The heroine has been with me for a hundred years

It was night, Jiang Yin watched An and An Ran fall asleep.

During the day, she once told An He that she should wait for the opportunity and wait for the right time.

But in fact, these are just pretexts. There is no opportunity for this kind of thing, only to do or not to do it, to pay or not to take action.

"Wait for me to come back." Jiang Yin said softly, leaned down and kissed An He's forehead, and then put the bag containing the powder next to An He's pillow, and did not leave until everything was done. go.

Because of her special status, those ghosts are often afraid of her, and they usually don't do any harmful things to her.

But after all, her strength was weakened by more than half before she came to this world, so in the following process, she does not guarantee whether she will...

But it will definitely succeed, for myself and for peace.

Thinking like this, Jiang Yin turned her head to look at An He who was sleeping on the bed, and then quietly went out the door.

……

An He didn't sleep well this time.

She felt as if she had fallen into a deep quagmire, surrounded by turbulent mud and countless hands, no matter how hard she struggled, it was useless, and those hands would still pull her back again, as if to pull her directly Drowning in this mud.

An He frowned and struggled, her hands and feet kept swinging back and forth, and finally woke up from this nightmare.

It was still night at this time, the night was very dark, and the room was pitch black.

An He sighed, originally wanted to get out of bed to drink some water to calm down, but when she turned on the night light beside the bed, she suddenly found that Jiang Yin was gone.

The small bed that belonged to her was already empty at this time, An He went up and put her hands on the bed, and found that she might have been away for a long time, and even the body temperature left on the bedding was long gone. .

Where did you go...?

An He was stunned, and subconsciously looked around for a week to see if she was still in this room, but accidentally saw the small bag placed beside his pillow.

This time, she immediately understood.

Jiang Yin was hiding this from her and went out to deal with this matter by herself.

"Tsk." After realizing this, An He frowned immediately.

She didn't think about anything else, but turned around, picked up the small bag and held it tightly in her arms, then went to the door, took a deep breath, twisted the lock, and softly opened the room in front of her. Door.

The door opened so quietly.

What appeared in front of her eyes was no longer the scene she saw in the villa on weekdays. The entire corridor was covered with all kinds of thorns, and the walls turned dark red. Still trembling slightly.

It looks... It looks like skinless flesh and blood vessels intertwined together.

At the moment when he saw the scene in front of him, a sense of discomfort suddenly surged up, making An He feel the twisted pain in his stomach as if someone had punched him a few times.

"Damn." An He cursed in a low voice, gritted his teeth and stepped forward, moving forward quietly with the faint light.

103.

102.

101.

What she didn't expect was that the door of 101 was open. Wang Shanshan, who had shut herself up for a whole day, somehow figured it out, and unexpectedly opened the door.

Due to her grudge against her, An He didn't call her, but just glanced in quietly when passing by the door.

This look was really unforgettable for her.

It was originally a room for two people, but now only Wang Shanshan was left alone.

And Han Cheng was no longer what it used to be. What appeared in front of An He were pieces of bloody flesh, big and small, scattered on the floor in a mess.

The only thing that was still intact was his frightened and regretful head.

"Hee hee hee..." Wang Shanshan was smiling ferociously and horribly. She hugged Han Cheng's head tightly, like a child who had lost candy and finally found it again. Full of smiles.

"In this way, you won't betray me anymore." Wang Shanshan said softly, as if she was whispering to Han Cheng in her arms, "It's not for money or status, it's just for me, because you love me, So in the end choose to be with me forever, right?"

Naturally, no one responded to her.

Han Cheng didn't respond to her matters when he was alive, and it's even less likely that he will after his death.

An He sighed, and continued to quicken his pace.

Jiang Yin didn't know where she was. The villa was very quiet at this time, and no sound could be heard at all.

An He went to the third floor first, came to the room where Hu Wanjun and Yang Ting lived and opened the door gently, but still did not see Jiang Yin's shadow.

Only Yang Ting stood alone in the darkness with her head buried deeply.

An He was taken aback, and reflexively took a few steps back, but suddenly found that Yang Ting in front of him was flying in the air. When he looked closely, he saw that it was Yang Ting, it was just a piece of paper hanging on a hanger. It's just the skin on it.

