Psychic Queen: Beware of ghosts in the harem

Chapter 272 Dangerous!risk!risk! 5
"Ye Xingzhi will be here soon. If he finds out that Fengyan has escaped now, do you think she is still alive?"

Duan Tianling's speech was very slow, so cold that there was no emotion.

Even pretending to have no emotion at all.

"No...she won't die. You let her go, keep her away from here..."

His voice was mechanical, "I warned her, but it's a pity she didn't listen and wanted to make trouble here..."

"Stop talking...you let her go, let her go far away..."

"I don't want her to leave, that's why I came to you."

Baitang felt a bit adventurous, so he leaned over to have a look.

But at the same time, he was a little worried, because he lit the candlestick, and it was lit underneath.

If it was really dark, she would dare to poke her head out.

After hesitating for a moment, he still didn't poke his head out, but just changed his posture and sat down.

The moment he turned around, he saw a sculpture-like person on the second floor slowly turning his face.

She moved very slowly, like a wind-up toy, and seemed to be able to make a clicking sound.

Baitang frowned slightly, and his attention had shifted to the Queen Mother.

Now that he is in her territory, maybe meeting her will be more terrifying than being discovered by Duan Tianling.

Baitang remained calm, but the voice from downstairs could no longer be heard, the beeping sound was like a mosquito, it only made people feel disturbed.

Her eyes were only fixed on the woman who turned her head, and her gray hair slowly poured down from her shoulders as her head turned.

Such long hair, dry and grassy, ​​yet neatly combed.

I don't know if it's true or not, but Baitang felt that he could even see the spider webs on her hair.

How long has she been sitting like this?
Isn't there a maid who delivers meals every day?

She turned her head almost 45 degrees, and turned her whole face to Baitang.

When Baitang thought he would see a frighteningly old face, he was surprised to find that it was just a young woman.

Faint eyebrows, blurred but lifeless eyes, small nose and lips.

Her lips were bloodless, just like her face as white as paper.

(End of this chapter)