C518 Is he possessed (1/2)

Aunt Xiao gritted her teeth and closed the door. She turned around to light the candle, but the door creaked again and slowly opened — —

A chilly wind blew past, and she couldn't help but shiver as a trace of fear crept into her heart.

”What kind of person is pretending to be mysterious?”

However, inside the house outside the house, it was completely silent. No one answered.

”Bam!” At this moment, another gust of wind blew, and the window was blown back and forth twice.

”So it's the wind.” Auntie Xiao breathed a sigh of relief. She endured the pain as she groped around for something. She lit the oil lamp, closed the window and returned to her bed.

When he walked to the bedside and looked down, he discovered that the two shoes had disappeared – what was going on?

A slight chill crept up her back, and when she looked at her feet again, she was sure they weren't wearing shoes. Her shoes … Where did she go? She looked around the room.

Suddenly her toes felt cold, as if someone had touched her.

”...” ”Who?” She quickly withdrew her foot. The candle flame in the room suddenly went out again, and the room became dark again. Her heart skipped a beat, and she clutched her chest tightly.

”Lian, Lian Ruyue, if it's you, stop playing tricks on us. It's no use. You and Rong Xue are dead this time.”

She quickly got into bed and hid under the blanket. However, when she looked at the top of the bed, a face suddenly appeared in front of her — —

”Lian … Lian Xian …” She rolled off the bed and closed her eyes tightly, a look of horror on her face.

Even the immortal, that … Dead.

Auntie Xiao gathered her courage and slowly opened her eyes, but her face was gone. She let out a long sigh and leaned against the bed. Only then did she realize that her entire body was drenched.

She had just seen the dead Fifth Miss' Lian Xian's appearance. No, this was just an illusion. The immortal appearance had already been dead for many years and it was impossible for her to return. This must be an illusion.

She swallowed hard, and a chill went up her spine as she thought of that face.

The next morning, Aunt Xiao got up. She was scared the night before and actually felt a bit dizzy.

When she moved out of the room, she heard Aunt Zhao and the other concubines and maidservants discussing something.

Aunt Zhao leaned in close to the crowd, lowered her voice and said mysteriously, ”Who do you think I saw last night when I woke up?” ”I can't believe I saw the shadow of Fifth Miss floating from here to there. She looks really scary …”

”Aunt Zhao, you saw it too?” Another Aunt Yao said in surprise, ”I saw it too. Although I was startled, I thought I was seeing things.”

”You saw it too?” Aunt Zhao's face turned pale.

”Hmm, I also saw her face. She looked very scary. Her face was rotten and full of pus. Her arms were also full of pus. Drops of pus fell from her face. I almost died from fright.” Grand Concubine Yao seemed to have a lingering fear in her heart as she clutched her chest, her face pale.

When Aunt Xiao heard their discussion, her heart shook and she was suddenly stunned —

Wasn't last night her imagination?

”The Fifth Miss died outside the house at that time and was not carried inside, so the people inside weren't sure how she died, but I once heard from the mama that she died in a very miserable manner, I don't know what kind of illness she died from, her body was festering, full of pustules, she was unable to recover even after applying medicine, and finally her body stank, and everything within a hundred meters of her body can be smelled. Finally, she died of rotting flesh, and after dying, there was only a mat made of grass.”

When Auntie Xiao heard this, she slowly squeezed the handkerchief.