"Wh-what?"
Eighteen years have passed...
Does this female ghost recognize him?
Sheng Qianxing trembled all over. When he shakily raised his head, he heard the female ghost sneer, "Sheng Qianxing, is it because I'm too ugly now that you can't recognize me?"
Sheng Qianqian slowly raised her hand. Both her face and hands were covered in blood and gore, with scars everywhere.
"But... these are all things you gave me."
“You were afraid I would expose your secret, so you tricked me into going to Qianye’s house. First, you slashed my face with a dagger, and then you set it on fire and burned me alive inside.”
"Sheng Qianxing, it hurts so much."
She spoke each word carefully, her hoarse voice filled with extreme sorrow.
Sheng Qianxing was completely stunned. He raised his hand and pointed at her with his bleeding finger, "You...you are Sheng Qianqian?"
Is it really Sheng Qianqian?
Has her ghost come to haunt him and demand retribution?
Sheng Qianxing's heart trembled. At that moment, an overwhelming fear swept over him.
He was genuinely guilty and scared.
Before Sheng Qianqian could answer, he suddenly turned around and tried to run away as if he were going crazy.
But a gust of cold wind blew in through the window at the front of the corridor, and he couldn't escape. He fell hard to the ground.
"Trying to run?" Sheng Qianqian's sharp laughter came from the bottom of her throat, wave after wave, like the approach of death in the darkness.
"Sheng Qianxing, do you think you can still escape?"
The sharp voice came from behind, and Sheng Qianxing trembled, "Qianqian, I was wrong, I know I was wrong..."
"If we make one mistake, will we even be able to survive?"
Just then, a clear male voice came from the end of the corridor.
Sheng Qianxing's gaze paused for a moment, then he slowly raised his head to look over...
"Sheng... Sheng Qianye?"
Eighteen years have passed, and Sheng Qianxing is now a middle-aged man approaching forty.
And Sheng Qianye... after leaving for eighteen years, returned still looking like a young man.
"Brother Qianye," Sheng Qianqian called out to him from behind.
Sheng Qianxing stumbled upon two people he had killed one day, and he turned pale with fright, taking a step back.
"Sen... Senya..."
How could this be? How could this happen?
Do ghosts really exist in this world?
Sheng Qianxing was stunned. In his sight, Sheng Qianye, who had died suddenly that year, was still wearing that white outfit. At this moment, he appeared at the end of the corridor, his captivating peach blossom eyes covered with frost.
"Sheng Qianxing, it's been so many years, how have you been?"
The cold words came, and the next second, Sheng Qianye suddenly appeared in front of him.
"ah!"
Late at night, all Sheng Qianxing could do was scream in fright.
"elder brother."
He really didn't want to die. Whether facing Sheng Qianqian or Sheng Qianye, Sheng Qianxing showed a strong will to survive.
"Brother, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry to you and Qianqian. I know I was terribly wrong. I don't want to die. Please, please let me go."
"Heh." Sheng Qianye sneered, a bloodthirsty glint flashing in his slightly lowered eyes.
No one knows how he made his move, but when a gust of wind came, Sheng Qianxing was sent flying.
It hit the wall and bounced back.
"Pfft..." He fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Amidst the interplay of red light and shadow, he vaguely saw Sheng Qianye approaching him.
“Sheng Qianxing, all these years you’ve lived in my house, used my money, and made my friends…”
"I wonder, are you ready to pay me back?"
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