The psychic Xi ​​Lan

Chapter 25
This strange sound seemed to come from Qinglian who was sleeping soundly behind her.

But she had heard Qinglian's voice countless times, it was clear and powerful, but just now, the voice was slow and sharp, like a woman singing with a resentment, more like the sound of a knife being pressed against the speaker's throat, scraping again and again .

"Qinglian?" Long Xilan called tentatively.

Qinglian was still lying there, maintaining her sleeping position, but she couldn't hear her even breathing.

What followed was the sound of Long Xilan's own heart beating faster and faster.

It's not that she panicked, it's just that she didn't expect that when all the doors and windows were sealed, but at the wrong time, that thing had already entered at that moment!
Also at this moment, Qinglian's body stood upright like a vertical wooden pole.

When he opened his eyes, a pair of blood-red ghost eyes were filled with evil spirits and glowed fiercely.

The so-called grievance has a debtor, since this evil spirit wants to take her life, it must not be because of who she is, but who she is at the moment.

At this moment, Long Xilan has hid and stood outside the talisman she drew to avoid ghosts.

The evil ghost manipulated Qinglian's body to chase after her, stepped on the rune line on the ground, and retreated screaming.

Long Xilan sneered, "I thought it was such a powerful ghost, but he just borrowed his human body to cause trouble!"

As she said that, she saw the ink treasures on the desk by the wall, walked over a few steps, cut the palm of her hand with a silver hairpin, mixed the blood into the ink, dipped the ink with a white thread, and planned to use it to seal the evil spirit's mouth. Go out, and then force it out of Qinglian's body.

Unexpectedly, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the room, and the lampstand in front of her was blown down. She couldn't dodge it, and it hit her feet directly.

"Evil!" She cursed angrily in pain, and the ink that had melted her blood spilled all over the floor, which was useless.

When I looked back, the evil spirit sealed in the talisman disappeared, and Qinglian's body was also gone.

The next moment, the lights in the lampshade in the room were also turned off, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and even the slight sound of breathing could be heard really.

In the darkness, evil spirits are spreading.

Knowing that something was wrong, Long Xilan wanted to find the fire folder and lit the lamp. She fumbled around and finally found the wooden cabinet where the fire folder was stored in her memory. But the next moment, she immediately withdrew her hand because what she touched was not a wooden cabinet. The cabinet is soft and tender, how can it be hard wood, it is clearly the face of a young woman.

But there was no one else in the room except her and Qinglian.

But now, how can Qinglian be considered a human being?
"Miss, what are you looking for?" Suddenly, the thing she touched just now made another sound, this time it was Qinglian's voice.

Long Xilan stood where she was and didn't respond.

Another voice came from the opposite side, "Miss, are you looking for a lamp for lighting? Just call Qinglian, you don't have to do it yourself."

She still didn't respond, and subconsciously touched the silver hairpin in her cuff.

"Miss, how can you not be a servant, is the servant scaring you?"

Long Xilan said indifferently: "Even if you learn the human voice, you are still a ghost!"

Only ghosts are obsessed with hoping to get a response from people, and if they don't get it, they will still be resentful.

"Hehe, Aniang said Zhuer is beautiful! Look at it." After the evil ghost smiled resentfully, he stood in the dark and lit the fire. In the light of the fire, Long Xilan saw a woman's face that was turning blue. Looking at himself with a slow and stiff smile...

(End of this chapter)