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

Looking at himself in the mirror, Zhou Qinghe's expression became irritable and gloomy.

"I thought you could turn your backs and go to please Hang Yanling from Lianhua Palace—such a good opportunity is in front of you, but you are indecisive and care about worldly etiquette."

"How many times have I told you since I was a child that our Zhou family doesn't need dignity, and we don't need to care about other people's opinions - if we want to survive, we can only climb up."

"You let me down over and over again."

"All you have left is this skin, which is worth a lot... You might as well think about how to make a difference for our Zhou family after thinking about those useless medical books all day long."

"It's useless!"

Snapped.

Zhou Qinghe raised her hand suddenly, and she herself tried to turn her head away in fear.

But the slap still sounded in the room.

"That day, the 'body' I gave you was thrown down the mountain by you, so I have no body to use now... Otherwise, I would have killed that brat in Anxian Mountain long ago, and the marriage would have been possible long ago."

"Why are you so stupid? Why can't you be useful!!"

"You don't have much time left, so you can't play a role for the Zhou family before you die?"

"You grew up with the favor of the Zhou family, but you don't have the slightest thought in your heart to repay the kindness of your upbringing? You eat a white-eyed wolf!"

Words of reprimand came out of Zhou Qinghe's mouth one after another, the candle was flickered by her breath, and her shadow kept shaking in the room.

Finally, the speaking voice paused.

"What's going on... Those people from Linlang Academy are moving that body..."

"No, I have to go and see. You stay here tonight, and you are not allowed to go there!"

Zhou Qinghe suddenly closed her mouth, her body stiffened for a while, and then she collapsed on the chair.

A low sobbing sounded in the room.

Zhou Qinghe finally regained the right to "cry".

The face in the mirror was distorted by crying, she covered her face, suppressed her voice, and sobbed softly.

It was as if he was afraid of making others angry, so he only dared to whine in the lowest voice secretly...

Tears flowed down the crevices of the palms and face.

Zhou Qinghe stopped crying and wiped away his tears with his sleeve.

She grabbed the clothes on her right shoulder, took them off gently, and then raised her head to look at the mirror.

On the white skin of the right shoulder, there is a black tattoo that is twisted and ferocious like a spider.

She slowly took off her hospital gown and raised her arms.

The tattoo on her shoulder is like a poisonous weed parasitic on her body, and its root system keeps spreading towards the heart on the left side.

The dark lines on the skin are dirty and eye-catching, and what she usually hides under the thick clothes is such an ugly thing.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Zhou Qinghe suddenly smiled.

The room behind him was pitch black, and only his own figure was reflected in the mirror.

There are shallow scars on the slender neck, which are "teachings" left after several failed suicide attempts.

Fingers gently caressed his neck, and a strong sense of rejection came from his right arm.

She knew that at this moment, she couldn't even strangle her neck.

She could only sit here like a rag doll at the mercy of others, staring blankly at the mirror.

When she went out, she was a popular and gentle senior.

Although such a disguise was exhausting, at least it made her feel happy.

After entering the door, the mirror is the real self.

But she didn't know what she should look like in the mirror.

Forget it.

Today, let's go like this.

Like countless times when I was a child, I went back to the room after being beaten, looked in the mirror, and prepared to smile for tomorrow.

Smile, smile, smile, and everything will pass.

Facing the mirror, Zhou Qinghe smiled slowly.

suddenly.

Her eyes moved.

The focus of sight shifted from his face in the mirror to the darkness beside him.

Because she looked in the mirror so many times that she felt sick when she saw her face, so she knew very well what the picture in the mirror should look like.

Even if there is only one candle burning in the room.

Behind her, the shadows of the bed and wardrobe behind her should also be vaguely reflected.

Why, except for myself in the mirror, everything around is black?

Is the candle damp?

Zhou Qinghe slowly came back to his senses and looked behind him.

The room was pitch black, and the darkness was not completely still, but flowing slowly.

It's like a stream of water, it's like a thick fog, it's so dark, you can't see anything...

She turned sharply back to look in the mirror.

In the mirror besides himself, there was also a dark figure standing beside him.

"Who……"

Her hoarse voice was unable to shout loudly, Zhou Qinghe tremblingly asked in the mirror: "Who are you..."

The black shadow moved, and seemed to take two steps forward, shortening the distance with Zhou Qinghe.

It made a sound, a sigh.

"Compared with what you see with your own eyes, you actually believe the truth in the mirror more."

The black shadow continued to move forward, and the surrounding darkness also scattered and flowed, revealing the true face of the black shadow.

The long gray hair fell like a waterfall as the hood was taken off.

His dark golden eyes lit up in the darkness.

Candlelight illuminates its face.

Seeing the shadow in the mirror, Zhou Qinghe turned around slowly, raised his head, and looked at the person standing behind him.

She didn't speak, but her face became paler.

"You are... this appearance, are you... Yanling junior?"

"Ah."

"What's wrong with your hair and eyes?"

