Bai Xingye did not stay beside his sister tonight.
Because he saw Feng Fuce had returned to his own room, seemingly to sleep.
So he left without worry.
Tonight, he had a more important task to accomplish.
And that was to teach Song Qingying, who spoke ill of his sister, a lesson.
Although during the day, Feng Fuce had already instructed the Xiu Luo Envoy to deal with Song Qingying.
But Bai Xingye considered that, as a brother, how could he not personally take action?
He couldn’t let that kid Marquis Wan take the lead in everything.
However, just as he was using the rainy night to stealthily reach near Song Qingying’s house, he suddenly heard a scream from inside.
Bai Xingye imdiately hid and frowned suspiciously.
What happened?
Could it be that the Xiu Luo Envoy had acted ahead of ti?
Song Qingying’s scream beca even sharper, like a cry of agony.
It disturbed the maids sleeping in the adjoining pavilion, as well as the nearby patrolling Protectors.
Bai Xingye lay on the opposite rooftop, watching the maids rush into the house in panic.
Inside ca Song Qingying’s sobbing voice.
"Get that person off the beam! Get him off! He’s scaring ."
The maids turned pale with fright.
"Miss, on the beam, there... there’s no one there."
Besides, who would stay on the beam?
Song Qingying had originally covered her eyes with a pillow.
Upon hearing this, she lifted her head and glanced at the beam again.
Only she could see.
The man with a bluish-green face, dark circles under his eyes, hanging by a rope from his neck, swaying from the beam!
"Ah—!" Song Qingying scread again.
She frantically shrank back to the corner of her bed: "Get him out! Get him out! It’s a hanging ghost."
Overwheld with fear, she began to chant erratically: "Amitabha Buddha, Bodhisattva bless, quickly get him out!"
However, it was of no use, and the maids approached, intending to restrain Song Qingying to prevent her from harming herself due to excessive emotions.
But as soon as the maid’s hand touched Song Qingying’s arm, she was fiercely pushed away by Song Qingying!
"You are a ghost too! You’re all ghosts! Don’t co near , don’t co over!" she shouted hysterically.
The maid’s waist hit the table nearby, and she cried out in pain.
The surrounding maids also dared not approach.
They babbled: "Quickly call Madam and the Duke over."
And in Song Qingying’s eyes, each of them had a blue-skinned green-eyed evil ghost hanging on them.
She was so frightened that she almost fainted.
When Duke Huan and Madam Wei arrived.
Song Qingying saw that the evil ghost that had been hanging on the beam actually jumped down directly onto her father, Duke Huan’s shoulder.
The ghost exhaled chilling breath, grinned, revealing sharp blood-stained teeth.
Song Qingying stared at Duke Huan, shouting: "Don’t co near, don’t co over!"
Duke Huan frowned, he walked over: "Ying, what’s wrong with you!"
"In the middle of the night, what madness are you exhibiting?"
He reached out, intending to touch his daughter’s forehead.
However, in Song Qingying’s eyes, Duke Huan had the hanging ghost on his back approaching her!
She scread endlessly in fear, raising her foot to fiercely kick Duke Huan.
"Don’t co over!" Song Qingying kicked hard.
Duke Huan, unprepared, exclaid and fell backward, taking Madam Wei down with him.
Several maids went to assist, but also stumbled together.
The sound of exclamations and cries continued, while Song Qingying on the bed saw those ghosts descend from them and surround her.
Each ghost’s face bore a sinister, malevolent grin.
This ti, Song Qingying did not resist anymore, and after a scream, she fainted.
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