"Don't cry first, tell me what happened!" She said with a frown, thinking to herself: If she didn't want to figure out the ghost in her mind and the current situation, she would have left long ago and would not have sat here listening to her crying and screaming.
The voice in her head paused, and then sobbed softly. She did not tell her the details, because, as smart as she was, she knew what to do to be best for her at this time, so she said, "I am already dead, and this body has become yours, Fengjiu, I only ask you two things, first, I want Su Ruoyun to live a life worse than death! Killing her with a knife cannot relieve the hatred in my heart, only when she suffers a life worse than death can I relieve the hatred in my heart!"
Her voice was filled with hatred. At this moment, she knew that she could no longer salvage anything. All she wanted was for Su Ruoyun, who had harmed her to this point, to live a life worse than death!
Fengjiu raised her eyebrows, but did not speak. She just curled the corners of her lips with a hint of a smile.
At this moment, as if knowing what she was thinking, Feng Qingge continued, "I don't know where you are from, nor do I know what your identity was before, but from your calm response just now and your composure, I believe that you are definitely not an ordinary person. At least, you are not as stupid as me, and end up having your identity taken away and your life killed."
Hearing this, Feng Jiu's eyes flickered slightly, and the smile on her lips deepened a little. She said, "Tell me! What is the second thing?"
Hearing this, Feng Qingge knew that she had agreed. She breathed a sigh of relief, and her voice was somewhat gloomy and sad: "My relatives treat people very well and regard me as a treasure in their hands. I hope you can take good care of them on my behalf and don't let them know that I am no longer here..."
The slender white fingers tapped lightly on the table. The sound was so faint, but it made Feng Qingge's heart tighten. She couldn't know what Feng Jiu was thinking, but she didn't want to hear a rejection from her, so she said, "I will leave all my memories to you, so that you can know everything that happened. Feng Jiu, you must help me, you must help me..."
Feng Jiu only heard the voice in her mind, and her mind suddenly hurt, as if something was forced into her. She frowned and closed her eyes to endure the pain. After a long while, she slowly opened her eyes, and in her mind, there were many memories that did not originally belong to her...
Perhaps it was because Feng Qingge's memory was merged with hers, so when the scene of her disfigured face flashed through her mind, she even felt a sense of empathy, as if she was the one suffering from the pain of the knife cut.
"Su Ruoyun? Haha, interesting." The fusion of memories in her mind also made her understand her current situation and various things. Therefore, she stood up and walked to the dead man, and looted all the valuables from the clothes he took off.
One sleeve of her dress was torn, and the lapel was also torn, so she simply tore off a piece of the lining of the skirt to cover her face. Now her ruined face was too conspicuous, and if she wanted to leave here, she had to do it quietly and inconspicuously.
Unfortunately, she searched the whole room but couldn't find a single piece of clothing that could be worn. As for the man's clothes, she thought they were too dirty to be worn.