Seeing such a scene, An He not only felt creepy.At the same time, he became more and more worried about Jiang Yin's safety.

"Wait for me." She put her hand on the small bag she carried on her chest and made up her mind secretly, then turned around without looking back, and continued on the road to find Jiang Yin.

An He felt that this might be the bravest thing she had ever done in her life.

Walking alone in the dark and extremely weird villa, even though there were countless dangers lurking around him, he did not flinch at all, and continued to move forward bravely.

To find her Jiang Yin, for Jiang Yin and for herself.

Thinking of this, An He stood at the stairs and listened for a while with her eyes closed.

In fact, since just now, she has discovered that the villa does not seem to be completely quiet, and there is a very faint and hard to detect sound ringing in her ears all the time.

It was similar to the thumping sound of a beating heart, again and again, the source seemed far away, but gradually became clearer as she moved forward.

It seemed to come from above.

Could it be that this villa actually has a fourth floor?

An He paused, quickly raised his eyes and looked around, but didn't see any way to the roof.

In this case, it means that there must be a secret passage in that room.

Will it be in Hu Wanjun and Yang Ting's house?

Such an idea popped up in An He's mind instantly.

The dark red walls and thorns that looked like blood vessels, coupled with the inaudible heartbeat, actually made An He guess the truth.

This house is actually Hu Wanjun.

These walls are probably made of her flesh and blood, those thorns are her blood vessels, and the owner of that heartbeat is naturally her heart.

A precious thing like the heart should naturally be kept in the safest place.

Where is the safest?

top floor.

Where are the stairs to the top floor?

Definitely in her house.

Thinking of this, An He adjusted the flashlight that came with the phone to the brightest, and rushed into Hu Wanjun's room, trying to find clues.

The skin hanging on the hanger twisted as she came in, as if it would rush up in the next second, it was extremely terrifying.

But An He was not afraid. Instead, he turned his head to look at the skin, and whispered to it: "Be honest, if you don't want to lose the last skin."

I don't know if her threat had an effect, but as soon as she finished speaking, the Piguo really stopped shaking.

An He sighed, regained his thoughts, and searched desperately in the house.

Finally, she found that there seemed to be some mechanism behind the small lamp beside the bed.

It is a button that can be rotated, and there is a pick and groove next to the button.

An He held the button and turned it. After turning the needle into the groove, he heard a bang.

A large square hole appeared in the ceiling at some point, and then a ladder slowly descended from it, gradually connecting with the ground.

The ladder was actually made of meat, and the steps under his feet were made of flesh and blood wrapped in film, and they were even trembling slightly.

And the armrest is even more scary, it is soft and extremely elastic tendons.

"It's all fake." An He repeated this sentence several times in his heart to cheer himself up, and then he stepped up the ladder and gradually walked to the top floor.

It was also with her approaching that the heartbeat sounded a little louder and more intense, as if he had discovered her as an unexpected guest, he was extremely excited and angry.

The ladder under his feet suddenly shook at this moment, An He gritted his teeth, pulled those tendons and walked forward desperately, and finally reached the top floor.

Compared with other floors, the top floor is brighter, and Anhe's line of sight is also wider.

"Jiang Yin?" An He softly called Jiang Yin's name, "Are you here?"

No one agrees.

But An He didn't give up, and continued to call Jiang Yin's name several times unwillingly, and finally got a response.

"I'm here..." A voice sounded from the darkness. Although An He couldn't see Jiang Yin's person, she could tell that the voice belonged to her.

"Are you okay?" Hearing her weak voice, An He suddenly felt worried, "Are you okay, are you injured?"

"I'm fine." Jiang Yin said, "Now all the dangers have been resolved by me, and nothing will happen in this room from now on."

"But my foot is hurt and I can't walk now, can you come and help me..."

"Okay." An He responded, and was about to step forward, but suddenly heard Jiang Yin calling her like this.

"Li Mo."

An He stopped immediately.

"Come on?" Seeing her stop in the dark, Jiang Yin seemed a little puzzled, and quickly continued to call her, "Come and help me."

"No need." An He shook his head, frowning tightly, "Because you are not Jiang Yin at all, are you?"