Xiao Ming fell to the ground, looking miserable, with tears and mist in the corners of his eyes. He looked pitiful as he huddled into a ball, trying hard to squeeze into a corner.
Sister Hong stood opposite him, looking at the boy with amusement. She had a long, thin cigarette in her mouth. She was holding the cigarette between her fingertips and slowly blowing out a smoke ring. She asked him, "Why, are you allergic to cigarettes?"
As he spoke, he took another step forward, leaned forward slightly, and exhaled smoke rings that floated down and landed on the boy's face.
Xiao Ming whimpered even more pitifully, trying to shrink his body into the corner. Just at this time, A Jian and Lao Wang came. They took a casual look and saw Xiao Ming who had just cried for help, but other than that, there was no strange incident, and there was no horrible scene as imagined. They looked at Xiao Ming in confusion.
Xiao Ming seemed to have seen a savior. He staggered to his feet from the ground and tried desperately to hide behind Lao Wang and the others.
A very weak, intermittent, trembling voice came out of his mouth: "Ghost, ghost..."
His eyes were looking at the beautiful woman in front of him.
Ah Jian frowned slightly and took a closer look at Sister Hong, whom Xiao Ming pointed at, but he didn't notice anything unusual. Sister Hong, on the other hand, took another puff of her cigarette out of boredom, looking bored.
He thought Xiao Ming had seen something extraordinary, so he turned around and asked him, "What's wrong? What did you see?"
Ah Jian's figure was so cold that the cowardly boy almost cried under such harsh pressure, but he still steadied himself and explained in a low voice: "Last night, I heard women quarreling outside. I secretly opened the door and saw her... She jumped down."
Among these players, there were only two women. One was a little girl in her early twelfth or thirteen years old, not even an adult. The only woman who matched the size and age that the boy saw that night was Sister Hong.
He thought that when he woke up the next day, he would receive news of Sister Hong's death, but he didn't expect to run into her in person. He thought it was a ghost.
Sister Hong also understood what was said at this time and was a little speechless: "Do you think that was me? I slept well last night and didn't come out."
Ah Jian was even more speechless: "You even opened the door and took a look... You are so brave."
Xiao Ming didn't dare to speak.
Lao Wang guessed that he might have thought that he was the only one who heard what happened last night, so he reacted so strongly, fearing that others might not know that something had happened to "Sister Hong". So he explained: "Not only did you hear it, we all heard it."
"What are you thinking, little brother." Sister Hong took another deep puff of cigarette, her red lips opened and closed, and she said with a smile, "If I were a ghost, I would eat you who discovered my identity first." Her red lips raised slightly, and she walked around and blew a puff of light smoke at Xiao Ming, choking him so much that his eyes turned red, and he hid back in fear and horror.
Sister Hong was in a bad mood at this time, and was about to scare him again, but she suddenly glanced back and stopped teasing the child. Instead, she put out the cigarette in her hand and threw it into the ashtray next to her.
Yuan Yuxue came over.
His outfit was similar to yesterday, still a soft cotton white shirt, paired with black tights, which was very flattering, and set off his thin waist and long legs, very beautiful and clean. It was not that Yuan Yuxue did not change clothes - he checked yesterday, and the wardrobe was full of similar clothes, maybe this was a special arrangement of the dungeon. Fortunately, Yuan Yuxue did not have any requirements for clothing, even if every piece was the same, she would wear it without any mistakes, and she would not be too picky.