Thriller Game: Crazy Beauty Abducts Evil God Online

inside the room.

Nanxi watched Xi Jin walk away, then sat down in her chair with great satisfaction, feeling the exceptionally abundant energy within her body.

Suddenly, a gust of wind whistled past my ears.

"Whoosh!"

The room suddenly became extremely cold and damp, and even the air became thick and pungent, carrying a putrid and rotten smell.

Indistinctly.

A hoarse, strained voice seemed to rise from the cargo hold in the air. If Xi Jin's singing was like heavenly music, cleansing everyone's soul, then this voice was hoarse and broken, a voice like a cracked gong singing opera, sending chills down one's spine.

Nanxi turned her head.

Inside the room, a figure appeared. The person was tall, dressed in a red theatrical costume, and wore elaborate makeup. Based on the frame, it was clear the person was male, yet with such makeup and hairstyle, he appeared even more beautiful than a woman.

This is the actor ghost who has been causing harm in the old Xiyuan residence for so long, and he is also the protagonist in today's coffin.

The actor-ghost extended a finger, her movements nimble and graceful, making her exceptionally beautiful and highlighting her raspy voice even more: "How do you know Feng Tingting?"

He tried to pretend he didn't care at all, but he couldn't help it.

The next question was already uttered with impatience: "Do you know where she is right now?"

His voice betrayed his anxiety and urgency.

[An actor? Then wouldn't this person be a coffin ghost?]

Can someone with this voice sing opera?

[Their voice wasn't like this from the beginning. If it were, how could they have landed a lead role?]

Is there really a connection between this actress and Miss Feng?

"You like Feng Tingting?"

Nanxi didn't answer that question. Instead, she calmly asked a new question: "Didn't you say that Feng Tingting hasn't been at the Xiyuan Old House recently? How did you meet Feng Tingting? Actually, Feng Tingting didn't leave at all. She initially attended Master Feng's birthday banquet, and that's when you met, right?"

A barrage of questions came at me.

The actor ghost paused for a moment, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes, as if recalling some beautiful memory.

But that was only for a moment.

The actor ghost's eyes regained some clarity, the confusion within them disappeared, leaving only a cold and cruel killing intent.

He twirled twice, his long sleeves tracing graceful arcs, and words, tattered yet still uttering in the air, appeared in the air in the style of an actor's singing.

"Since you can't answer what I want to know, then you might as well die~"

The water sleeves danced.

Those soft, flowing sleeves suddenly became harder than steel, heading straight for Nanxi's neck!

And at that very moment.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the door was kicked open from the outside.

Xi Jin appeared in front of the two of them. He took two steps forward, grabbed the steel-like water sleeve with his large hand, and ripped it in two.

【Wow!】

[If I remember correctly, this actor ghost is the coffin ghost. Even after leveling up, King Ball still couldn't defeat it, which means the opponent is very strong!]

[But Xi Jin isn't... Oh, I almost forgot, because Xi Jin's usual behavior is so upright, I always thought he wasn't a ghost.]

Xi Jin is so amazing!

[Wow, that's amazing! But my sister Nan hasn't made a move yet.]

There was one more person in the room.

Nanxi could clearly feel that as soon as Xi Jin entered, the thick and oppressive atmosphere in the room completely dissipated, and there was a faint, comforting fragrance in the air.

Is Xi Jin trying to comfort himself?

"you?"

Upon seeing Xi Jin, the actor-ghost first gasped in surprise, then looked at Nanxi and asked, "This woman is yours? You? You actually..."

It is clear.

You could see a hint of apprehension on his face.

Xi Jin's brows furrowed somewhat, as if he was quite pleased with the scene he had just witnessed.

If I hadn't discovered something before leaving and rushed back, would Nanxi have already met with such a terrible fate?

And all of this was brought about by the person in front of me.

He slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong forearms with bulging veins, exuding an indescribable sense of security.

The actor ghost waved his water sleeves again.

The flowing sleeves seemed to transform into a sky full of fireworks, endlessly swirling and turning. Looking again, all that remained was a pile of white strips of cloth on the ground, while the actor ghost that should have been there had vanished.

"He ran away."

Xi Jin glanced at it briefly, then turned to look at Nanxi: "You must have been terrified."

【? 】

Who are you referring to?

I've noticed a pattern: it seems many of the male guests perceive Nanxi as a frail woman, too delicate to care for herself.

All I can say is, love has turned you all into fools.

Nanxi, on the contrary, looked meaningfully at the lump of water sleeves on the ground.

Since Xi Jin really needed to leave, the two chatted briefly before he left.

Xi Jin just left.

Nanxi picked up the clump of water sleeves from the ground and tried to put it into her pocket or backpack.

Now the water sleeve is just a strip of white cloth, so it was easy to put the water sleeve inside.

"You took this because..."

Qiuqiu was very puzzled by her behavior.

Nanxi: "Never mind."

……

Two hours passed quickly, and Nanxi returned to the wedding banquet.

Calling it a wedding banquet doesn't quite feel right.

Now, apart from the coffin on the threshold, only two tables of guests remain at the banquet. Some are servants from the Feng family, there to make it look lively, while the rest are just a few players.

The last moment before the gong is struck.

Peng Wenbo, who was at their table, arrived late, seemingly busy with something.

"I'm sorry I'm so late, there's something I need to do. Song Ke has disappeared for some reason, and I'm here looking for her, so..."

He was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

Nanxi's voice was clear and crisp: "No need to explain, nobody cares."

Such a beautiful face, such hurtful words.

Peng Wenbo: "..."

His face darkened for a moment, and he sat down without saying a word.

And at this moment, the second wedding banquet officially began.

Under the gloomy sky, a coffin placed on the threshold reeked of resentment, while in the courtyard behind them, a woman dressed in wedding attire and wearing a red veil walked in step by step.

Chen Mingyue whispered in Nanxi's ear, "Do you think this bride will survive?"

She felt this was very dangerous.

Nanxi raised an eyebrow, but before she could speak, she saw that the bride hadn't even reached the coffin when her body swayed and her head fell off again.

This time, the red veil did not cover the head, allowing those who came next to see the victim's face clearly.

"What?!"

Lin Qiuqin was the first to exclaim in surprise, then turned to look at someone on the table.

Peng Wenbo stared blankly at the head on the ground.

That was Song Ke's head, the one he had been searching for for a long time.