After being reincarnated as a bad woman, I became my enemy?

The moment Hang Yanling held his face with gentle palms, Hang Yanling's consciousness relaxed a little.

She narrowed her eyes and moved the corners of her mouth.

"I'm fine, but senior sister, if you're tired, go to bed early."

"Hehe, I'm fine...let me take a good look at your face."

Zhou Qinghe bent down and looked at Hang Yanling's appearance carefully. His voice was soft and hoarse, but it seemed extraordinarily charming to Hang Yanling's ears.

Hang Yanling closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of his face, and sighed softly.

"Sister, your hands are so warm."

"Huh? Do you like it?"

"I like it, of course I like it, but there is one thing I'm curious about—"

Before the metallic light from Zhou Qinghe's fingertips touched the back of Hang Yanling's neck, Hang Yanling held the other's hand.

Open your eyes, the eyes are dark gold.

Hang Yanling asked her own question slowly: "How did you know that I like sister 'Zhou Qinghe' very much?"

"what?"

Zhou Qinghe, whose wrist was being held, hadn't realized it yet, but Hang Yanling raised his hand quickly, and the dark aura corroded along the man's arm.

The clothes on the other party's arm were eroded by Yin Qi into dark fragments, and the black ash peeled off. Hang Yanling saw the black tattoo on the arm of this "Zhou Qinghe" senior.

Three intermittent black lines...

The appearance is very similar to the tattoo of the Styx Sect that I saw yesterday, but it is more distorted overall.

Like the garbled characters tattooed by an unskilled tattooist with trembling hands, the wavy lines twisted strangely, and the three lines even intersected with each other.

Hang Yanling murmured slowly: "The tone is very similar, I even know that I like senior sister Zhou Qinghe, and it doesn't look like my face is covered with a human skin mask... Who are you?"

"Sister, I don't understand what you mean."

"Well - now that things have come to an end, do you still want to talk to me as 'Zhou Qinghe'? I don't mind if you show your true colors and fight with me now."

Hang Yanling pushed away Zhou Qinghe's hand and looked at the 'senior sister' in front of her.

Is it the appearance of being disguised by using spells?

No... not like that.

Tone, mannerisms, eyes...

Because I spent a long time with my senior in the previous life, although many memories have been forgotten, the basic impression in my mind of this "person" is very consistent with the "Zhou Qinghe" in front of me.

Like, very similar.

But only similar in action.

The senior sister Zhou Qinghe I knew, even if she knocked Fu Tianqing unconscious for the purpose of protecting someone, she would definitely check Fu Tianqing's injury later, instead of walking over directly and accosting herself.

"If you don't plan to do it, how about telling me about your plan?"

Hang Yanling squinted at the senior, her hand with the poisonous needle still tried hard to get out of Hang Yanling's grip, and continued to approach the back of Hang Yanling's neck.

"Plan, what plan?"

Zhou Qinghe smiled wryly: "I seem to be a little... I don't hear what you are talking about?"

"I don't even understand what you're doing. I'm already holding your hand. You should know that the poisonous needle won't kill me, right? Why don't you try something else?"

"Poison needle...?"

Zhou Qinghe looked a little confused, but her hand still stabbed vigorously towards Hang Yanling's neck.

She didn't intend to hide it at all.

"Well, I don't know if you've been hypnotized or what—anyway, you'd better sleep for a while."

Hang Yanling suddenly slashed at Zhou Qinghe's neck with a knife in his backhand, but Zhou Qinghe realized that something was wrong, took a quick step back, and was about to escape when Hang Yanling's figure suddenly disappeared in front of her.

"Eh?"

"it's here."

A pair of hands stretched out from behind like a ghost, strangling her throat tightly.

Hang Yanling's voice gradually became cold: "I've always had a good temper, and I don't like to kill people—it's just that there are always a few hurdles in my heart that I can't get past...It's unlikely that you will tease me like a senior Get out of here alive."

