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Chapter 1901

And those three little devils, under the oppression of Zhou Ping's formation, their abilities will become weaker and weaker. Even at night, they desperately counterattack Zhong Wenqing, and Zhong Wenqing will still survive at dawn.

Because their power has been weakened too much, and their lethality is limited.

Zhou Ping is not Zhong Wenqing. Although she is cruel, she is not poisonous. She will not take Zhong Wenqing's life. They are not willing to kill themselves in this line of business.

What Zhou Ping wanted was for Zhong Wenqing to reap the consequences for herself, to let her taste what she did to others...

Zhou Ping has her own bottom line in doing things, and she will never use unscrupulous means.

She put in so much effort to step down such a formation today, not only to avenge the dead, but also to hope that Zhong Wenqing can really repent and stop being obsessed with it.

Faith is not like this, and praying to God and worshiping Buddha is not like this.

Doing so will only harm others and oneself.

Zhong Wenqing was lying on the ground in a panic, the pain and the illusion of "death" made her pass out.

There was still pain on her face. At this moment, she thought that she was really dead.

The three porcelain urns in the room that held the imps were trembling, and they were also afraid, terrified.

The strong murderous aura outside the door, the huge energy, oppressed them with fear, they felt that they had finally replenished their abilities last night, and were being melted and sucked away...

They were restless and frightened, and wanted to escape from the urn, and they wanted to wake Zhong Wenqing up, but it was of no use.

Zhong Wenqing lay motionless on the ground, unaware of their pleading for help.

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After an unknown amount of time, Zhong Wenqing woke up, thinking that she had fallen into hell, that she was already dead...

Because, she found herself in an empty room, surrounded by white, snow-white, white and eerie, she shouted: "Where is this, is there anyone, where is this..."

She remembered that she was in the hotel room, why she changed the place when she opened her eyes.

Could it be... is this the world after death?

Zhong Wenqing panicked even more, no, she can't die, she is in the world, she still has so much money, she hasn't spent it, she is famous, she is so popular, she has so many fans, she hasn't lived enough to be sought after by everyone, she to go back!

But when Zhong Wenqing struggled to get up, she realized that she was tied to the bed.

The most frightening thing is that Zhong Wenqing found that the bandages trapped on her body were slowly tightening, and those cloth strips without sharp edges bit into her flesh little by little, like knives, strangling her flesh into strips...

The blood quickly dyed the white bandage red, and Zhong Wenqing was in so much pain that she couldn't make a sound.

It hurts so much, it's as if it's about to be cut into pieces, the bandages strangle the flesh, strangle the bones, she can hear all those voices...

Zhong Wenqing cried: "Is there anyone, let me go... let me go..."

Suddenly she heard someone asking softly, "Does it hurt?"

Zhong Wenqing opened her eyes suddenly, and saw a face that she had not seen for many years.

She looked at the face hanging above her in horror, opened her mouth tremblingly and could not make a sound...

The other party smiled and asked, "Is it very painful?"

Zhong Wenqi was so scared that she forgot about the pain, "Wan Xue...let me go...you let me go...why did you come to me, I don't know anything..."

The other party smiled: "What you are experiencing now is what I have experienced..."

(End of this chapter)