The yard where Si Yucheng is located is particularly quiet, and there is no bloody wind as imagined inside, not even a single person, let alone a trace of a fight. Yan Qingyu carefully broke into the yard and carefully checked the surrounding environment, and couldn't help but wonder.

Where have people... gone?

The red spider is not there, the ziyu is not there, and the people in Si Yucheng are not there...

Could it be that Bai Jiu is not here?

His heart beat faster and Yan Qingyu, who was moving along the corner of the wall carefully, looked around and searched slowly one room after another. He found that there was really no one here, and even the servant girl didn't know how to go.

I searched all the rooms once but found no trace of anyone. I carefully recalled the memories in my mind. She slowly came to the basement where she had been to. The doll house that was particularly impressive, she once visited a room that made her scalp numb.

When he opened the door, the breath that came towards him was full of strong rust and a smell of flesh and blood. When he opened the door, Yan Qingyu felt regretful and wanted to take it back but it was too late. The door seemed to open automatically, and everything in the room was imprinted in front of him.

A white man's naked upper body was hung up, his exposed upper body was covered with scars, and his slender figure looked particularly embarrassed because of the abuse scars. There was no human breath in the room, including the white man with his head down in front of him, who had no breath of life at all, and it seemed like a dead person.

After Yan Qingyu walked over, she realized that the man in white still had some breath left on her body. Because it was too weak, she didn't show up at all, thinking that she was a dead person.

The white man seemed to have suddenly felt something, and raised his head with difficulty. His face covered his face with blood, only a pair of dead eyes showed off, and he sneered: "It's so late today, what a pity, even if you kill me, I can't imagine getting the Phantom Demon Army."

The familiar voice made Yan Qingyu's whole body cold. She looked at the white and bloody man in front of her in disbelief. The very familiar voice made her eyes red. She walked over and reached out to stroke the blood on his face. She looked at the familiar face in her memory and said in a trembling voice. "Bai Jiu? It's really you, why did you become this ghost?"

Chishui has never said that the white dove’s head turns into snow with its black hair!

What the hell is going on?

The careful voice was particularly strange, and Bai Jiu's eyes were full of vigilance. The girl looked very eye-catching, but why did she show such an expression?

Yan Qingyu turned his head and looked at the Tiansai on Baijiu's wrist. He immediately put the stool brought from one side at Baijiu's feet, giving him a foothold to support his body, thereby reducing the pressure on Tiansai's wrist. Because Tiansai on Baijiu's wrist had already penetrated deep into the flesh and blood, it was very likely that the tendons were cut off. Whether it could be cured is still unknown.

Bai Jiu quietly looked at the girl who helped her in front of him. Her face looked so strange, but she felt so familiar.

"Who are you?" Bai Jiu opened his mouth and a large amount of blood spit out of his mouth.

"Don't talk, wait for me!

Yan Qingyu looked at Tian Jiansi's mind and walked to the vicinity of another chair in the room to search for it. It was where Si Yucheng had sat. She still remembered that there was a small cabinet behind the chair, with some bottles and jars in it.

Bai Jiu's eyes have always followed her. It is obvious that this girl has never seen it before, but the familiarity of her heart arises out of thin air.

Seeing Yan Qingyu bringing the bottle to Bai Jiu, he quickly said, "I don't understand medicine. If you smell it, which medicine can corrode the silk of Tiansilk?"

The only shortcut to breaking the silk silk is corrosion.

Bai Jiu looked at Yan Qingyu calmly and pursed her lips, "Who are you? Why do you want to help me?"

Yan Qingyu frowned, "Hurry up, let's talk about it after you're rescued. This is not a place to reminisce about the past."

Bai Jiu looked at the girl in front of him deeply, and took all the care from her heart in her eyes, and then said: "The bottle of your left hand is water that can corrode the silk of heaven."

Yan Qingyu showed a very happy expression. She looked around and picked up a brush, dipped it in some corpse-transforming water, and then applied it to Tian Silk Silk. Tian Silk Silk broke at a level visible to the naked eye. When the white dove fell, it was caught by Yan Qingyu.

Huh, it's okay, if such a fragile body falls to the ground, you will probably have no life.

Baijiu lost all his strength, and the smell of scent was filled with a faint fragrance in the blood of the smell. He actually felt nostalgic. He quietly looked at the girl who was holding him beside him and curled his lips. "Although I don't know who you are, thank you."