"Why...why...do this?"

Being strangled by the neck, "Zhou Qinghe"'s voice was intermittent. She tried to turn around in confusion, and the hand with the poisonous needle also tried to stab Hang Yanling's arm.

"Ugh."

Hang Yanling sighed, didn't talk nonsense, and broke the neck of "Zhou Qinghe" with both hands.

Although this is Linlang Academy, killing people is not very good...

But after tidying up a little bit, no one else should find out.

Let go of his hand, and the body of "Zhou Qinghe" fell to the ground.

Hang Yanling bent down, and was planning to carefully examine Zhou Qinghe's abnormal condition, to see how this impostor used to disguise himself for this purpose.

She stretched out her hand and gently scratched the corpse's face with her nails.

There is no strange feeling, it is indeed not a human skin mask...

"Why did you do this to me?"

Suddenly, "Zhou Qinghe" turned his head around, maintaining the posture of lying on the ground, but his head was directed at Hang Yanling.

There was a creaking sound from the neck twisted at an angle that ordinary people could not do, and "Zhou Qinghe" on the ground twisted his neck towards Hang Yanling abruptly, suddenly raised his arm, and stabbed the poisonous needle towards Hang Yanling again.

"Tsk, what's going on?"

Hang Yanling broke into a cold sweat from fright, withdrew his hand suddenly and jumped a step.

"Zhou Qinghe" who fell on the ground wriggled her limbs and got up from the ground. Because her head had been twisted, it was difficult for her body to find a balance. The fragile link between her head and body made her head dangle, but she still "Stand up" and approached Hang Yanlin step by step.

The head that hangs down and is completely supported by the shoulders is still talking: "Sister, come here, let me take a good look at your face..."

"Damn, what monster?"

Rao was Hang Yanling, who was also horrified by this scene.

Chapter 20 It Shouldn't Be This Way

"Not in the soil, but hurt in the thorns!"

Click, click...

When Hang Yanling was about to fight "Zhou Qinghe" again, the figure whose neck was twisted but still able to move suddenly slipped, and a huge pothole appeared under her feet. After falling into the pit in an instant, she fell out of the mud The spreading thorns locked her body in the pothole.

Behind her, Fu Tianqing, who had just been thrown to the ground by a sap stick, grinned and got up from the ground holding her neck.

"Mom, it hurts..."

"Eh? You didn't faint?"

"nonsense."

Fu Tianqing walked up to Hang Yanling, pressed her palm, and curled her lips: "I thought it was Xiao Qiuyu who saw us standing together again, and gave me a stick in a hurry, but it was the student who came here." Sister... I lay down on the ground and observed for a while, who knew I met such a thing."

Turning around, Fu Tianqing looked at the "senior sister" who had only half of her body exposed and her body was entangled in thorns, and held her chin with trembling teeth.

"I just saw that you even broke her neck, why is she still able to move, what the hell, a zombie?"

"I don't know, but thanks anyway."

"Hey, after all, the other party turned into the appearance of your favorite senior, so I can't let you do it—hehe, but I said Lao Hang, I didn't see it, you have something to do with our senior..."

A heavy abdominal blow hit Fu Tianqing's stomach, interrupting his banter.

Hang Yanling said in a low voice with a gloomy face: "No one is allowed to tell about this matter. If Xiao Qiuyu finds out, I will definitely castrate you before she kills me."

"Pfft, ahem... Fuck, I haven't said anything here yet, so just give me a punch, thanks to the fact that I helped you out just now."

Of course, Fu Tianqing knew well that even if he didn't make a move, this slow-moving fellow couldn't really do anything to Hang Yanling.

Rubbing her stomach helplessly, Fu Tianqing bent down and returned to the pit, looking at "Zhou Qinghe" who was still struggling in the pit

"But this guy really looks like it... and the disjointed neck and head are really scary. What is this, a zombie?"

"I don't know, but it doesn't look like a corpse. It has body temperature and heartbeat. It should be a living person..."

