C518 Is he possessed

Aunt Xiao gritted her teeth and closed the door. She turned around to light the candle, but the door creaked again and slowly opened — —

A chilly wind blew past, and she couldn't help but shiver as a trace of fear crept into her heart.

"What kind of person is pretending to be mysterious?"

However, inside the house outside the house, it was completely silent. No one answered.

"Bam!" At this moment, another gust of wind blew, and the window was blown back and forth twice.

"So it's the wind." Auntie Xiao breathed a sigh of relief. She endured the pain as she groped around for something. She lit the oil lamp, closed the window and returned to her bed.

When he walked to the bedside and looked down, he discovered that the two shoes had disappeared – what was going on?

A slight chill crept up her back, and when she looked at her feet again, she was sure they weren't wearing shoes. Her shoes … Where did she go? She looked around the room.

Suddenly her toes felt cold, as if someone had touched her.

"..." "Who?" She quickly withdrew her foot. The candle flame in the room suddenly went out again, and the room became dark again. Her heart skipped a beat, and she clutched her chest tightly.

"Lian, Lian Ruyue, if it's you, stop playing tricks on us. It's no use. You and Rong Xue are dead this time."

She quickly got into bed and hid under the blanket. However, when she looked at the top of the bed, a face suddenly appeared in front of her — —

"Lian … Lian Xian …" She rolled off the bed and closed her eyes tightly, a look of horror on her face.

Even the immortal, that … Dead.

Auntie Xiao gathered her courage and slowly opened her eyes, but her face was gone. She let out a long sigh and leaned against the bed. Only then did she realize that her entire body was drenched.

She had just seen the dead Fifth Miss' Lian Xian's appearance. No, this was just an illusion. The immortal appearance had already been dead for many years and it was impossible for her to return. This must be an illusion.

She swallowed hard, and a chill went up her spine as she thought of that face.

The next morning, Aunt Xiao got up. She was scared the night before and actually felt a bit dizzy.

When she moved out of the room, she heard Aunt Zhao and the other concubines and maidservants discussing something.

Aunt Zhao leaned in close to the crowd, lowered her voice and said mysteriously, "Who do you think I saw last night when I woke up?" "I can't believe I saw the shadow of Fifth Miss floating from here to there. She looks really scary …"

"Aunt Zhao, you saw it too?" Another Aunt Yao said in surprise, "I saw it too. Although I was startled, I thought I was seeing things."

"You saw it too?" Aunt Zhao's face turned pale.

"Hmm, I also saw her face. She looked very scary. Her face was rotten and full of pus. Her arms were also full of pus. Drops of pus fell from her face. I almost died from fright." Grand Concubine Yao seemed to have a lingering fear in her heart as she clutched her chest, her face pale.

When Aunt Xiao heard their discussion, her heart shook and she was suddenly stunned —

Wasn't last night her imagination?

"The Fifth Miss died outside the house at that time and was not carried inside, so the people inside weren't sure how she died, but I once heard from the mama that she died in a very miserable manner, I don't know what kind of illness she died from, her body was festering, full of pustules, she was unable to recover even after applying medicine, and finally her body stank, and everything within a hundred meters of her body can be smelled. Finally, she died of rotting flesh, and after dying, there was only a mat made of grass."

When Auntie Xiao heard this, she slowly squeezed the handkerchief.

"Hey, Xiao Niang, when did you come? Why aren't you saying anything?" Did you see Fifth Miss last night? " At this time, Aunt Yao turned her head and saw Auntie Xiao standing by the door. She called out her name and asked, "Aunt Xiao!"

"I didn't see it." Auntie Xiao raised her head, revealing a smiling expression to Aunt Yao. She then quickly turned around and walked into the house, closing the door behind her.

Aunt Zhao laughed coldly. "Why are you being so unreasonable?"

That night, Aunt Xiao did not sleep. She lit up both oil lamps in her room and moved a stool over. Her eyes were wide open as she stared at the door.

"Lian Ruyue, you want to scare me with your celestial charms, I won't fall for your trick. This time, Rong Xue and Lian Fu can't escape, you don't need to do anything."

She firmly believed that even her celestial appearance was caused by Lian Ruyue, so she just sat there without blinking. By the second half of the night, nothing unusual had happened in the room.

Finally unable to bear it any longer, Auntie Xiao yawned, got up, extinguished the oil lamp, took off her outer clothes, and laid down on the bed to rest.

"…" But as soon as she got into bed, she felt something in her bed.

Stunned, she stretched out her hand and touched a soft, sticky substance. She jumped in fright and abruptly lifted the quilt, only to see a person with long, black hair lying under her quilt. His face was covered in sores, and he was emitting a foul stench.

She blinked her dark gray eyes at her and slowly reached out her hand. The back of her hand was completely rotten as yellow pus flowed out. Her hand covered Aunt Xiao's mouth.

"You … five, five …" Auntie Xiao struggled to open her mouth, but could not utter a single word.

"…" The shadow slowly opened its mouth.

"Ah …" Auntie Xiao was so frightened that she rolled down from the bed, screaming in fear as her chest heaved up and down, gasping for breath.

When she blinked, the girl with the rotten sore on the bed had disappeared. She no longer smelled the stench and touched her mouth with her hand. It was clean without any pus left.

"Ghost, ghost, there's really a ghost …"

Her heart tightened.

Suddenly, she felt a chill on her shoulder. She gritted her teeth and abruptly turned around —

"Ah …" It was that terrifying face of Lian Xian once again.

"Howl …" At the same time, a low cry came from within the room, but in the blink of an eye, nothing could be seen. Only the faint sound of crying seemed to come from far away.

Madam Xiao sat on the ground, her head full of sweat, her face as pale as paper.

After daybreak, Lady Xiao's entire body became drowsy as if she had suffered from a serious illness. When she raised her head, that Aunt Yao just happened to come out of her room. When she saw her, her face revealed a different expression — —

"Aiya, Auntie Xiao, did you run into a ghost? Your face is too ugly. Look at how dark this restaurant is."

"..." "My body is in pain and I haven't been able to rest properly." After Aunt Xiao finished speaking, she hurriedly turned around and walked into the room. When she saw herself reflected in the bronze mirror, her face turned pale.

As soon as she stood up, she felt weightless. She sat down heavily on the chair, and her forehead was covered in sweat. She walked back to the window to rest, but her feet felt like they were squatting on cotton.

Could it be that she was really bewitched?

That night, midnight.

Auntie Xiao dragged her sickly body, and in order to avoid being overheard by others, she climbed out of the window.