Chapter 1910

And the three little ghosts, under the pressure of the formation set by Zhou Ping, will become weaker and weaker. Even if they fight to the death at night, Zhong Wenqing will not be able to survive until dawn.

Because their power is weakened too much, their lethality is limited.

Zhou Ping is not Zhong Wenqing. Although she is cruel, she is not vicious. She will not kill Zhong Wenqing. They are not willing to kill themselves.

What Zhou Ping wants is for Zhong Wenqing to suffer the consequences of her actions. She just wants her to taste what she has done to others...

Zhou Ping has her own bottom line. She will never do anything unscrupulous.

She spent so much effort to set up such a formation today, not only to avenge the dead, but also to hope that Zhong Wenqing can really repent and stop being stubborn.

This is not how you believe in faith, and this is not how you pray to gods and Buddhas.

Doing this will only hurt others and yourself.

Zhong Wenqing lay on the ground in a mess. The pain and the illusion of "death" made her faint.

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

The three porcelain urns in the room containing the little ghosts were trembling. They were also afraid and terrified.

The strong murderous aura and huge energy outside the door oppressed them. They felt that the energy they had finally replenished last night was being melted and absorbed...

They were uneasy and afraid. They wanted to escape from the urn. They wanted to wake up Zhong Wenqing, but it was useless.

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

...

After an unknown period of time, Zhong Wenqing woke up. She thought she had gone to hell and thought she was dead...

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

She remembered that she was in a hotel room, why did she change places when she opened her eyes.

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

Zhong Wenqing panicked even more. No, she couldn't die. She had so much money in the world that she hadn't spent. She was famous, so popular, and had so many fans. She hadn't had enough of being the center of attention. She wanted to go back!

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

The most terrifying thing was that Zhong Wenqing found that the bandages on her body were slowly tightening. Those strips of cloth without sharp edges were biting into her flesh, like a knife, cutting her flesh into strips...

The blood quickly dyed the white bandages red. Zhong Wenqing was in so much pain that she couldn't scream.

It hurt so much, as if she was being torn into pieces. The bandages cut her flesh and broke her bones. She could hear all the sounds...

Zhong Wenqing cried, "Is there anyone? Let me go... Let me go..."

Suddenly she heard someone whisper, "Does it hurt?"

Zhong Wenqing suddenly opened her eyes and saw a face that she hadn't seen for many years.

She looked at the face hanging above her in horror, her mouth open and trembling, unable to make a sound...

The other party asked with a smile: "Does it hurt a lot?"

Zhong Wenqi was so scared that she forgot 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..."