Bai Weiwei bit her lip and looked at Ji Yongchuan, the panic in her eyes had not faded.
In the empty room, only the candles were still burning, and the talisman paper was abandoned all over the place.
He was so tall that he covered all the light, and a huge shadow shrouded the pitiful her.
Bai Weiwei had no choice but to stare at him pitifully with frightened eyes open.
"Did I scare you?" Ji Yongchuan's gloomy and indifferent face suddenly revealed a somewhat stiff and gentle smile.
Bai Weiwei felt that she was under the pressure of his ghost.
Some suffocation.
She said, "little brother?"
Ji Yongchuan's smile finally softened, he bent over, reached out to touch her, and looked at the wound on her neck.
But there was a flash of panic in her eyes, grabbed a handful of talisman paper on the ground in her hand, and threw it at him.
The remaining power of the spell smeared Ji Yongchuan's face.
His body stiffened violently.
Bai Weiwei took the opportunity to roll and crawl on the ground, stood up very quickly and embarrassedly, and ran towards the door.
She had just run to the door, which was ajar, not waiting for her to reach for it.
The door suddenly closed without wind, and with a click, it automatically locked.
As soon as she stopped, her fingers quickly went to open the door, but the lock could not be opened, the whole door seemed to be tightly sealed.
Her face finally turned pale, and her face became even more frightened.
Behind him, the cold breath slowly approached.
Bai Weiwei's hands and feet softened, and she didn't dare to move.
A cool hand slowly rested on her shoulder.
Behind him, Ji Yongchuan's voice was low and soft, "Where are you going? Didn't you say that you like little brother the most?"
Bai Weiwei was frozen by the ghost's anger, her hands and feet were cold, and her voice was trembling, "You are the ghost king? You lied to me from beginning to end."
Ji Yongchuan didn't answer, the long silence was suffocating.
Bai Weiwei felt that the temperature at home was getting lower and lower.
His hand slowly touched her neck from her shoulder, and there was a scar from the chain on the neck.
She kept trembling, as if frightened, her fingers pulled the lock again, trying to open the door.
Standing behind her, Ji Yongchuan, a ferocious cold emotion flashed in his red pupils.
His hand suddenly became stronger and grabbed her neck, wishing to immediately break her neck.
Bai Weiwei didn't dare to move, she resisted and stretched out her hand, grabbing his fingers, trying to get air.
The next second, her waist was also hugged by the man behind her.
He used this imprisoned and terrifying posture, so that she could not struggle.
Because Bai Weiwei struggled, the neckline of her skirt slipped under her shoulders.
A black circular print appeared, full of evil spirits.
This is the mark of the sacrifice of the ghost king.
When Ji Yongchuan saw this mark, he thought of business, he still needed her, and volunteered to sacrifice a month later.
But the identity has been revealed.
Unless Bai Weiwei is a fool, how can you believe him
Ji Yongchuan could still feel her trembling with fear in his arms.
The smirk on the corner of his mouth became obvious, "Didn't you keep saying that you want to support me? Why do you run faster than anyone else when you hear that I'm a ghost king, little liar."
After speaking, he angrily loosened his grip on his neck.
Then push her to the floor.
Bai Weiwei exclaimed in pain, she didn't even have room to struggle, she was pressed down by Ji Yongchuan.
She was flustered, and her innocent and clear eyes were full of bewilderment.
There were still tears in the corners of her eyes, which were the tears she cried just now and yelled at Bai Wen not to kill him.
Ji Yongchuan didn't know what to do, but suddenly lowered his head and kissed the corner of her eye lightly.