Just when he finally recovered and wanted to leave, someone suddenly appeared silently behind him and whispered something in his ear.
"Have you finished reading it?"
Wu Jia felt the blood in his body flowing backwards.
Then, a hand appeared and first touched his eyes. The movement was very gentle, as if touching some fragile treasure.
But the hand was terribly cold, and its fingers were like icy snakes, sliding across his face, then moving down, and finally strangling his neck.
The hand was very strong and pinched him directly, turning him around to face the man.
Wu Jia also saw the person's appearance clearly, and it was Xie Ping who was smiling.
There was a smile on Xie Ping's lips, and it seemed to be very gentle, but Wu Jia felt creepy no matter how he looked at it.
"Wu Jia, Wu Jia, why don't you listen? I told you not to get close to Youzhi Garden, why didn't you listen?"
"Wu Jia, you discovered my secret. Tell me, should I kill you?"
Xie Ping spoke in a very soft voice, but the hand that was pinching Wu Jia's neck was getting stronger and stronger.
Wu Jia's eyes widened and he struggled desperately, but Xie Ping was unexpectedly strong and he couldn't struggle at all.
Wu Jia's vision became increasingly dimmer, his breathing became increasingly difficult, and his face was turning purple. Wu Jia even felt that he would stop breathing in the next second and then die completely.
But at this moment, the strength in Xie Ping's hands weakened.
She was still pinching Wu Jia, but she just lifted her up and dragged her to the bed.
Xie Ping sat on the bed. She stretched out her other hand and stroked the face of the young man who had been dead for several years on the bed. Her eyes were tender and paranoid.
"This is Azhi's place. How dare you dirty people disturb Azhi's peace and quiet? What if Azhi gets scared?"
"Azhi, no one can hurt you. I will protect you."
"Azhi, we will be together forever."
As she spoke, Xie Ping lowered her head.
Wu Jia just watched Xie Ping kissing the dead Xie Youzhi's eyebrows and lips.
Xie Ping's gaze was gentle and her movements were light, just like she was treating her lover.
If it were two real monogamous couples, Wu Jia might feel very envious.
The person Xie Ping was kissing was clearly someone who had been dead for several years. It was a corpse.
Wu Jia felt a terrible chill down his spine, and felt that Xie Ping was a devil and a lunatic.
After the kiss, Xie Ping rubbed her face against Xie Youzhi's stiff face.
At this time, Wu Jia's legs were completely weak and he collapsed to the ground.
"Azhi, wait a little longer. I'll deal with the people who cleaned your house and then come back to sleep with you." Xie Ping softly coaxed the person who couldn't hear her at all.
Xie Ping then stood up and dragged Wu Jia, whose legs were as weak as a dead dog, into the secret room.
And Wu Jia also saw the human pig in the secret room.
The moment Wu Jia saw it, he almost fainted. There was also a foul smell in the air.
Wu Jia felt stomach discomfort and couldn't help retching.
What’s even more terrifying is that the human pig is still alive.
Xie Ping stared at the human pig, the light in her eyes changing unpredictably, with hatred, pleasure, and finally excitement.
She pointed at the human pig and asked Wu Jia, "Do you know who this is?"
Wu Jia had no idea who this person was. He didn't know, nor did he want to know. He just wanted to escape.
He kept retching, but couldn't spit out anything.
Xie Ping didn't seem to care whether he answered or not, and continued to speak: "Her name is Xie Lan."
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