PFC Chapter 172 She always asks for 8
Chapter 172 She always asks for 8
Yu Guangzhong could feel that the man was chasing after her. He was chasing her very closely, and several times he almost touched her.
Song Xianyin was so scared that she couldn't even cry anymore. Every step she took felt like she was walking on thin air, and she only dared to keep running forward.
She felt like her legs were about to be torn apart. Song Xianyin looked at the increasingly dense forest in front of her, and her face immediately turned pale.
It's a blind spot.
She was forced to stop, listening desperately to the sounds of pursuit behind her.
The villager's face was full of resentment; his face was covered in sweat, and his clothes were completely soaked.
He wanted to see where she could run to.
Looking at the road ahead, a hint of smugness flashed in his eyes.
"Miss Song, stop hiding, I am..."
The villagers stared in disbelief at the people in front of them, their bodies frozen in place.
The air seemed to freeze. The villagers, seeing the scarlet figure in front of them, took a few steps back in fright.
The woman's red wedding dress trailed on the ground. She was facing away from him, her face turned to the side, the skin on her face already rotten and black, and the air was filled with a pungent, fishy smell.
The female ghost stared at him blankly, with two streaks of bloody tears on her face.
"Aaaaaaahh ...
He fell to the ground in a sorry state, his face covered in tears and snot. He quickly got up and fled as if he were on the run.
Song Xianyin was so frightened she could hardly breathe. The hand covering her mouth was just a few bones, without a trace of flesh or blood.
There was no sound in the air, and the hand that had been on her mouth was lowered. Song Xianyin crawled out of her wedding dress, trembling.
What kind of world is this? She really wanted to cry.
Song Xianyin looked at the woman in front of her and was so frightened that she could hardly breathe. She gasped for breath, her chest tightening.
The woman was very tall, and her black hair swayed gently in the wind, with a few strands falling onto her face.
Song Xianyin could clearly see the marks on her neck.
The woman took a few steps closer to her, and Song Xianyin broke down in tears.
"Don't scare me, I'm really a scaredy-cat." Song Xianyin cried, unable to catch her breath.
The female ghost had no eyes. Looking at the two black holes on her face, Song Xianyin cried and covered her eyes with her hands.
She knelt down in front of Song Xianyin and gently wiped away Song Xianyin's tears. Song Xianyin immediately smelled the blood on her face.
"Don't tell them." The female ghost wanted to say something more.
But seeing how timid she looked, she only said this one sentence.
Once the female ghost left, Song Xianyin looked at the forest in front of her and was utterly devastated.
Why hasn't it returned to normal yet?
She ran straight into the tree, knocking herself unconscious.
As her consciousness began to fade, Song Xianyin vaguely thought, "This should be right now."
The next second, Song Xianyin was choked awake.
She opened her eyes, completely bewildered.
Wen Chuyan was sitting next to her with red eyes, pinching her arm hard.
Song Xianyin looked at her scarred arms and sighed.
Wen Chuyan was startled by the sudden sigh. When he saw Song Xianyin open her eyes, he cried out, "Miss Song, we thought you were dead."
She died right in front of him; he was utterly wicked.
Song Xianyin had a terrible headache. She was just about to take a nap when Wen Chuyan shook her awake.
"Miss Song, you can't sleep now."
Sleeping now will only reinforce bad memories.
Wen Chuyan wiped away his tears, carried Song Xianyin on his back, and prepared to go down the mountain.
Wen Chuyan kept talking to Song Xianyin.
They were on high alert when Song Xianyin suddenly closed her eyes and ran away, scaring the three of them to death.
Moreover, she ran incredibly fast; the three of them couldn't hold her back.
After finally managing to calm her down, she started crying and making a scene, saying things they couldn't understand.
Mu Silan said she was possessed by an evil spirit and needed pheasant blood to ward it off, so Wen Chuyan immediately went to find a pheasant and smeared the blood on her face, which made her cry even harder.
At first, she was fine, but later she stopped responding and became completely still. Wen Chuyan was terrified and pinched her while crying.
Song Xianyin listened to this dramatic scene and was momentarily at a loss for how to react.
"Do I have blood on my face now?" Song Xianyin's voice was extremely hoarse.
No wonder she always smelled blood; it was chicken blood.
Jiang Wange gently wiped her face with a handkerchief, but Song Xianyin felt something was off, as if a female ghost was wiping her face.
Mu Silan watched Jiang Wange treat Song Xianyin so gently, and glared at Song Xianyin through gritted teeth.
"Alright, alright, stop dawdling when you're doing something." Mu Silan snatched Jiang Wange's handkerchief and roughly wiped Song Xianyin's face a few times.
Song Xianyin: ...
Mu Silan put the handkerchief into her pocket: "Pretentious, what's there to wipe?"
Wen Chuyan spoke up for Song Xianyin: "Of course you should wipe the blood off your face. Fellow Daoist Mu, you are truly a cold-hearted person. No wonder Fellow Daoist Jiang doesn't like you."
Veins bulged on Mu Silan's forehead as he desperately suppressed his anger.
What do those two idiots know?
Wen Chuyan asked Song Xianyin what she dreamed about, and Song Xianyin vaguely described the villager's story, but did not mention the ghost she encountered.
This is definitely not just a dream.
Wen Chuyan didn't force her to talk when he saw that she didn't want to.
As soon as they got to the house, he started cooking for her, while Jiang Wange was responsible for keeping Song Xianyin awake.
Song Xianyin was so sleepy that she was shaken awake by Jiang Wange as soon as she closed her eyes.
Seeing how sleepy she was, Jiang Wange was already too embarrassed to shake her, and seeing her looking at her pitifully, she felt even more conflicted.
Mu Silan brought out the dishes and slammed them on the table: "Just let her sleep, and never wake up again."
Song Xianyin was startled by Mu Silan's roar, while Wen Chuyan glanced at Mu Silan speechlessly.
He's starting to dislike this fellow Daoist a bit.
Mu Silan quickly pulled Jiang Wange to a seat: "Why are you still worrying about her? You're not feeling well yourself. Eat first."
Jiang Wange impatiently pushed away the bowl in front of her: "I can eat by myself, why do you always do some inexplicable things?"
Mu Silan's face stiffened, and he sat down to the side with a cold expression: "Whatever you want."
She wouldn't care no matter how good he was to her.
“Miss Song, please don’t come with us anymore. You might be being watched,” Wen Chuyan said in a deep voice.
Of the four of them, only Miss Song encountered such a thing.
Song Xianyin almost cried again: "Then I definitely have to go with you guys."
They've all left, and she's all alone here. What if she faints again? There's no one around to help her.
Even if someone dies, at least there's someone around to collect their body.