C8 Don't Die I'm Afraid of Ghosts

When Qian Sang Sang regained consciousness, he didn't react for a while. The dusky environment made her feel as if she was dreaming. Qian Sansa found out that there was a person lying on top of him. He struggled to pull the person away from his body. The person who had been knocked aside let out a painful groan, but didn't make a sound again.

This was a corridor that could fit five people side by side. The walls on both sides of the corridor were inlaid with pearls that emitted a sparkling light. Thus, the area of view wasn't very wide. This made Qian Sang Sang feel that something was always going to come out of the darkness in the distance.

She could not help but shrink back against the wall. When she bumped into Wenren Wu-shuang, she was shocked to realize that there was such a person among them.

Qian Sang Sang reached out his hand to check the breath of someone who was breathing. Luckily, he was still alive. Borrowing the faint light emitted by the Night Pearls, she began to carefully examine them. It was him. Qian Sang Sang's impression of this man that he had met three times was well hidden.

However, this man's brows were knitted tightly, and there were traces of blood on his left arm. Qian Sansa rolled up his sleeves carefully. The man suddenly twitched. His tightly shut eyes slowly opened as he looked at the woman beside him.

Qian Sang Sang was still holding onto someone else's sleeve as he awkwardly said, "Hey …"

Baili Wenren also realized that something was wrong with his left arm. He used his right hand to support his body as he gently pulled away the corner of Qian Sang Sang's clothes and took off his outer robe.

Qian Sang Sang saw that it was a bit difficult for him to tear the cloth with one hand, so he reached out to tear off a piece of cloth from his skirt. "Here."

Wenren Chuchu stared at the strip of cloth in front of him for a moment. Then, he stretched his hand out and took it. Then, he rolled up his left sleeve and placed it on his shoulder. Qian Sansa cried out in alarm. Wenren Wu-Shuang's left arm was obviously broken. Her arm was twisted in an abnormal way, and there was even a broken bone on the joint that exposed her skin.

The arm that Wenren Chuchu cut off was not his own. Instead, he was holding onto his left arm with a piece of cloth. Qian Sansa felt the pain as he watched. He tore a few pieces of cloth from the corner of his skirt and wrapped them in bandages. Finally, he used the outer robe that Wenren Wu-Shuang had taken off to support his arms and neck.

Wenren Wu-Shuang did not reject his kind intentions, as this was the best choice she could make. When he was done, Qian Sang Sang retreated back to the wall and shrank back. The silence spread between the two. Using his right hand to support himself against the wall, Baili Wenren slowly got up, crossing the Qian Sang Sang and walking towards the end of the corridor.

Qian Sang Sang hesitated for a moment. He then stood up and asked in a low voice, "Where are you going?"

Wenren Chuchu stopped in her tracks and lowered her head to look at Le Su. "What kind of tricks are you playing now?"

Qian Sang Sang felt a little guilty, so he shrunk back while avoiding people's eyes. Wenren Chuchu was even more confused. This princess had always been a domineering person. When had she ever been so timid?

However, it was better to find the exit now. Wenren Wu-Shuang suppressed the doubts in her heart as she turned around and continued walking along the wall.

Qian Sang Sang wanted to follow but was afraid that others would discover that he wasn't Princess Le Su. While he was hesitating, Wenren Chuchu's figure had already disappeared from his field of vision.

"Wait for me."

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the two of them had finally reached the end of the corridor. However, Wenren Wu-Shuang, who was walking in front, suddenly somersaulted and slowly slid down to the side, leaning against a wall.

Qian Sang Sang who was following behind her saw the situation and hurriedly went forward to support the man. He then noticed that the man's face was completely red. She quickly touched his forehead and said, "You're having a fever."

Wenren Wu-Shuang's entire body was a little dazed. He was injured in front of him, and he had lost a lot of blood. He had to persevere on this path in order to get there. Qian Sang Sang also went crazy. She had no medicine, but she had no way to help people cool down.

Seeing that the man's gaze had already started to become out of focus, his eyelids also started to droop. Qian Sansa was even more anxious. She kept patting Wenren Wu-Shuang's face, "Hey, don't go to sleep. You won't be able to wake up now. Wake up." In the end, even the sound of crying could be heard, "Don't sleep, you really will die if you sleep. I'm afraid of ghosts, don't die."