"After going out, let's have a good talk!" Yan Qingyu ended this topic very simply. It was not a good place to reminisce about the past. It would be better to wait until you go out before recognizing each other.

When Yan Qingyu helped Bai Jiu leave the room, no one was found. Bai Jiu felt something was wrong, "Why are there no one?"

Bai Jiu suddenly seemed to have thought of something? His pupils instantly zoomed and he said in a daze: "Go away, this is a trap!"

Yan Qingyu was pushed hard, and as Bai Jiu's words fell, several figures appeared behind him, making her pupils say instantly, and the cold breath floated directly from the center of the earth through the soles of her feet to her mind, frozen in thoughts.

Si Yucheng's ghostly figure appeared quietly, feeling that he was surrounded by a group of people.

Bai Jiu subconsciously hid Yan Qingyu behind him. He could not implicate the girl who saved him. Just because of that familiarity, it was enough to protect him.

Si Yucheng looked quietly with cold eyes. At this time, Yan Qingyu was covered with a cloak and covered her face, which was no different from an ordinary thin assassin, but Si Yucheng was still seen through at one glance, and his eyes instantly locked her.

Several ghost-faced men surrounded her and Bai Jiu.

"Go away!" Bai Jiu thought that this girl would definitely have good martial arts skills when she could come to save her, so she subconsciously urged her, but Yan Qingyu shook her head with a wry smile.

She doesn't have the ability to escape from Baying.

Si Yucheng walked towards her step by step, as if he was coming from a ghost fire, making Yan Qingyu take a step back involuntarily.

"Yan Qingyu, are you here to your door?" Si Yucheng stopped, looked at her in a black robe with cold eyes. Her sinister eyes were like a overwhelming net, covering her, making her unable to move and unable to escape again.

"What did you say?" Bai Jiu was shocked when she heard the name in her memory. She turned around and recalled the tender face she had just met. She really couldn't overlap with the face she had remembered.

"Who are you?"

Bai Jiu looked at Yan Qingyu next to him excitedly. His faint aura instantly became very strong. He held Yan Qingyu's hand hard, and a faint blood mist appeared in his eyes: "Who are you? Why are you here to save me, say!"

Yan Qingyu's lips moved gently, and she was speechless in the face of Bai Jiu's questioning. She looked up and met Si Yucheng's playful and silly eyes.

"How could you... be possible?" Yan Qingyu couldn't believe that her identity had been revealed long ago. As Bai Jiu said, this was a game, a game specifically targeted her.

If she was not Yan Qingyu, she would not have been in charge of Bai Jiu's life, so this situation would not be harmed by her. The situation set up by Si Yucheng was aimed at the illusion demon witch Yan Qingyu, and she captured Bai Jiu and led Yan Qingyu to come to her door. But the premise of this plan must be to know that the witch Yan Qingyu is still alive.

It is clear that Yan Qingyu is dead, and there is no place to bury him!

Si Yucheng finally showed the posture that a winner should have, and turned his head, "You plan to talk to me in this way?"

Damn it!

Yan Qingyu clenched her fists tightly with her hands and took a deep breath. Just as she was about to take action, she heard Si Yucheng's cool words ringing: "Bai Jiu's hands are considered useless. If you don't have to worry about the treatment, you will never be able to hold the pen and cup in your life."

All the resistance dissipated because of this cool sentence. She reached out and put her hand on her head, took off the cloak on her head and the black cloth on her face, revealing her original face.

"What a coincidence, my master!"

Si Yucheng curled his lips and sneered bloodthirstyly; "If I remember correctly, you would have cut off the relationship between master and servant long ago and be humble for a man?"

Yan Qingyu's lips trembled slightly, her face turned pale, knowing that the man in front of her was not so easy to fool, and from beginning to end, he seemed to know the truth of everything. When he thought of himself being played with, he felt particularly angry, and his tone was also a hint of mocking: "Can't even hear the sarcasm of the ghost? It's such a good way to play such a big game."

"No, you're just playing a shocking game!" Si Yucheng walked to her, gently hooked her chin and lifted it up. As the moonlight attacked, I couldn't see the expression on his face, but I could guess how angry and happy his faint gaze was.

"Even I was deceived by you at the beginning, who could have imagined that the witch would resurrect the soul with a corpse? And it was a cripple with the same name and surname, right?" The empty voice hit her heart heavily, causing her face to change greatly.

This man really knew that this game was targeting her from the beginning.

