People are most likely to overestimate their strength and their fragility. Is this a contradiction? No, because this night will be fully reflected in Xiurong.

She thought she was ready, ready to move forward even if the road was long, and would not turn back even if she was crushed to pieces. However, when she pulled her legs out of the mud and was about to take the first step, she suddenly heard a few chuckles, like birds singing, swept over her head, disappearing without a trace.

Xiurong shook her voice, and she could clearly hear that it was not a bird's song at all, but a laugh, a joke, a laughter watching the show. The sound seemed to belong to a little girl, like a silver bell, and had not been stained with the fireworks of the world, but it seemed to have a clear understanding of all the heaviness and vicissitudes of the world.

"who?"

Xiurong couldn't help but questioned her and rushed out of her throat. The sound was magnified several times in the empty and quiet forest, shuttled through the whispers of the leaves, long and distant.

No one responded to her, and Xiurong was not surprised, because she had no hope of getting a response. However, all kinds of chaos in her mind suddenly broke out and exploded in her head like fireworks. And the explosion exploded with a bright light, brilliant and brilliant...

Gao Huairen has a young daughter who was sent to her relatives' house as a child bride because of her parents' deaths one after another. However, not long after, she followed her parents because of a cold. Although Cao Yun revealed the whole thing under her own inquiries, she was only anxious about Zhou Wanzhong's vicious methods at that time and did not leave much impression on this section. However, now, when she heard this burst of laughter, this sentence was brought by Cao Yun's words, and it was like a thunder strike, which made her head buzz.

Is it her? The girl who died of depression in her underage?

What she should have thought of long ago: Could it be that the wronged soul can escape? It is because she is so naive that she thought that leaving the Zhou family would be able to be separated from the mistakes that Zhou Huairen committed, and that she could find a clear path to the future for herself. She was too stupid, even more stupid than Cuiwei. Cuiwei died in a confused way, but she thought she was smart. In the end, she lost Qingqing's life because of this self-righteous intelligence.

But despair always breeds the courage to fight back, even if it is insignificant, it can more or less bring a little comfort to those in the quicksand.

Xiurong is not smart, but she doesn't want to be a coward.

She bit her upper lip tightly and threw the heavy bag behind her, no longer searching for the life-seeking ghost who could not see her true appearance, no longer presupposes her fate that is about to reach the end, and takes steps and continues to walk through the forest where there is no trace of light.

She was about to leave and leave here. Although at this moment, she thought of the dove on the windowsill, the dove that would never fly out, she still took the most determined step forward without hesitation.

The trouser legs suddenly became cold, as if something had grabbed her calves. A cold touch came and penetrated into the cracks of the bones through the skin. It seemed to have penetrated into Xiurong's heart and frozen the blood full of blood into a piece of ice.

What is it?

Xiurong's feet were slightly stuck, but for a moment, the thing had already gone up along his legs and came to the corner that had not been visited for a long time.

Xiurong's face changed instantly, but before the scream was heard from her mouth, she felt a stinging pain, spreading out from her waist, turning into a trickle of water, rushing towards her limbs and bones.

She was extremely panicked and bent over and pulled her trouser legs, wanting to see what it was, and she could go straight in like a stunning place. But as soon as her finger touched her trouser legs, the surface of her legs became cold again, and a slippery thing fell down against her skin. When she came to her ankle, she met Xiurong's trembling fingers.

A ghost hand with green green was not hung with a trace of flesh, as dry as hay on the ground, the fingertips of her hands touched Xiurong's fingers, as if she was about to pierce her fingertips through.

"ah."

Xiurong finally let out a belated exclaim. She shook her calves suddenly, and the ghost hand fell from her trouser legs without any struggle, and pressed against the muddy ground and stopped moving.

"Ghost...Ghost..." Xiurong felt that the hand seemed to have eyes, because it was "lying" in front of her, without moving at all, as if observing her every move, or preparing to launch the next attack.

Do you really have eyes? In a trance, Xiurong seemed to have seen a pair of eyes, dark and almost melted into the night, but a green light flashed, and the pair of creeping white eyes faintly revealed from the darkness and looked towards her.

Xiurong's mind was a little confused. Why did one hand have eyes? But she no longer had the heart to think about it, because at the moment when this absurd thought was born, she heard the joking laughter coming from the ghost hand, like a silver bell blown by the wind, circling over the forest for a long time.

Xiurong felt that his head was hit with a hammer, and there seemed to be ten thousand bees dancing inside. Cold sweat flowed down his neck and fell on his back, turning into several streams of melting ice and snow.

But all the fear was only concentrated for that moment, and then the fear faded. Suddenly, the storm waves suddenly burst into her mind, surging into strange shapes, sometimes like giant birds flapping their wings and flying, sometimes like large shades of trees covering the sky and the sun, and continued to take pictures from a high place, easily shattering all her deep, shallow, unwilling and fearful emotions.

Xiurong shook his head, pulled back his scattered thoughts, and tried to widen his eyes: the ghost hand was still lying there, and it was like a splash of ink that could not be dissolved, which made the green light covering it even more gorgeous, as if all the green jade in the world was concentrated here and could burn.

She stood face to face with it, her legs were already trembling, and the pain in her lower abdomen was tormenting her. She tried desperately to pull her down and pull her to the ground without breathing and freedom. There, Ayu and Cuiwei were waiting for her, and her fate would eventually be like them, from the moment they were carried into Zhou's house by a sedan chair, they were destined.

But the word "living" was at this moment, and returned to Xiurong's blood, roaring and shouting, wishing to drill out of the blood vessels and burn everything that was blocking her to ashes. She looked down at her hands. These hands were different from A Yucui's micro-shuangbi. Although they could not embroider anything "Step on the snow and find plum blossoms", they had planted seedlings, led cows, and even killed pigs and sheep.

She once thought she could finally escape poverty and run towards the best life she imagined, but now she regrets and wants to go back. She is willing to abandon all her greed. So God, can she still give her a chance?
Chapter completed!