Chapter 1068 Mask. (First Update! Please Subscribe!)

In her sleep, the pink bride felt more and more cold.

Gradually, she always felt that something was wrapped around her neck, and it became very difficult to breathe.

The long black hair was like an ink-colored stream, spreading and rising little by little, and soon filled the entire boudoir.

The slender and tough hair, dexterous as a snake, was inserted into the tent, wrapped around the pink bride's neck, and then tightened...

The pink bride's eyes were closed tightly, her originally rosy complexion gradually turned blue, her calm expression revealed a look of struggle.

She really wanted to wake up, but if her eyelids were heavy, she couldn't open them no matter what.

Soon, her breath began to weaken.

Suddenly, a bloodstain suddenly appeared between the eyebrows of the pink bride, and immediately, a blood-colored eye full of hatred, coldness, and anger opened suddenly!

At the same time, all the strands of hair wrapped around the pink bride's neck broke instantly.

The slender and graceful body sat up suddenly, and the red bride opened her eyes, but she was already awake, but at the same moment, the blood-colored pupils between her eyebrows were forcibly erased by some dark power.

The pink bride's complexion changed suddenly, and without any hesitation, she turned over and got off the bed immediately, but before her feet hit the ground, a maid poked her head from the side. A mask as smooth as a mirror.

The pink bride was startled. This is the maid who served her, but hasn't the other party been killed by her?

Before she could think about it carefully, the next moment, the servant girl raised her sleeves, stretched out a pair of white, slender, but icy catkins, and instantly grabbed the pink bride by the throat!

The strong sense of suffocation was like a raging tide, instantly submerging the pink bride. She struggled vigorously, but the servant girl's hands, like iron hoops made of thousands of years of black ice, firmly restrained her, making it impossible for her to resist.

Struggling to no avail, the pink bride suddenly thought of something, grabbed the maid's mask, and took it off abruptly!

The mask fell off, immediately revealing a delicate face, with arched eyebrows and big eyes, eyebrows aligned and bangs scattered in front of the forehead, between the brows was a habitual obedience, the next moment, all the maid's movements froze, and her body began to rot rapidly.

The originally white and youthful body turned into a highly decomposed female corpse in an instant, festering everywhere, and yellow pus flowing freely.

The pink bride hurriedly broke away from the other party, and immediately got out of bed, and immediately ran outside without even having time to change the dress.

"Step, step, step..."

The gorgeous skirt kept swaying, and the pink bride quickly walked around the screen and ran to the door, but she pulled hard, but the door did not move at all, it was still tightly closed, and could not be opened at all.

At this time, the maid in front of the bed slowly turned around. With this movement, the pus flowed all over her body more intensely, and an eyeball rolled out of the eye socket, splashing foul-smelling blood on the ground.

The servant girl shouted faintly: "Miss, where are you?"

Before she finished speaking, she stepped forward, walked towards the pink bride, raised her sleeves again, and stretched out a pair of slender hands, but at this moment, these hands were black and blue, bloody, rotten, and pieces of flesh fell from time to time Going down, "slaps" and "slaps" filled the passing places.

In the boudoir, a gloomy and cold atmosphere quickly permeated, and the whole embroidered building felt like an ice cellar.

The stench of rotting is strong and substantial, disgusting.

Although the boudoir is relatively spacious compared to ordinary girls' residences, after all, the space is limited and it is difficult to hide.

Seeing the maid gradually approaching, the pink bride frowned slightly, grabbed the hand of the door, and tried a little harder, desperately trying to open the door.

But no matter how hard she tried, how she punched and kicked, the seemingly exquisite door in front of her was as heavy as a mountain, and even if she tried her best, she couldn't shake it at all.

This does not seem to be an unlocked door, but an immovable mountain!

"Miss, so you are here!"

The servant girl's voice sounded behind her, and the cold breath was like a violent cold wave, rushing towards the pink bride, drowning her almost instantly.

The rotten and smelly claws protruded little by little, as if they were about to grab the pink bride's neck again.

At the critical moment, the pink bride suddenly picked up the mask she just snatched, and put it on her face!

In an instant, a strong coldness hit her whole body, and the pink bride shivered uncontrollably, only to feel that the front of her eyes suddenly dimmed, and everything she saw was gray, gloomy and confused, not like the world.

Immediately, she pulled the door forcefully again, but this time she did not encounter any obstacles, and the door was opened extremely lightly.

The pink bride fled outside without any hesitation.

The servant girl's voice came from behind: "Miss, don't run away..."

"Miss, where are you?"

"Miss……"

The night is low, the stars and the moon are dark, the drowsy mansion, with double eaves and pillars, row upon row, is as quiet as death.

"Step...step...step..."

The maid took a step forward and chased out of the room, "Pa-ta", "Pa-ta"... As she walked, pieces of rotten meat fell little by little, covering the places she passed.

The luxurious and huge house is like a silent beast under the night, watching this scene calmly.

...

at the same time.

In the bedroom of "Master Zheng".

"Squeak."

The door was suddenly pushed open.

"Master, Master..."

The servant girl's gentle and sweet voice came in gently.

Pei Ling woke up suddenly, and immediately asked without any hesitation, "What's the matter?"

As soon as the words fell, a familiar figure turned around the screen, wearing an indigo dress like yesterday, wearing a mask that looked like cast iron, and walked in with light steps. A five-petal sunflower sea bowl with gold leaf on its mouth.

In the sea bowl, the color of ink was heavy and there was steaming heat.

The servant girl said softly: "Master, the servant girl brought you medicine."

"I'll serve you while it's hot."

Pei Ling struggled to sit up, and soon found that her body was still weak, but perhaps due to eating and sleeping, her strength had recovered a lot. It seemed that she slept for a long time.

Thinking of this, he asked, "What time is it?"

The servant girl said softly: "Returning to the young master, it is now the hour of You."

As she spoke, she put the medicine on the table, walked to the bed, and helped Pei Ling up.

With the maid's support, Pei Ling saved a lot of energy when he got up. Seeing that the maid was about to bring medicine to feed him, he immediately said, "I'll drink the medicine later. I have something to ask you."

The servant girl immediately said respectfully: "Yes, young master."

Seeing that she was very cooperative, Pei Ling nodded slightly. It seemed that as long as she didn't fall asleep in front of the other party, this servant still listened to his young master very much.

Thinking of this, he immediately asked, "Do you know the Faceless Immortal?"

"Faceless Immortal?" The servant girl's tone was obviously a little hesitant, "I seem to have heard of it... but I can't remember it..."