The rebirth of the evil woman is not easy to mess with

Chapter 62 Ghost!

The sky is gradually darkening, the lights are on, and the stars are disappearing.

A dark cloud gradually rolled forward, covering the bright moonlight, and snowflakes drifted down again.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night!

In the wing room, there was a faint and moving sound of the piano, and in the compartment, there was the sound of playing and playing one after another.

Li Qingmu and Ouyue fell asleep to the melodious sound of the piano for a while, and when they woke up, the sound in the next room was gone.

"Duk, duk, duk!"

There was a sound of knocking on the bang outside, and it was already the third watch.

"Squeak-"

A door was gently pushed open, the room was quiet, only the sound of regular breathing, two faint candles flickered beside the bed, and two men and two women could be seen lying inside.

Their clothes were messy and they lay in a criss-cross pattern, looking very confused.

Li Qingmu immediately saw Qian Yi who was lying on the outermost side, still smacking his mouth, his face was still a little red, maybe it was hot?

He sneered and approached gradually.

He stretched out his hand to pinch the opponent's neck.

He didn't strangle him right away, but bit by bit, making him feel suffocated.

"Um……"

Qian Yi felt that it was difficult to breathe. He groaned and tried to turn over, but the feeling of suffocation became stronger and he had to struggle.

"Hmm, um, ahem...help..."

He subconsciously shouted, and only then did he feel that the strength on his neck seemed to relax a bit, and he quickly opened his eyes.

In the faint candlelight, a pale face came into view. His hair was disheveled, his eye sockets were sunken, his face was still stained with dried blood, his hands were covered with blood, and there were mud and broken flesh on them...

Looking at this face, Qian Yi was taken aback for a moment, then widened his eyes in horror!

"Ahhhhhhhhh—ghost—"

The shrill scream sounded like killing a pig, startling everyone around woke up from their sleep, and the young master Feng straightened up in a panic when he heard the "ghost", and shouted: "Come on!" People, come on people!"

Qian Yi was in a daze, looking at Li Qingmu's miserable and pale face, he was completely terrified. When he turned his head, he saw Young Master Feng shouting over there.

However, in his opinion, that was not Young Master Feng, but Li Qingmu's wronged soul!

Because Xiaohou Feng's body at this moment is covered in blood, and his hair is disheveled, just like what he saw just now!
This is the masterpiece of Obscure Moon!
The chicken blood that was smeared on them while they were fast asleep!

"Ah, Li Qingmu, you are not dead? No, how could you not be dead? You fell off the cliff, you can't live...Ghost, yes, you are a ghost, you came to me for your life, no, no , You ghost, why are you looking for me? Go to reincarnation, hurry up, do you want me to give you a ride? Ah, haha, I will give you a ride!"

Qian Yi was really panicked. He felt that Li Qingmu must be dead, so when he saw him appearing in front of him, he was so frightened that he subconsciously rushed to pinch him.

"Die, you go die, hurry up, don't come to me, die, die!!!"

"Ah, help, uh-"

Poor little Marquis Feng was woken up with a dazed look on his face. He thought there was a ghost when he woke up, but Qian Yi suddenly rushed up to strangle him to death.

He yelled, wanting to struggle, but Qian Yi was crazy now, and his hands were very strong. How could Young Master Feng have any strength in his body that often hangs around Fireworks and Willow Lane?
After a while, he was pinched and foamed at the mouth, and rolled his eyes, as if he was about to die.

"Ah, the little duke is covered in blood, come here, someone wants to kill the little duke!"

"Young Master Qian wants to kill the young master!"

The two serving women at the side finally came to their senses at this time, and then hurriedly put on a thin dress and ran out frantically, shouting while running.

"Help - someone is going to kill the young master!"

Lord Feng Xiaohou is the honored guest of Yunshui Tower, and there are guards outside. When the girls shouted, the guards rushed in immediately.

"Protect the young master!"

"Protect the master!"

"boom!"

The door was knocked open, and several guards rushed in. At a glance, they saw Qian Yi sitting on the stomach of the young master, grinning and strangling him desperately. The young master was dying!
"puff!"

A cold light flashed, the guard went up and cut off Qian Yi's arm without further ado, and hot blood gushed out from the cut, splashing the young master and Qian Yi all over.

"what--"

The severe pain hit, Qian Yi screamed, another guard rushed up and kicked him, Qian Yi rolled to the side, clutching his wound and screaming: "Kill him, he is a ghost! , what did you hit me for?"

Panicked, he hadn't noticed that his arm had been chopped off, he just thought he had been punched.

But soon, a series of cold lights flashed, and he found himself being held across his neck by the guards with swords.

At this moment, he finally woke up.

"No, no... ah—"

There were heart-piercing pains from the severed arm, Qian Yi screamed, feeling that his eyes were covered with blood, he clutched the wound, looked at the young master who was being supported to stand up in front of him, completely dumbfounded.

He is the young master, but his body is covered with blood, so he looks miserable and scary, but this is really the young master...

God, what did I just do?
I actually want to strangle the young master?
That is a real nobleman!
The grandfather of this young master was Feng Huaiyuan, Marquis of Nanyang. This man had made meritorious service in escorting and had some military merits, so he was conferred the title of Marquis of Nanyang by the emperor and allowed hereditary succession.

It's just that the children and grandchildren are not up to date, have been muddling around, and have no achievements, so they hang out in Ling'an City.

But my grandfather is amazing!

That old Marquis Feng has a fiery temper. If he knew that he almost strangled the little Marquis, wouldn't he kill himself?

Thinking of this, Qian Yi couldn't care less about the pain in his arm, he cried and begged for mercy: "Young Lord, spare me, I didn't, I was framed, yes, someone framed me, Young Master..."

"Bah! Qian Yi, you bastard, almost strangled me, cough, cough... I still have a sore throat... Come here, stop the bleeding first, don't let him die, I will slowly torture him to death, snort!"

"No, no, please forgive me..."

Qian Yi sternly begged for mercy, but unfortunately it was useless, the little Marquis Feng who walked around the gate of hell hated him to the core, how could he let him go?
Immediately, a guard stepped forward to help him treat the wound, and then pushed him down.

It's just that when Qian Yi was escorted through a door, he turned his head and saw a face with disheveled hair. That face...he was very familiar, it was Li Qingmu!
"Ahhh, ghosts—"

(End of this chapter)