What nonsense was this? Wenren Wu-shuang was unable to contain herself. She tried her best to keep her eyes open, but her vision was still blurry. However, she was still able to see the anxious expression on the woman's face.

Wenren Chuchu thought that this princess was less disgusting when she wasn't so domineering. However, before he could get a clear look, the person in front of him, Le Su, went soft to the ground without any warning. Before Wenren Chuchu could even react, Le Su, who was on the ground, suddenly made a move.

Lesa shook his head and lifted his gaze to meet that of Wenren Wu-Shuang. The other party was clearly in a bad state. It seemed that his left arm was broken.

She stood up and looked down at Wenren Wu-shuang, who was leaning against the wall, completely unguarded. She lifted her leg and slowly and heavily stepped on Baili Wenren's left arm.

Baili Wenren let out a stuffy groan. The bone-piercing pain instantly cleared his mind, and he turned his gaze towards Le Su. That savage face was filled with smiles.

Lesa did not hear the scream she imagined, which made her feel indignant. She stepped on the left arm of the person and stomped on it, "Wenren Wu-Shuang, I said that you will eventually be one of my people."

After she finished speaking, she withdrew her foot, squatted down, and started talking. She stretched out her hand to wipe the cold sweat from the pain and said gently with a face full of pity, "I love you so much, did you feel it?"

Baili Wenren wanted to shake off the hand on his face, but he could not muster up any strength. Lesa's hand slowly moved along the man's forehead and slid down his cheek, saying in a daze, "I really love you. I can't wait to be with you at all times, to be able to fuse your flesh and blood."

Her tone of voice was lingering, as if she was whispering emotionally. The hand caressing the face suddenly curled two fingers, and ruthlessly dug towards Baili Wenren's eye sockets.

"Ah--!" In the end, Wenren Wu-Shuang could not stand up to the pain of being gouged out of his eyes, and she screamed out miserably.

The next moment, her face suddenly turned cold, and her fingers tore at the empty eye sockets of Wenren Wu-Shuang, "Don't be afraid, you'll soon be together with me."

With that, he raised his head and swallowed the other eye, blood dripping down her red lips. She stuck out her tongue and licked it. The expression on her face became increasingly crazed.

She grabbed the dead Wenren Wu-shuang and buried her head in his shoulder. She said in an intimate tone, "Do you love me?"

Wenren Wu-Shuang, who had already fainted for a hundred miles, was naturally unable to reply. She kept repeating the same words over and over, and the smile on her face became more and more pronounced with each time she asked the question.

However, there were always people who didn't understand what was going on. Le Su got up from Wenren Wu-Shuang's body and smiled charmingly as he saw Ziyang, who had come over with a torch. "Are you here to attend my wedding?"

Zi Yue took a big step forward and slapped Le Su's face, her whole body was filled with anger as she said, "Yuan Su's son Sang, you did it before."

Lesa was slapped so hard that his head tilted to the side. He was neither angry nor noisy, only smirking. When Zi Guo saw this, she hatefully said, "You're hopeless." With that, he walked to Zi Yang's side. "How was it?"

Zi Yang shook his head, the scent of Baili Wenren Wu-Shuang in his arms could no longer be smelled. The two brothers looked at each other. Zi suit stood up and pulled at the still giggling Le Su. Zi Yang took out a dagger from his bosom and quickly slashed at her wrist.

Le Su stopped laughing, tilted his head and looked at Zi Yangzi, "He will hate you."

With a cold expression, she pulled her wrist over Wenren Chuchu's mouth. Blood dripped down her wrist and dripped into her mouth. Not long after that, the wound on Lesa's wrist healed. Zi Yang raised his dagger and slashed again several times, and Wenren Chuchu's breath calmed down.

Only then did Zi Yi let go of Yue Su's hand. Both Zi Yang and Yue Wenren walked out together. Yue Su followed behind with a mocking expression on her face as she said word by word, "I really look forward to seeing him wake up."

"Do you really think that no one in this world can kill you?"

Lesa strode past the three of them, leaving behind the words, "I wish I could."