The 101st way to die

Chapter 414 Thriller Girl

"You help me? I don't know who was scared and passed out just now."

She sneered, but didn't turn around. Her face was stripped away by the heartless man 300 years ago.

If she hadn't used ghost energy to transform a face without facial features, her original appearance would be even more terrifying.

There is only a dense skeleton, and there are deep marks left by sharp knives on the skeleton.

Originally a peerless beauty turned into this appearance, she hated, she resented, but she couldn't get out of this ancient building, and couldn't avenge her.

The reason why Su Qing wanted to help her was because this female ghost had no intention of harming others, and the reason why she fell into it was because of that director.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she found that this building had been cast with a very vicious spell, so that the resentful souls could not be reincarnated, could not leave the ancient building, and suffered the pain of yang qi corrosion every night.

The host is the best possession container, but she didn't take possession of this body immediately, she was also hesitating, she didn't want to harm others, but she wanted to go out to get rid of her own obsession.

"Believe me, you still have a glimmer of hope. If you don't believe me, you can only suffer the pain of being corroded by the sun in the ancient building day after day."

Su Qing's fairy soul merged in an instant, and the simple wooden comb on the dressing table was held in the palm of his hand.He pricked his fingertips and wrote several spells in blood on the broad surface of the wooden comb.

With a loose hand, the bloody wooden comb floated in the air, "I'll take you away. I'll tell your story when I want to tell it. I want to leave here. After all, there is too much grievance here, and I have been in the whole yin body for a long time. Not good."

The moment she turned around, there were no facial features, and her flat face changed instantly.

The change on the face, the long-lost tingling feeling.She stretched out her hand tremblingly, stroking her facial features bit by bit.Excited blood and tears flowed from his eyes, and he ran to the dressing table with a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

After 300 years, she finally has a face again.After the excitement and surprise, he looked at Su Qing solemnly.She pokes out from the start that she's just a normal girl, only to become so awesome in a short amount of time.

But God has eyes, someone is willing to help her, and he leaned down, "The little girl's name is Hongyue, thank you for your help."

After speaking, it turned into a puff of gray smoke and entered the wooden comb.

The bloody wooden comb also turned into a simple and unsophisticated appearance, lying quietly in Su Qing's hand.

Putting away the wooden comb, she waved her hand to destroy the vicious spells in the ancient building.

When I went outside, the shooting equipment was still placed outside, and it was dark, so I walked back to the hotel alone along the path.

Because of its remote location, the ancient building is on the mountain, and there is only a big courtyard at the foot of the mountain, which is the hotel.People who shoot movies live in it, and they see scenes that shouldn't be seen before they get close.

As the night was very late, around two or three o'clock in the morning, after a day of filming, many people were tired and rested.

But there is a man and a woman walking hand in hand, and kissing from time to time, they are the leading male and female characters in this play.

If Lang wants to have a concubine and loves you, you will follow me.

Su Qing made a detour to avoid disturbing them, but with sharp eyes, he found a ghost squatting next to them.

The ghost was wearing a white robe, and his hair was tied up with a jade crown. He raised his head, feeling very curious to see them kissing.

She looked at him, and he seemed to feel it, tilting his head and blinking at her.

It was the first time she had seen such a pleasing kid.He is very handsome, no different from ordinary people, without the gloomy aura that belongs to ghosts.

(End of this chapter)