Ghost Breath/C6 Scarf
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C6 Scarf

Since it was rare for her to visit Shanghai, Ye Qing was very excited. He wandered around here and there, buying and selling things.

Sang Qing had just graduated from university. This was her first time traveling alone. She had come all the way from Sichuan because she loved the city of Shanghai.

Especially on the night in Shanghai, the lights were brilliant, the crowd was lively and filled with a sense of fashion, which made her intoxicated.

This was an atmosphere that her hometown did not have.

Even after ten in the evening, Sang didn't want to go back to the hotel. She had bought a pile of things and carried them in her hands, but she did not feel tired. She still wanted to hang out.

However, most of the stores were closed.

It was at this moment that a clothing store near the mouth of a catwalk on Key Bridge caught her attention.

The shop was beautifully decorated with crystal clear glass, layered windows, red, green and yellow floors, and the ceiling was hung with wind chimes.

When she walked into the store, a fat saleswoman smiled at her and asked what she wanted.

Ye Qing found that the costumes here were very popular, but nothing she particularly wanted.

The saleswoman also said that they had a very delicate exhibition hall, inside the clothing personality, you can see.

"Alright, let me take a look."

The female shop assistant opened the door and the two of them walked into the exhibition hall. When Ye Qing saw the scene in front of her, she was stunned.

There was only one word that could describe this less than twenty square meters exhibition hall: red!

Red cabinets, red coffee tables, red models, red wallpaper, red floors, and various types of red clothing.

Except for the windows, everything in the hall was red.

"How is it? Creative enough?" the saleswoman asked with a smile.

Ye Qing acknowledged and thought, "Indeed, although this room is scary at first glance, but if you look carefully, it's quite artistic."

"Why is it decorated like that?" Ye Qing asked.

"Oh, it's because of our Lady Boss. She really likes red. In order to remember her, the boss used red to decorate her room and the exhibition hall. "

"Remembering her? "Your Lady Boss …"

"Well, she died the year before last."

Ye Qing nodded. She finally understood the whole story, so she didn't ask too much.

Then, she started to look at the clothes, and realized that although they were all red, the quality of the various clothes inside were much better than the ones outside, especially the row of scarves hanging on the shelf.

"I'll take this one." Finally, Ye Qing chose a light red scarf. There was only this scarf. The red one wasn't that deep yet, and its design was long and slim. Its lines were simple and smooth, just right for her to like.

"Oh, this color is very light." The female shop assistant reminded him.

"Yes, it's too red. I'm afraid of being suppressed." Ye Qing smiled.

Exiting the shop, Sang Qing immediately put on the scarf she had just bought and strolled along the winter streets of Shanghai, feeling as if she had been reborn.

She really liked this scarf.

Back at the hotel, she even wanted to sleep with it.

Unfortunately, the next day, she felt some discomfort in her neck.

She didn't know why, but when she was wandering around outside, the wind made her neck tingle, as if there was a wound on it.

He wouldn't be tied up with a scarf, right?

Even Ye Qing herself found this conjecture hilarious.

At night, when she took off her scarf and looked in the mirror, she found a faint mark on her neck.

She did not understand why.

In addition, she also had a strange feeling that the color of the scarf had turned even redder.

The next day, Ye Qing went to a lot of places, such as the Bund, the city temple, the New World, Shanghai Museum, they were all famous attractions in Shanghai, until her legs were sore to the point that she could barely walk, only then did she return to the hotel.

After showering, she lay down and slept. She was so tired that she forgot to look in the mirror and did not realize that the marks on her neck were even more pronounced than yesterday.

That night, Ye Qing had a dream. In her dream, there was a long and thin serpent coiled around her neck, making her unable to breathe. It made her constantly suck blood from her neck.

Early in the morning, when the sky was still dark, Ye Qing was awoken by the nightmare. She instantly sat up and relaxed. When she realized that it was a dream, she finally let out a sigh of relief.

At this moment, she noticed something. The light red scarf was hanging around her neck.

Only now did she show the slightest bit of resistance towards the scarf. She hurriedly flung it away and even threw it far away.

She stared at the scarf for a long time, then guessed that she must have been sleeping at night, unconsciously putting the scarf on her neck, which was why she had had such a nightmare.

But then again, she wasn't sure if she'd left her scarf by the bed.

If not, could it be that the scarf had grown legs and climbed onto the bed by itself?

For this scarf, Sang Qing's resistance turned into fear.

Moreover, she clearly felt that her scarf had become a little redder, even redder than yesterday.

There must be something strange about this scarf!

With this thought in mind, she immediately returned to the clothing store, wanting to take back her scarf.

"Is there a problem with the scarf?" The one receiving her was still that fat female shop assistant.

"I don't have a problem with that. Since I don't want it anymore, can I back out now?" Before she came, Ye Qing had already made up her mind. If she couldn't retreat, then she might as well throw the scarf away.

After all, it's not a question of quality, it's not that easy to return the goods.

It was hard for her to describe to the salesgirl how strange she felt about the scarf.

"Sure, it's fine." Who would have thought that the female shop assistant would agree so readily. She still had a smiling expression on her face.

At this moment, an old man with sparse hair walked out from the inner room and looked at Ye Qing.

"What is it?" he asked the girl.

"This young miss wants to return the goods."

"Mm, let's go. However, there are some things that are not easy to return for. " With that, the old man went back inside.

"Who is he and what does he mean?" Ye Qing was confused.

"Oh, he's our boss. Ignore him, I'll return the goods to you."

After the return was successful, Ye Qing finally let out a sigh of relief.

The scarf cast some shadow over her, and she decided never to wear it again.

When she got back to the hotel, she was immediately filled with joy at the fading marks on her neck.

She was flying home tomorrow. It was her last night in Shanghai.

At night, she slept soundly and soundly. He thought that he would sleep until daybreak, but who knew that he would be suddenly awoken by some activity.

She suddenly sat up and subconsciously looked at the time. It was only 3 in the morning.

Cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She didn't know why, but she felt that there was something in the room.

In an instant, she saw a flash of red at the foot of the bed.

A snake!

It felt like a snake, long and thin.

Coincidentally, she also had a snake in her dream last night.

Sou sou sou … "Sou, sou, sou, sou …"

Slowly, sounds started coming out from the room. Ye Qing was even more scared now. Her scalp was numb, and she didn't even dare to move.

She could already see a dark figure hiding by the bed, waiting for an opportunity to act.

Sure enough, a suffocating feeling immediately came over her. Her neck was pulled by the force, and her upper body quickly fell backwards.

The unknown object on her neck immediately tightened, causing her face to turn completely red.

She tried to scream, but no sound came out.

Tears kept pouring out.

She could already see the mirror in the cupboard in front of her. In the mirror, a blood-colored scarf was wrapped around her neck.

It was like a snake, twisting and swaying.

Very quickly, Ye Qing's body turned stiff, and her face became devoid of any color.

The next day, the scarf was once again hung in the small hall of the clothing store.

The boss was stroking it.

Now it was completely red.

Oh no!

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