Chapter 642 Face

  The servant is walking forward, still holding tea in his hand.

  Who is she going to entertain at this time?

  Wen Churan hardly thought anything, and hurried to catch up, and then reached out and patted her shoulder.

"Excuse me…"

  The servant stopped and slowly turned her head. When her face was completely exposed to the light, Wen Churan's expression instantly became more frightened than seeing a ghost.

  In fact, she also felt that she had seen a ghost. After a long time dumbfounded, she screamed out of her mouth.

   "Little Ma?!"

  Yes, the servant in front of you is indeed the servant who has lost his memory in the Presidential Palace of Country V.

There is only one possibility for    to appear here. The little Ma in front of her is actually a beast of memory.

  But after another thought, I felt wrong again.

  If the memory beast eats some of the memory of the Crown Prince of Z, Angus, it should become Angus. How can it turn into Xiao Ma and continue to fulfill Xiao Ma's wish? !

  This order is completely out of order!

  Of course, at this urgent moment, Wen Churan has no time to delve into these questions.

She didn't immediately dismantle Yimon's disguise, but while holding on to Xiaoma's shoulder to prevent it from escaping, she stared at the tea in her hand and pretended to ask, "It's so late, there are guests in the presidential palace? "

  Reminiscence Beast seemed to recognize her, so he slammed the tea in his hand on the ground, and ran forward with his legs.

  With a stab sound, one of its sleeves was torn off by Wen Churan.

  Wen Churan had no time to throw it away, so he caught up with his sleeves.

  Although the Reminiscence Beast was in human form, it ran fast, and quickly stepped into a bedroom.

  Wen Churan followed and rushed in, but did not see the figure of Yimon, the empty bedroom, only silence spreading everywhere.

  Obviously watching it run in, how could it disappear out of thin air?

  The light was not turned on in the bedroom, Wen Churan touched the switch on the wall and pressed it a few times, but the chandelier above his head did not respond.

  It should have been the ghost of Yimon. She could only start searching in the bedroom with the moonlight outside the window, not even letting go of the corner.

  Even the whole person lay on the ground and stuffed his head under the bed.

  It’s just that, just as I stuffed it in, I bumped into something on the top of my head, which was hard and warm.

   Could it be that the memory beast is hiding here?

  Wen Churan was overjoyed, and his heart said, I finally caught you!

   hurriedly raised his head, but saw a face under the dark bed.

  The face was pale to blue, even a little distorted, staring at a pair of round eyes, but there were no dark pupils, only the whites of the eyes covered with blood, and the lips that appeared turned out were as red as blood.

  At this moment, the distance between Wen Churan and Wen Churan was so close that he could almost kiss him.

  Under the shining moonlight, that face seemed to open her blood basin and swallow her at any time.

  Fear, as if strangling Wen Churan's neck for an instant, causing her to scream uncontrollably.

  She hurriedly retracted her head, and crawled and hid in the corner, tightening her trembling body, even her teeth trembling.

  She is not afraid of ghosts, or that face...appears too suddenly and looks...too terrible.

  I don’t know how long it took before Wen Churan’s Seven Souls and Six Souls returned. She mustered up the courage, carefully lowered her head, and looked under the bed, ready to be frightened again.

  Unexpectedly, there was an empty piece under the bed, and the face that had just appeared had disappeared without a trace.

  (End of this chapter)