Every day I open my eyes, I'm running for my life

Chapter 7
Lin Fenghe passed out completely.

Looking at the empty food boxes on the table, she laughed sarcastically.

"madness."

He grabbed Lin Fenghe's back collar and raised his head, revealing his white neck.

Qingsang held the dagger in one hand and held her head with the other, aiming at the neck and stabbing her.

She did not pull out the dagger in a hurry, but dragged it hard, opening Lin Fenghe's neck.

Lao Gao, who was bleeding, felt the heat coming from his face and hands. Qing Sang proudly let go of his hand, put the dagger into his sleeve, packed the food box and took it away.

The night is cool and the full moon is in the sky.

As Qingsang left, a gust of wind suddenly blew up in the small courtyard, spinning and jumping in front of the carved wooden door.

He rushed into the house quickly, put out the candle, and closed the door.

bang.

The courtyard returned to calm.

The bright moon is in the sky, and Yuan Heng is sitting on the roof facing the same starry sky.

He played with the jade ring on his index finger and looked at Jiaojiao Mingyue, his eyes vacant, as if he was thinking about something.

Suddenly, Yuan Heng stopped all movements and remained motionless as if he had been immobilized.

After a moment, he closed his eyes and once again turned the jade ring on his index finger with his thumb.

The sky is bright and the fish belly turns white.

One night passed, Lin Fenghe finally got over the drug addiction, and stood up from the table with disordered breathing.

I was stiff all night, and there was no part of my body that was not free of pain, as if I had been crushed by a car.

When he opened his eyes, he saw his hands full of dried blood.

"Thank you for calling you sister, but you actually drugged me to kill me."

Lin Fenghe was very familiar with this scene.

She moved her numb and sore feet and stood up slowly, holding the table with both hands.

Although this body is immortal, it is not resistant to medicine.

As soon as she got up, her head hurt like a contraction due to ischemia, her vision was blurred, and her legs and feet were unwell.

Lin Fenghe lost his center of gravity and fell down like an old lady.

"I'll go to her fourth uncle and grandma." Lin Fenghe simply lay down on the ground and straightened his legs.

Although dawn had broken, the house was still dark.

Lin Fenghe looked at the carvings on the wooden beams above his head, planning how to escape from here.

It was impossible to escape directly. The black-robed evil ghost didn't know what the white smoke he put in her head was, but it was definitely not something good.

Waiting for a layman to kill Yuan Heng is even more impossible.

Everyone in this miserable place is trying to kill her one by one. Eight hundred lives are not enough to live in this place.

Thinking of this, Lin Fenghe suddenly realized how awesome the original owner Lin Qinghe was.

She hurriedly sat up from lying on the ground, recalling the feats the original owner had done before his death.

Lin Qinghe could compete with Yuan Heng in the Palace of Eternal Life, so why couldn't she.

Lin Fenghe picked it up at random, made curses out of his mouth, and made gestures with his hands to cast spells like the original master.

Looking at the unresponsive air in front of him, Lin Fenghe gave up.

She can't.

"Oh, what a difference." Lin Fenghe lamented, feeling that his feet had regained consciousness, and stood up.

Touching the two thunderbolts left in his arms, Lin Fenghe stepped out and pushed the door open.

She still remembered what Qing Sang said before she fell into coma. Now that she didn't have the strength to fight against these living dead, she should alienate them first.

But as soon as she walked out of the small courtyard, she ran into Yuan Heng who was looking for her.

Lin Fenghe covered his head, took two steps back, smiled awkwardly, and raised his head to look at Yuan Heng.

"Haha, it's early for the original owner to have something to do. He's so free so early in the morning."

Yuan Heng looked at the blood red patch on Lin Fenghe's neck with deep eyes.

"Resurrection?"

Lin Fenghe looked down along his line of sight, raised his hand and rubbed the blood on his neck.

"No, no, I'm just still breathing a sigh of relief."