"I am worthy of being a witch, but I can actually resurrect the legendary corpse!" Si Yucheng bent over and completely blocked the moonlight. For Yan Qingyu, the man in front of her gave her a great sense of oppression, and she had the illusion that she was about to be imprisoned by darkness.

Bai Jiu was completely shocked. When he saw this strange face just now, he felt disappointed, but he didn't expect that the Ghost Lord would say such shocking words.

Did she resurrect her soul by borrowing a corpse?

Is this strange girl in front of me her?

Is this all true? Or is it a plan?

Si Yucheng's wide hand gently pinched Yan Qingyu's neck. The slender neck was more fragile than any kind of life. With a little force, the beautiful neck would be stamped with his fingerprints, which would start to be slowly twisted, and then the owner of this neck would lose his life.

Si Yucheng really wanted to cut it off with force, but he couldn't bear it. This beautiful and smooth neck was like a beautiful swan neck, and it looked so elegant and sexy.

The rough fingertips gently slid on the sensitive skin, causing Yan Qingyu to feel a layer of thin goose bumps. The slight tremor that was invisible was fully visible in Si Yucheng's eyes, and a complex cold and sadness was revealed.

"I still don't admit it yet? The puppet master around you and the woman who saved you are Chishui, right? Is she still dead if she wants to see them alive?" Si Yucheng's voice rang in Yan Qingyu's ears, and it also clearly reached Bai Jiu's ears, making Bai Jiu's mind blank.

It's her, it's really her!

Ziyu and Chishui were by her side, and she was really back.

what to do?

I can't implicate her, I have to find a way to get her away... I have to...

"Or will you only be willing to admit it after I cut off Baijiu's hamstrings?"

Yan Qingyu bit her lips hard, and she stepped into the hunter's trap. As expected, all this was the net of heaven and earth set by this man, and he was forcing himself to admit it. He struggled for a long time in his heart. Yan Qingyu thought of the kindness he had once had with this man, and his heart became cold inch by inch.

The voice was slightly hoarse; "Si Yucheng, let the white dove be released, and if you want to kill and shave, you will be punished to me!"

"No!" Bai Jiu could make a sound, his face covered in blood could not cover up his anxious and worried expression. He said directly: "Ghost Lord, the witch has died. If you are angry, come to me, and kill me and scrape me!"

Bai Jiu was pressed to the ground by Guixing and could not move. Si Yucheng never gave a look in the end. His eyes were a net, locking Yan Qingyu tightly.

"Ghost Star, break his tendons!" As Si Yucheng ordered, Guixing pulled out the sword at his waist, pointed the tip of the sword at Bai Jiu's tendons. When he was about to exert force, Yan Qingyu suddenly spoke: "Yes, I am Yan Qingyu, not the seventh lady from the Prime Minister's Mansion, but Yan Jing's concubine Yan Qingyu!!"

Si Yucheng waved his hand, and Guixing stopped moving, but could not stop the shock in his eyes.

What a witch?

Si Yucheng smiled.

A brilliant smile appeared on the face covered with the ghost face, and the fearful ghost eyes instantly radiated with colorful glazes. They squatted down like a proud winner, pulled off Yan Qingyu's black cloak, and the voice was faint; "Is it really a corpse to resurrect?"

Yan Qingyu knelt on the ground, clenched her fists, and gritted her teeth: "Yes!"

"When did it start?" Si Yucheng's lightly flashing ghost eyes were no longer the lifeless dead silence, but were flooded with unseen colors.

"A few months ago, on the day when the mass grave was thundered, I woke up from the mass grave!" Yan Qingyu took a deep breath, and she was ruthlessly opened by the hidden secret. Even if she was not spread in the sun, she still saw the light, which became a fatal weakness for her.

Si Yucheng got a satisfactory answer and his mood became particularly happy. This is why this little girl escaped from him.

No, I can't say it's a little girl. She wasn't a few years younger than her in her previous life.

woman?

Si Yucheng's meaningful gaze swept across Yan Qingyu's body, and Yan Qingyu finally understood the palpitations he had experienced during this period. Now he had missed the plan and had to admit defeat.

Taking a deep breath, Yan Qingyu looked up, and the struggle in her eyes swept away, regaining the awesome unyielding: "I will bear the grudge between me and the Ghost Lord alone. I also ask you to release Bai Jiu. He is just my subordinate, a puppet who obeys the order."
To be continued...