly and eroded his heart to the bone, because the footsteps outside the courtyard suddenly turned direction and headed towards the other end. At the same time, she felt a cold face, and something climbed her calves upwards. Before she could react, she had already arrived at the base of her thighs.

The green light oozed out through the thin fabric, and Cuiwei vaguely saw its shape. The back end was raised and the front was open were several distinct fingers. The fingertips were as sharp as hooks, but they were next to her flesh and did not sink in, which brought a tingling feeling.

Gao Huairen crawled out of the ground. Although the hand that had saved countless people had turned into a rugged bone, he still persistently pierced the coffin and broke out of the ground to find the guy who repays his kindness with grievances.

"Ah." Cui screamed slightly, and swung her fist at the "ghost hand" that covered her thighs, but it was as flexible as a gust of wind. The fist fell down and only hit her own flesh. The ghost hand had already gone behind her legs, and five fingers covered her plump buttocks evilly.

Cui Wei's brain exploded with a "boom". She finally knew why there was no wound on A Yu's body. It was not that there was no wound, but because the wound was hidden...

An indescribable feeling surged out, itchy and pain mixed, like the first ray of spring water flowing down when the snow melted.

Cui Wei let out a soft scream. The next moment, a force that came out from somewhere was unknown. She smashed the window frame with her elbow, supported the window sill with both hands, thrust out hard, and sent half of her body out of the window.

The sun was shining outside, and it was thrown down unscrupulously, like a handful of gold, covering Cui Wei's face and neck. She opened her cherry red lips and panted while calling for help outside the yard, but the sound came out, but it turned into a moan, intermittent, broken and unremitting, so she couldn't recognize it herself.

It was a moan that I couldn't even make when I was with Zhou Wanzhong and was lingering.

The rouge and water on her face were made into a ball, but the silence added a bit of thrilling beauty to her. Desire and pain wove together a boundless net, covering her whole body and unable to break free. She could only watch herself fall and drown on the flame from below her waist that could burn people to ashes.

Cuiwei was still struggling, although her waist was stuck by the cracked window frame, and sharp edges pierced into her flesh, leaving hideous scars on it. Although her legs were completely weak, she could only kick it helplessly behind, as if her muscles and bones were torn off.

The dilapidated yard in front of me began to become gorgeous, and there seemed to be a bird flying by in my mind, floating towards the vast sky with her surging soul.
Chapter completed!