Mischief Vampire Highness

Chapter 368: The Soul of the Walking Dead

"It's a pity for such a young girl, alas." The conversations of the onlookers around me made me unable to understand. I took another look at the place where I was hit by a heavy object, and my pupils were colored by a pool of blood.

This is thinking, I looked at my body, at this moment, a puppy was barking at me, a woman pulled the dog away, and passed directly through my body.

this? ? "Hey, hello!!" I hurriedly yelled a few times, and the onlookers dispersed one after another. No one could see me, only the snow-white pet dog fought back and barked at me.

dog?Only it can see me, and then look at the ground, no shadow? ?
Standing alone on the street with people coming and going, I turned my head helplessly, with my long hair fluttering, only to see Meng Chike rushing into the hospital with someone in his arms.

The noisy streets, the continuous flow of vehicles, I looked around at a loss, and cold tears slipped into the corners of my mouth.

I stumbled and ran into the hospital, I pulled out one shoulder after another, I couldn't pull out one shoulder after another, I just passed through all the busy people.

"Monchike!" I rushed out of the corner and shouted.

The white sickness, I saw my pale face, Meng Chike buried her head in front of the bed, the quiet background, but her shoulders trembled.

I approached all of these step by step, nothingness, emptiness, and no sense of reality.

With a trembling voice, "Meng Chike" stretched out his hand, his translucent fingertips ran across his hair, the softness that could no longer be touched, and the warmth that could no longer be touched on the back of his hand.

I? ?Am I dead?
Realizing this problem, I approached Meng Chike puzzledly, Meng Chike, what's wrong with you, don't you want me?Then why are you crying in front of me, please don't cry, you don't even love her.

I was like comforting a sad child, leaning in front of him and wanting to touch him, but no, there was only air left in my world.

Meng Chike held my hand, and looked at me lying on the bed with a pair of empty eyes through the hair gap of his side face.

His pale thin lips were slightly parted, as if he had a thousand words but couldn't say them.

"Xing'er!! Xing'er." At this moment, the door of the room was opened suddenly, and Dad hurried in.

"Xing'er." Dad plopped and knelt in front of my window.

"Dad, Dad" I help him in horror, but I see that I am just a walking dead soul.

(End of this chapter)