"In order to recover as soon as possible, I swallowed something, and it seems that some of the Yin Qi in the spiritual source has been released."

As a doctor, Zhou Qinghe instinctively felt the danger and ominousness of this black shadow who called himself Hang Yanling.

The black mist that covered its body like a coir raincoat exuded the aura of death.

Hang Yanling?

Is she the wicked girl I saw that day, Hang Yanling?

Zhou Qinghe didn't dare to move, she looked up at Hang Yanling steadfastly, until the cold corpse-like hand touched her right shoulder, Zhou Qinghe dodged like an electric shock, and subconsciously covered her shoulder with her left hand: "Don't , don't look at me...my appearance is ugly..."

The gray-haired black shadow slowly withdrew his hand, staring at Zhou Qinghe with dark golden eyes, and smiled slowly: "Don't worry, then don't look at it."

Intonation, voice, demeanor, everything was far from the Hang Yanling that Zhou Qinghe knew.

There was an aura about her, which was what Zhou Qinghe had been looking for all along—the relief called "death".

"I was just talking to myself just now, so I didn't scare you."

Faced with the smell of death, Zhou Qinghe subconsciously showed a smile that she had just prepared, which almost became her self-protection mechanism, a law of survival for the weak.

"will not."

"Hang Yanling" shook his head.

"Zhou Zhuyi's methods of manipulating Yin Lingqi are still superficial, but even so—I'm still a little surprised to think of this kind of supporting method."

Cold fingers gently pressed Zhou Qinghe's collarbone, Hang Yanling's fingertips pierced Zhou Qinghe's skin, and bright red blood flowed down.

"Using yin and aura as the ink and carrier, inject consciousness into other people's skin to form tattoos. This is similar to the principle of embedding the soul in a ring. It is basically sending your own consciousness into the carrier-I really don't think Zhou Zhuyi can come up with it." This way."

"Sister Yanling, how do you know..."

Hearing this "Hang Yanling" call out his father's name, Zhou Qinghe's fake smile froze on his face.

The opponent's finger is less than half an inch away from his own neck, and he can lift it lightly at any time to erase his life.

This "Hangyan Ling" exuding a dead air is both dangerous and full of temptation.

The heart began to jump for joy after a long absence, and Zhou Qinghe's brain got rid of the fear and began to function.

She didn't care why this Hang Yanling knew of her father's existence, she just wanted to use this girl's hand to help herself achieve liberation.

"Human life is the most important thing, and there is a thousand pieces of gold."

A slow voice sounded, Hang Yanling bent down, and asked softly to the senior sister who smiled unconsciously: "This is what I learned from you, but what are you thinking now? I guess, you want to find Opportunity to piss me off and let me take your life, right?"

"Sister Yanling, if you have the heart, can you help me..."

"can."

Hang Yanling smiled slightly, she gently withdrew her hand, raised her finger, and the yin aura on the black coir raincoat gathered towards her fingertips.

Seeing this, Zhou Qinghe closed his eyes happily.

Her heart was beating thumping, and she was happier than ever.

But Hang Yanling asked her a word: "By the way - senior sister, after killing you, I will be very sad..."

"Sorry... junior girl."

"It's okay. It's just that I have one condition. I hope you can appoint a candidate before you die."

Hang Yanling said slowly: "I will take you to the person you chose, kill that person in front of your face, and then help you to escape."

This condition made Zhou Qinghe stunned for a moment. She opened her eyes and asked doubtfully, "What does this mean?"

"I have no other intentions, the condition is just that."

Hang Yanling slowly grasped the Yin Lingqi, and said with an indifferent expression: "Anyone is fine, just choose someone, it can be your fiancé An Xianshan, it can be a patient who is dying, it can be your own Zhou Qingying, who was not killed, could be your father who lives far away in his hometown, someone you hate, or a passer-by with the same name that you don’t know at all... choose someone.”

"Why? What's the point of doing this."

"It doesn't make sense because I want to."

Hang Yanling said faintly: "Since you asked me to bear the price of killing you, I will also ask you to bear the same price, that's all."

"I did it voluntarily, you don't have to feel guilty...can you just treat it as helping me? I beg you...help me..."

"Okay, if you want to die that much, you can choose someone to be buried with."

"Then... I choose Ann..."

When the words came to her mouth, Zhou Qinghe bit her tongue violently. She covered her mouth and shook her head. Her expression was first stunned, then disgusted, and finally turned into pleading: "Wait, don't let me choose... how about this?" , tell me if you have someone you hate more, and I'll help you choose..."

"You know, I don't like An Xianshan very much. Since you subconsciously chose him just now, then go."

"Wait—no, don't."

Zhou Qinghe dodged Hang Yanling's hand stretched out to her in a panic.

She showed a crying face mournfully: "Please, just kill me, okay?"

"I said, this is my revenge. You asked me to kill you. I can't bear to see you suffer, and I am willing to help you get rid of it—but you have to share my guilt, which is only fair."

"you you……"