It was as if a vengeful ghost was haunting him, demanding his life.
Bai Qianmo gently shook her hand, and the door closed automatically.
She turned on the light, walked to the dressing table, and opened a locked box.
Inside was a photograph of a gentle woman. Although it was a black and white photo, her features vaguely resembled his own.
Xiao Huan said that this was the late Madam Xu, Xu Jin'en's birth mother, Madam Yang.
After fiddling with himself in front of the mirror for a while, he put on clothes similar to those worn by Yang Shi in her lifetime, and then used a disguise technique to slightly modify his face.
A woman who looked eight or nine parts like Yang appeared in the mirror.
The autumn night was chilly, and the willows outside the window rustled in the wind.
Chen Xin'e lay flat on the bed, and heard a series of cold, chuckling laughs in her ears.
At first, I thought it was the doors and windows making noise because of the strong wind.
But a moment later, a cold wind blew past her ears, making her shiver.
"Hehe, Chen Xin'e..."
Suddenly hearing someone calling her name in the quiet room, Chen Xin'e woke up with a start.
She suddenly opened her eyes and saw a figure standing boldly by the bed.
Her face glowed with a greenish light, her features were deathly pale, and her eyes were empty and cold.
However, Chen Xin'e recognized her at a glance.
"Yang Fengqin, it's you... a ghost... a ghost!" Chen Xin'e screamed in terror, but she found that her voice was stammering and very hoarse, as if her throat was being tightly choked.
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