"A living person who can move with a broken neck?"

"So it's hard to say..."

Hang Yanling also walked to the pothole, and as Hang Yanling approached, the struggle of "Zhou Qinghe" became more intense.

The thorny thorns pierced her skin, and the bright red blood flowed out along the skin. As the struggle became more intense, more and more wounds appeared on her body, and the mud pit soon turned into a pool of blood .

"This person has hemophilia? This scratch doesn't bleed like this, does it?"

Fu Tianqing frowned to avoid the gushing blood, and took two steps back.

The body in the mud pit dried up rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, a large amount of blood poured out, soaking the ground, and the strong smell of rust spread, which made people frown and nausea.

Soon, the "Zhou Qinghe" senior quickly withered into a piece of skin covering the bones, with blood hanging on the sharp thorns of the thorns, and the mud pit was filled with blood, which floated the human skin.

"..."

Hang Yanling couldn't help frowning.

She has seen many things in the underworld, but this is the first time she has seen such a corpse.

puppet?Living corpse?

But no matter what it is, it is impossible to become like this after death...

"Fu Tianqing, do you think this corpse is not the same as the faceless corpse of the Styx sect you saw yesterday?"

"The excessive amount of bleeding definitely shows that the two people are similar, but you see, this person just suffered a little trauma and turned into blood. The one I met yesterday had his face peeled off and he is still alive. ah."

"...Could it be because yesterday's body was kept on ice to slow down the bleeding?"

"Hey, it's quite possible... In this way, the person who proposed to store the corpse on ice is most likely the mastermind behind the scenes?"

Fu Tianqing frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly his expression became a little ugly.

"But if you say that... Lao Hang, don't be angry... Although I don't know who made the ice cubes, according to common sense..."

"It must be the person who leads the team who makes up his mind. You want to say that the most likely person is Senior Sister Zhou Qinghe, right?"

Hang Yanling simply finished what Fu Tianqing hesitated to say.

"Um……"

Fu Tianqing didn't deny it, he scratched his head in embarrassment: "However, there are other possibilities, and it's not necessarily that the ice cubes are the key to the difference between the two, and even if it was really suggested by the senior sister to use ice cubes Preserving the corpse is also within the scope of normal hospital recovery operations. Don't be too embarrassed..."

"It's nothing to embarrass, I'm just curious what the purpose of senior sister doing this."

Hang Yanling did not appear as flustered as Fu Tianqing imagined, her dark golden eyes were shining, she calmly walked to the blood pool, and raised her right arm with the bloody flower tattoo.

The blood in the blood pool boiled up, as if someone had heated it under the pothole, the human skin and bones melted into the boiling blood, transpired into a thick blood mist, rushed towards Hang Yanling's body, and gradually gathered To that tiny tattoo on her right arm.

Fu Tianqing covered her mouth and nose, looked at the two dark golden lights shining brightly during the blood dance, feeling a little uneasy in her heart

He can probably guess that Hang Yanling is actually angry now.

Although I don't know why Hang Yanling likes that senior, but the person she likes has other plans for her, how can a normal person not be angry?

However, when faced with this anger, Hang Yanling naturally abandoned his emotions and entered the state of the Fu family.

This is what Hang Yanling once specially reminded. Although the blood of the Fu family can make people deal with complicated situations more smoothly, once they get used to this way of thinking, their sensibility as a human will be abandoned.

I entered this state in the face of the Fu family's constant reincarnation of despair...

What exactly did Hang Yanling experience in his previous life...

Seeing that Hang Yanling had absorbed the blood energy and jumped deep into the blood pit, the Yin spirit energy had corroded the thorns into decayed sawdust, and she rummaged on the ground for a while, picking up a small poisonous needle.

"found it."

After Hang Yanling found the poisonous needle, he stabbed the poisonous needle into his arm without any hesitation. The decisive Fu Tianqing didn't have time to react at all.

"Well……"