After saying that, Lin Fenghe raised his head and prepared to tell Yuan Heng everything Qing Sang had done.Unexpectedly, as soon as she opened her mouth and before she could breathe out, she saw Yuan Heng flicking his sleeves and turning around.

"Come with me if you still have energy."

Lin Fenghe helplessly punched the air: "I know."

The two of them had just taken two steps when Yuan Heng stopped and turned to look at Lin Fenghe with a frown.

Lin Fenghe looked at him eye to eye: "What's wrong with the original boss?"

But when Yuan Heng made a secret and cast a spell, Lin Fenghe's clothes suddenly changed in style.

She wears a lotus leaf green skirt, a willow green yellow gauze outer skirt, white-soled bamboo leaf embroidered shoes on her feet, and her hair is in a double bun.

Looking at Yuan Heng again, he has a pale green coat with a pink and green background, his skin is bloodless white, and his lips are light in color.

It is rare to have his hair tied up and wearing a crown, which gives him a sickly look of a handsome young man.

Lin Fenghe realized that the black-robed evil ghost had cast a self-cultivation spell on him and himself, and quickly reached out to touch the thunder bullet in his arms.

Looking at himself and Lin Fenghe, Yuan Heng nodded slightly with satisfaction.

"Lin Qinghe, go out and call me Young Master, remember?"

Lin Fenghe, who was touching the Thunderbolts like a baby, quickly put away the Thunderbolts when he heard this, and the little chicken nodded.

"Remember it, sir."

How dare she not remember it.

Lin Fenghe curled his lips and babbled silently.

"Let's go." After receiving the reply, Yuan Heng continued to move forward.

Looking at Yuan Heng's back, Lin Fenghe curled his lips again.

This black-robed evil spirit is pretty good at pretending to be young, it's all green.

I slandered in my heart, but people followed closely.

When passing by the main courtyard, I happened to meet Qingsang.

Qing Sang looked at Lin Fenghe, visibly stiffened. She stared at Lin Fenghe, but it was difficult for Yuan Heng to have an attack here.

Yuan Heng ignored him and led Lin Fenghe straight out of the house.

"Sir, where are we going?" After seeing the house, Lin Fenghe finally couldn't hold back his doubts and asked.

I don’t know if it’s because of the clothes he’s wearing or what, but Yuan Heng is particularly talkative today.

"Someone died in the north of the city last night. Go there and find out."

"Oh." Seeing him like this, Lin Fenghe said tentatively: "Sir, the green mulberry trees were weird last night."

"Why?" Yuan Heng responded to her without looking back.

Lin Fenghe frowned slightly at Yuan Heng's reaction.

Why does this bitch act like a human being today?

Lin Fenghe was sarcastic in his heart, but his face remained the same as before.

“She drugged me in the meal and kept asking me who ordered me to break the seal of the Resurrection Pool.

She also said that it was Mr. Song or Mr. Zhang who kept asking me who asked me to do this. "Seeing that Yuan Heng had no big reaction, Lin Fenghe started to make nonsense.

"Qingsang also asked me why you didn't kill me directly, and asked me if you instigated me to do this, and how you managed to guard the Palace of Eternal Life and how you let me get in."

After finishing speaking in one breath, Lin Fenghe added at the end.

"These are all said by Qingsang himself."

Yuan Heng continued walking without looking back.

After a moment, he replied calmly: "Yes."

Lin Fenghe rolled his eyes, but he couldn't expect any big reaction from Yuan Heng.

The two crossed three streets, turned two corners, and finally approached the scene of the incident.

Early in the morning, a group of people gathered here to watch the excitement.

Some even stood in front of the house with breakfast in hand and gossiped together.

"Don't mention it, it's such a tragic death! A family of ten didn't even let go of the smallest baby."

"You didn't even let the child go? What the hell!"

"I heard that the six-year-old daughter of that family brought it into the house because she felt sorry for him. Who knew he would attract such a beast?"

(End of this chapter)