In her sleep, the pink bride feels getting colder and colder.

Gradually, she always felt that something was wrapped around her neck and it became very difficult to breathe.

The long black hair was like a stream of ink, spreading and rising little by little, and soon filled the whole boudoir.

The slender and tough hair strands are as smart as a snake, leaning into the tent, wrapping around the pink bride’s neck one after another, and then tightening more and more...

The pink bride's eyes closed tightly, and her ruddy complexion gradually turned to pale green, with a calm expression revealing a struggling expression.

She wanted to wake up, but if her eyelids were heavy, she couldn't open her eyes anyway.

Soon, her breath began to weaken.

Suddenly, a bloodstain suddenly appeared on the eyebrows of the pink bride, and immediately, a **** eye full of resentment, coldness, and anger suddenly opened!

At the same time, all the strands of hair wrapped around the pink bride's neck broke instantly.

The slender body suddenly sat up, and the pink bride opened her eyes, but she was already awake, but at the same moment, the blood-colored pupils in the center of the eyebrows were forcibly erased by the power in the dark.

The pink bride's complexion changed suddenly, without any hesitation, she immediately turned over and got out of bed, but before she waited for her feet to fall on the ground, a maid leaned her head from the side, her figure was familiar, she was wearing a flat-up bun, and she wore a pair of eyes on her face. A smooth mask.

The pink bride was shocked. This was the maid serving her, but she had already killed the other party?

Without waiting for her to think carefully, the next moment, the maid lifted up her sleeves and stretched out a pair of plain white slender but icy catkins, and instantly pinched the pink bride's throat!

The intense feeling of suffocation was like a raging tide, and instantly flooded the pink bride. She struggled, but the maid’s hands, like iron hoops made by Wanzai Xuanbing, firmly controlled her, making her unable to resist.

Struggling hard to no avail, the pink bride suddenly thought of something, grabbed the maid’s mask, and suddenly took it off!

When the mask fell, a delicate face was immediately revealed, with big eyebrows bent and bangs scattered on the front of the forehead. The eyebrows were accustomed to being naturally obedient. The next moment, all the movements of the maid suddenly froze, and the body began to rot rapidly.

The body that was originally white and youthful turned into a highly decomposed female corpse in a moment, ulcerated everywhere, and yellow pus flowing arbitrarily.

The pink bride hurriedly broke away from each other, got out of bed immediately, and immediately ran out without having time to change the dress.

"Tread, step, step..."

The hem of the gorgeous skirt was constantly flipping, and the pink bride quickly circumvented the screen and ran to the door, but when she pulled it hard, the door remained motionless, still closed, unable to open at all.

At this time, the maid in front of the bed slowly turned around. With this action, the pus water flowed more intensely all over her, an eyeball rolled from her eye socket, splashing fishy blood on the ground.

The maid yelled quietly, "Miss, where are you?"

Before she finished her words, she took a step towards the pink bride, raised her sleeves again, and stretched out a pair of slender hands, but at this moment, these hands were intertwined with blue and black, blood flowed, and rotten improperly, and the flesh fell from time to time. Going down, "Patter" and "Patter" filled the passing place.

In the boudoir, the cold air quickly permeated, and the whole embroidered building resembled an ice cellar.

The rotten smell is as strong as substance, which is disgusting.

Although the boudoir is relatively spacious compared to the residence of ordinary girls, it has limited space and it is difficult to hide.

Seeing the maid approaching, the pink bride frowned slightly, clutching the door's hand, and struggling a little bit, desperately trying to open the door.

But no matter how hard she used, how she punched and kicked, the seemingly intricate door in front of her was as heavy as a mountain, even if she tried her best, she couldn't shake it.

This does not seem to be an unlocked door, but an immovable mountain!

"Miss, you are here!"

The voice of the maid had already sounded behind her, and the cold breath was like a violent cold wave, whizzing towards the pink bride, almost instantly overwhelming it.

The rotten fishy claws protruded little by little, as if they were about to jam the pink bride's neck again.

At the critical moment, there was a flash of inspiration in the pink bride's mind, she suddenly picked up the mask she had just snatched, and put it on her face!

Suddenly, a strong coldness spread all over her body, and the pink bride couldn't help shivering, feeling that the front was suddenly dimmed, and everything in her eyes was gray, dim and dim, unlike the world.

Immediately, she pulled the door forcefully again, but this time she did not encounter any obstacles, and the door was opened very lightly.

The pink bride fled outside without any hesitation.

The voice of the maid came from behind: "Miss, don't run..."

"Miss, where are you?"

"Miss……"

The night is drooping, the stars and the moon are dull, and the gloomy mansion, with heavy eaves and Zhuzhu, row upon row, quiet as death.

"Tread...Tread...Tread..."

The maid strode and chased out of the room, "Pata", "Pata"... As she walked, the rotten pieces of meat fell little by little, covering the places she passed by.

The luxurious and huge house looks like a silent beast in the night, watching this scene calmly.

...

at the same time.

In the bedroom of "Master Zheng".

"Squeak."

The door was suddenly pushed open.

"Master, master..."

The maid's gentle and sweet voice came in gently.

Pei Ling woke up suddenly, and immediately did not hesitate to say: "What's the matter?"

As soon as the voice fell, I saw a familiar figure turning the screen. The indigo skirt was like yesterday, with a mask made of iron on his face, walking in lightly, and she was holding it cautiously in her hand. Only five-petal sunflower mouth pasted with gold foil sea bowl.

In the sea bowl, the ink was heavy and warm.

The maid said softly, "Master, the maid has brought you medicine."

"This serves you while it's hot."

Pei Ling climbed up and sat up hard, and soon discovered that his body was still weak, but perhaps because of eating and sleeping, his strength had recovered a lot. It seemed that he had been sleeping for a long time just now.

Thinking of this, he asked: "What time is it?"

The maid said softly: "If you return to the young master, it's unitary time now."

While talking, she put the medicine on the table, walked to the bed, and helped Pei Ling to get up.

With the help of the maid, Pei Ling got up and saved a lot of effort. Seeing the maid, she then had to take medicine to feed herself. He immediately said: "The medicine will be drunk later, I have something to ask you."

The maid said respectfully immediately: "Yes, Master."

Seeing that she was very cooperative, Pei Ling nodded slightly. It seemed that as long as she didn't fall asleep in front of the other person, this person would still listen to her own young master very much.

Thinking of this, he immediately asked: "Do you know the Faceless Immortal?"

"Faceless Great Immortal?" The maid's tone was obviously hesitant, "It seems...I have heard...but I can't remember..."