Mysterious president, get away from me!

"Chengxiao..."

Lin Chengxiao no longer looked at her, no longer said, turned and left her room.

In the empty room, Cao ronghua began to be afraid again. She didn't dare to go to the bathroom to take a bath. She didn't even change her clothes. She went directly into the quilt, covered her head tightly with the quilt, and said, "it's all fake, it's all fake" to comfort herself.

In the dead of night, the room was horribly quiet.

Cao ronghua was so stuffy in the quilt that he had to pee again. He was in a hurry to go to the toilet and hesitated for a long time. Finally, he gingerly stretched his head out of the quilt.

The light in the room is bright, the thick curtain has covered the window glass, everything is normal.

She was a little relieved. She came down from the bed carefully. Then she rushed into the toilet as quickly as possible, took off her pants and squatted in the toilet. After solving her physiological problems, she quickly put on her pants. Just as she put her hand on the sensor tap, she suddenly heard the sound of "patter patter patter" on the floor, which was similar to the sound of marbles falling on the ground.

"Come again, come again..." Cao ronghua trembled and said, "it's false, it's all false, it's all illusions, it's illusions..."

She didn't care to wash her hands. She quickly opened the bathroom door and went back to the bedroom. When she ran to the bed, she inadvertently saw the window. Her steps suddenly stopped and her face turned pale!

Two minutes ago, the window was covered by the curtain. Now, the curtain has been opened. What's more, there is a dark shadow reflected on the window glass!

"It's fake, it's fake... It's all fake..." Cao ronghua didn't dare to look at it any more. He ran to the bed, slipped into the bed and covered his head.

"Bang... Bang..." strange sounds rang out in the room, as if something was knocking on the window glass.

"It's fake... It's fake..." Cao ronghua covered his head tightly with a quilt, his eyes closed, and his mouth kept comforting himself, "there's no ghost, Chengxiao said, there's no ghost in this world, it's all fake..."

At this time, I heard a "Hua La" sound, and the window glass was pulled open. Then, a dark wind blew, and a white shadow suddenly "floated" into the room from the window. An old, low, hoarse voice slowly sounded, "I'm so miserable to die..."

"Ah - ah -" Cao ronghua screamed, directly scared to pee.

His trousers were wet and his bed was full of smelly urine. Cao ronghua was frightened and shivering.

"I died miserably... Miserably..."

The familiar and strange voice was getting closer and closer. It seemed that it was in his ears. Cao ronghua was so scared that his soul almost flew away. He opened a crack in the quilt and peered out. This peeping almost fainted.

A figure stood in front of her bed. No, no, it was not a figure. It was the ghost of the old man. He was dressed in the clothes in front of the old man. His head was bloody and his face was covered with blood. Only his eyes were dark. His mouth was slightly open, his gums were dripping with blood, and the corners of his mouth were dripping with blood.

"Is... You... Harm... Dead... I..." the ghost of the old master stares at Cao ronghua, his voice is low, slow, creepy.

Cao ronghua's hands and feet seemed to be imprisoned. She couldn't move. Her great fear made her forget to call for help and scream. She only looked at the bloody face above her head in horror and kept shivering. She prayed intermittently, "no... no... it's not me... Please... Let me go..."

"You've killed me... You've killed me in vain... You can't be reincarnated... I'm going to let you pay for your blood... Debt... Blood..."

The old man's voice was hoarse and full of anger. Suddenly his eyes flashed. He suddenly stretched out a skinny hand and suddenly lifted the quilt covering Cao ronghua's body. She was so scared that she cringed and begged for mercy, "don't kill me, don't kill me, please don't kill me..."

"Blood for blood!" The old man repeated once, and then he grabbed Cao ronghua's throat with his pincers like fingers and lifted her out of bed.

With a strong sense of suffocation, Cao ronghua rolled her eyes. Her feet were off the ground, and her hands tightly grasped the old man's hand. She squeezed a few words from her throat, "it's not me... That killed you... It's not me..."

The old man said darkly, "it's not you. Who is that?"

"Yes... Yes..." Cao ronghua was already so sick that he was about to faint. He squeezed out two words intermittently, and it was hard to say anything.

Cao ronghua was thrown to the floor by him. She was lying on the ground, panting violently, coughing painfully, and her tears came out.

"Say, who is it?"

But in a twinkling, the ghost of the old man moved in front of her again. She broke down and began to cry. She did not dare to look at his bloody face and cried intermittently, "it's a female thief, nicknamed Feiyan... She stole your old man's Enamel antique bowl, and she killed you... If you want revenge, go to find her..."

The old man stared at Cao ronghua, who was lying on the ground crying. Suddenly he gave a sneer. The old man's voice dragged on for a long time, which was more strange and frightening. "I'm dying, and I'm not willing to tell the truth. Then I'll send you to the hell to accompany my son."

As soon as the voice fell, Cao ronghua suddenly heard the sound of breaking the air. She stopped crying in horror. She didn't understand what was going on. A black whip wrapped around her neck and held her tightly.

"Ah, help"

The word "help" could not be called out. The black whip was like a spirit snake. It was tightly wrapped around her neck. It was getting tighter and tighter. She couldn't breathe and shout. Her face turned blue purple. Her eyes were wide open in horror and hovered on the edge of death.

She clearly felt the loss of vitality in her body. She trembled, stretched out her fingers, grasped the whip, and looked painfully at the figure standing in front of her. Her eyes were full of prayer.

All of a sudden, the whip around her neck loosened. She inhaled suddenly, and the air mixed with the smell of blood ran into her lungs, which made her cough.

"Say, who is it that killed me?"

The old man's fierce voice, like a poisonous snake, ran into her ears, making her panic and tremble. Two nails nearly three inches long fell on her face. With a little force, she drew a bloodstain on her face. She screamed and rolled with pain, but could not escape from the palm of the ghost.

"Say it

There was another sharp sound. The old man's two fingers were even harder, and his sharp nails pierced her skin. The blood overflowed instantly. He said darkly, "if you don't speak, I'll take off the skin on your face!"

"No, no!" Cao ronghua loves beauty most. Even at the critical moment of life and death, she still thinks how ugly it is to lose face. She struggles painfully and says intermittently, "it's the old ghost who killed you, it's the old ghost..."

The old man's eyes flashed and said coldly, "what's the origin of the old ghost?"

"All I know is that he's a thief... He's very skilled..."

The old man's fingers pushed hard, and his sharp nails poked deeper into her skin. "Where is he now?"

She screamed repeatedly, wallowing on the ground in pain, and cried madly, "I don't know, I don't know..."

"Who told the old devil to kill me? Is that you? "

"No! It's not me The old man's nails were as sharp as a dagger. There were seven or eight bloodstains on her face. She lost her sense of pain and couldn't bear the pain. She blurted out, "it's Chengxiao!"

As soon as the old master's fingers were stiff, he suddenly threw away Cao ronghua and stood up. As Cao ronghua groaned, he looked up at him and kept begging for mercy. "Old master, we know we are wrong. Please let us go. We will be good people in the future and never do bad things again..."