Song Jiao leaned against the sofa and smiled softly, a smile that concealed a hint of cunning and sweetness. "Zhou Yuanyuan, why did you admit it yourself? I thought you were going to continue to quibble."
Zhou Yuanyuan's originally dignified sitting posture instantly stiffened, but soon she relaxed, a mocking expression on her face, "Oh, after acting for so long, I can hardly tell the difference between real and fake."
She reached out and picked up the cup on the coffee table, shaking it gently. The liquid in the cup shone with an alluring luster under the light. "Tell me, how did you find out it was mine?"
Song Jiao raised her eyes, a sharp glint in them, "Actually, I've always known this, I just wanted to see how far you can go."
After all, there are some unreasonable things in the plot right from the beginning.
The moment Song Jiao accepted the plot, she realized something was wrong because there were several aspects that were unclear.
The original owner was dead. Why wasn't the original owner's soul suppressed by the Song family? Instead, it was summoned by Zhou Yuanyuan? That must be because she knew all of Tang Chen's methods and called the original owner's soul immediately after the original owner was killed.
Otherwise, the original owner's soul should have been dealt with on the spot by the Song family's people in charge of the matter.
There will be no such thing as not being able to find the soul.
If you really don't know what happened, how can you be shocked and not scared when you hear about such a tragedy!
"Because you acted so badly!" Song Jiao leaned lazily on the sofa. "If you really didn't know what happened, your reaction to hearing about such a tragedy should be shock and fear. But what about you? You're only shocked, not afraid at all. This shows that you already knew everything."
Zhou Yuanyuan suddenly laughed, "Hahaha, Ruan Yu, you are indeed smart. But, you are dead now, so what can you do?"
Song Jiao did not answer, but gave the answer with practical actions.
Her body gradually changed from a soul to a physical body, and the sofa sank.
She raised her hand and grabbed it lightly, and Zhou Yuanyuan flew into her hand, with her throat tightly gripped by her fingers.
"So what now?" Song Jiao's tone was cold and sarcastic. "What else do you want to say?"
Zhou Yuanyuan's face turned pale in an instant. She struggled to speak, but found that her throat was strangled and she couldn't make a sound at all.
She looked at Song Jiao in horror, her eyes full of disbelief and fear.
"No, you can't be still alive! Why is this happening? Why can you materialize?" Zhou Yuanyuan widened her eyes and kept muttering, obviously unable to accept the fact that this dead best friend could still be standing in front of her.
In her understanding, how could the dead be resurrected? This was completely beyond her comprehension!
Song Jiao looked at her coldly, raised her other hand, and rudely pulled Zhou Yuanyuan's hair. "That's just your wishful thinking! Don't you like acting? Why don't you act now?"
As Song Jiao exerted force on her hand, Zhou Yuanyuan immediately let out a scream: "Ah——"
"Why are you screaming? Can't you bear this little pain? What about the pain I suffered at that time?" Song Jiao said, and exerted force with her hands again, pulled out a bunch of Zhou Yuanyuan's hair, and then threw her hard on the sofa.
Zhou Yuanyuan was in so much pain that tears streamed down her face, but what frightened her even more was Song Jiao's next move.
Song Jiao skipped into the kitchen and soon came out with a pile of various knives.
The tip of the knife flashed coldly under the light, making people shudder.
Seeing this scene, Zhou Yuanyuan finally understood Song Jiao's intention. She screamed in horror: "Ah - Ruan Yu, calm down, killing is illegal!"
Song Jiao, however, seemed to have heard something funny and started to giggle. "Killing is against the law? But I'm a ghost now! It doesn't seem like it's against the law for a ghost to kill people!"
As she spoke, she began to sharpen the knife in front of Zhou Yuanyuan.
The "squeaking" sound of sharpening the knife was like the death warrant of the god of death, making Zhou Yuanyuan feel extremely desperate and terrified.
Her body seemed to be frozen, unable to move at all.
He could only watch Song Jiao approaching him step by step.
"You, what do you want to do?" Zhou Yuanyuan asked in a trembling voice.
"What? Of course, I'm here to have some fun with you!" Song Jiao had a weird smile on her face.
The sound of sharpening the knife and Zhou Yuanyuan's screams came one after another, as if playing a strange symphony.
Song Jiao looked around and her eyes finally fell on the men's socks in the corner.
She raised her hand slightly, and the socks flew up as if given life and fell straight into Zhou Yuanyuan's mouth.
"Sharpen the knife, one, two, three, four times, and cut the meat all the way through in one stroke." Song Jiao hummed a tune with a strange smile on her face.
With each grinding, she seemed to look forward to the next "game" more.
Finally, when the blade became extremely sharp, she slowly walked in front of Zhou Yuanyuan.
At this moment, Zhou Yuanyuan was shrouded in fear, and her eyes were full of despair.
"How about we start with my stomach?" Song Jiao said softly, as if recalling something. "Do you know how I was killed? They took a knife and cut open my stomach. I watched my internal organs flow out with my own eyes. You'll soon understand that feeling."
As soon as she finished speaking, Song Jiao took action without hesitation.
Zhou Yuanyuan only felt a sharp pain. She wanted to scream, but her mouth was blocked by the socks and she could only make a "wuwuwu" sound.
"Don't be anxious, this is just the beginning!" Song Jiao glanced at Zhou Yuanyuan who was struggling in pain, and a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes.
She didn't seem satisfied with this, so she raised the knife again.
This time, she picked up a large bone-chopping machete. With one cut, half of Zhou Yuanyuan's arm bones were broken.
Zhou Yuanyuan's screams became more shrill, but Song Jiao seemed even more excited.
"Oh my, why does this knife seem a little blunt? I'm so sorry! Next time, I will definitely chop it off directly." Song Jiao said, raising the machete again.
She used all her strength to strike the knife, and this time, Zhou Yuanyuan's arm finally fell off her body.
Blood splattered out, staining the entire sofa red.
"I'm really good at this! I finally know what kind of strength to use." Song Jiao cheered excitedly, as if she had completed a great work. "Yuanyuan, bear with it! It will be done soon. We still have a lot of fun!"
At this moment, Zhou Yuanyuan was almost fainting from the pain, but she was still conscious.
At this moment, the socks were also taken away by Song Jiao using her ability. Zhou Yuanyuan immediately began to beg for mercy, "Please, let me go! Or just kill me!"
Song Jiao pouted, "No way! I was tortured for ten hours! You have to achieve the same."
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