"So that's it—" He smiled bitterly, his tone a little helpless. But thinking that there is someone silently protecting her makes her feel relieved.
In fact, he is such a person, he likes her, likes to accompany her silently, and likes to see her happy.
This may be the most important thing to her, but if someone appears who can protect her better than him, it may be a happy thing for him.
"But why didn't he show up?" Luo Qingchen pursed her lips and murmured with trembling eyes: "Isn't fifty percent favorability enough to make him show up?"
"What...favorability?"
"It's nothing." Luo Qingchen shook her head and said, "I have a way to make him appear."
That night, Luo Qingchen made full preparations and planned to force Mo Ye to show up.
At midnight, Yizhuang.
For the underworld, the yin energy is the heaviest at night. And Yizhuang is a place where ghosts and undead gather for many years.
Feng Linger will definitely live here.
She brought three candles, one on the southeast side, and the remaining one was in her hand.
There is a folk legend that when people light candles, ghosts blow out lamps.
As long as the candle goes out, it proves that there are ghosts around.
Who was Mo Ye? He stayed by her side for so long and protected her safety without letting her know.
That proves that only by being deep in the most dangerous place can we make him appear.
Yizhuang.
It's dark all around, it's cold and damp all year round, and the air is filled with a foul smell.
It seems that you can still hear the sound of dripping water all around, sometimes far and sometimes near, sometimes near and sometimes far away.
The candle in her hand could only illuminate a weak candlelight. Every time she took a step inside, the candlelight seemed to dim a little.
Until now, in the center of Yizhuang, a gust of wind blew by, and the two candles placed on the ground were quickly extinguished.
There was only a weak light in her hand that could barely hold on.
The candle fire made a "pop, pop, pop, pop" sound, and there were bursts of clear wailing sounds.
She looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a black mass of flesh and blood next to the coffin not far away.
Luo Qingchen narrowed his eyes, the exquisite ring on the ring finger of his right hand waiting to be summoned at any time.
She wanted Mo Ye to show up, but that didn't mean she would make fun of her own life.
The male protagonist hasn't succeeded in the strategy yet, how could she die!
She half-squinted her eyes, looking at the extremely ugly Feng Ling'er and said, "Looking at it this way, you look better as a human being, but the worst part is... so ugly -"
"Shut up—" The terrifying figure not far away trembled, and shouted in an ethereal and desolate voice: "You have no right to talk to me like this."
She looked even more terrifying when she was angry. The two beads fell halfway, and dark red blood flowed out of her mouth drop by drop.
"Oh? I'm a human, you're just a homeless ghost." Luo Qingchen shrugged and challenged: "You couldn't defeat me when you were a human, let alone a ghost now."
"Ah-" she looked up to the sky and screamed: "It's you, it's you, it's you who killed me!"
She died, and it was so painful. The kind of feeling of watching every inch of your body being bullied and melted into blood.
She wanted to call for help, but she couldn't speak. She couldn't stand up and could only crawl step by step.
The climb was slow, but the blood flowed quickly.
She was in pain, and this kind of death was the greatest torture in the world.
Therefore, at the moment of death, her soul was filled with resentment and turned into a ghost.
In her opinion, the person who killed her must be Luo Qingchen, and it couldn't be anyone else! (To be continued)