Qingmei can flirt with Han, but Gao Leng Zhuma can't stand it

Chapter 161 The "Female Ghost" in the Basement

Mrs. Song pushed open the iron door and went down the stairs, a dark and damp smell came over her face.

Wearing house slippers, he walked in slowly.

In the dark basement, there is only a small yellow light.

There are all kinds of instruments of torture hanging on the wall, each of which is stained with blood.

Mrs. Song stopped and looked at a woman chained up in front of her.

The dark basement has not seen the sun for many years, exuding a strong musty smell.

The woman's head was lowered, her messy hair was scattered in front of her forehead.

Mrs. Song said leisurely, "It's been seven years, and you can persist for seven years."

The woman didn't move, like a dead person.

Mrs. Song breathed a sigh of relief, "Your son came back after seven years, and you have finally waited for him."

The woman didn't move until she heard her son, and raised her head. Her pale face was wrinkled like it had been soaked in water for a long time.

His eyes were squinting, not sure if they were open or closed.

"Your son is still alive, but mine is dead." Mrs. Song walked up to her unwillingly, and reached out to pick up a whip hanging on the wall.

He flicked it, and slapped it on the woman.

The woman hummed softly, but she didn't actually feel any pain, maybe she got used to it.

Mrs. Song shook the whip several times before dropping the whip in her hand.

"But he can't find you. I'm going to move soon. Then you will stay here alone and turn into a pile of bones, hahahaha."

Mrs. Song raised her head and laughed, with a tear falling from the corner of her eyes.

The woman opened the cloudy corners of her eyes, looked at her, opened her mouth, and could only make a sound of uhhhhh.

"Why do you want to say that I am vicious?" Mrs. Song walked over and opened the chain with a key.

The woman fell to the ground, her clothes were in tatters.

Mrs. Song smiled, "I'm just vicious. I've tortured you for seven years but I'm still not happy."

"I let you go now, if you can get out, then I will let you go."

Mrs. Song pointed to the exit, "That's the exit."

The woman lay on the ground for a while before crawling forward with her hands.

She had no strength at all, and her wrist was only skin and bone, which would break if she snapped it.

"No energy? Drink some water."

Mrs. Song filled a ladle of water from the old water tank next to it, and there was still a layer of green cyanobacteria floating on it.

Mrs. Song poured water directly on her back.

"Uh uh~" the woman made a difficult sound.

Try to climb over to the slightly bright place ahead.

Mrs. Song looked at her like this sickly, feeling a little bit of pleasure in her heart.

Where the woman crawled over left a long trail of blood.

Mrs. Song raised her chin with a whip, "Do you still remember what your son's name is?"

The woman opened her mouth hard, "Uh~ Son."

"With your appearance, do you think he can recognize you? You are not afraid of scaring him anymore."

Madam Song looked at her mockingly.

The woman stopped crawling forward when she heard this, and lay flat on the cool concrete floor for a long time without moving.

Mrs. Song took out a small mirror from her pocket, "You haven't seen your current appearance yet, have you?"

"Hehe, that's why I specially took a mirror to show you."

Mrs. Song lifted her chin to let her look at herself in the mirror.

"You used to seduce people with your little vixen-like appearance. Are you surprised to see yourself like this now?"

The woman looked at the person in the mirror without speaking, as if she was judging who the person in the mirror was.

She didn't even recognize herself.

His pale face was swollen, like a female ghost on TV.

(End of this chapter)