MTL - Resurrection of Terror: My Eight Magical Skills Will Be Automatically Cultivated-Chapter 161

The look in Huang Ying's eyes was already full of sympathy.

Tears began to appear on the barrage.

[She is so pitiful...]

[Huang Ying did nothing wrong, but she has to face such an end. 】

【It's too nasty! Master Yuan is so **** good! 】

【...】

When everyone started to feel indignant for Huang Ying, Huang Ying smiled softly.

Everyone present understood why Huang Ying sang on the Fourth Young Master's birthday so much to confuse Master Yuan.

"Unexpectedly, after putting me in captivity, he seemed to have fun."

"More and more girls were caught by him and locked in the cellar..."

"The cellar is also getting bigger and bigger."

Huang Ying looked around.

Looking at the place where she had been imprisoned all her life.

She smiled miserably, as if with a chill.

"They were tortured to death one after another, but I survived..."

"Numerous suicides and rescued..."

"Wait, wait, I finally waited until the Fourth Young Master came to see me."

"He got it secretly, and when he saw me, apart from shock, all that was left was disgust. But it didn't matter anymore.

Huang Ying recalled that time.

After seeing the Fourth Young Master, she only made one request.

kill her?

reward

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The Fourth Young Master has an old love for Huang Ying after all.

I know for Huang Ying.

Death is more of a relief.

So the fourth young master killed Huang Ying with his own hands, and Huang Ying also showed a smile of understanding before he died.

It was very quiet in the basement.

Finally, a loud bang from Cui Yinyin slamming the wall broke the silence.

Cui Yinyin's eyes were blood red with anger, and the blood vessels in the basement moved more frequently.

It seems that the next second will be violent murder.

The fat man glanced at Cui Yinyin nervously.

"Sister, calm down a bit, but don't be uncontrollable and kill all our male compatriots present."

Cui Yinyin turned her head and glanced at Fatty.

The fat on the fat man's body trembled with fright.

Cui Yinyin sneered.

"Except my master, all other men are a virtue!"

The scholar and the fat man heard this.

Dare to be cold and not to be lucky

This time, Cui I?, has completely empathized with Huang Ying.

The eyes that looked at Huang Ying were full of pity.

Huang Ying met Cui Yinyin's gaze, but smiled softly.

"Sister, you don't have to show me that look, and I'm not too pitiful."

"After the fourth young master killed me, I became a ghost."

"The first thing I did was to destroy the Yuan family."

"Of course, including the Fourth Young Master."

The fat man opened his mouth.

"What a cruel woman..."

The audience in the live broadcast room who had begun to sympathize with Huang Ying also began to change their attitudes.

【Why did you want to kill the Fourth Young Master? The Fourth Young Master did nothing wrong! 】

[Fourth Young Master later became a tortoise, he was an accomplice in causing the tragedy. 】

[No, the biggest villain is just Master Yuan...]

【What are you saying upstairs? The entire Yuan family condoned this matter, they were all accomplices! Die well! 】

[It can't be said that, after all, in ancient times, power was higher than the sky, and others who helped Huang Ying would be seeking their own death. 】

【….】

No matter what the audience thinks, there is no way to change Huang Ying's mind.

Huang Ying: "When Master Yuan knelt down and begged me to let him go, it was the happiest moment in my life."

"But I found out that I can't leave here even after I die."

"It's like a lonely ghost and can only float in the house all the time."

"later"

"The world is slowly changing, but I'm still the same as when I died."

Huang Ying raised her hand and stroked her face.

That face does have crazy capital.

"Then I found out that Master Yuan and I are actually the same kind of people..."

"From me, he discovered the distortion that has been hidden in his heart."

"And I also found my own twist in him."

"When the blood splattered on my face, I found that I liked the feeling."

For the next four hundred years, no matter how the times change.

Those who entered the house were all played to death by Huang Ying.

She had completely indulged in the feeling of killing.

It's like opening Pandora's Box, she has no way to stop it.

Huang Ying flicked his sleeves again.

White snowflakes flew out from the sleeves, like snow-white butterflies.

Huang Ying covered her face with her sleeves, sobbing like a complaint.

"I also ask you to watch the officials and watch the last song of the little girl."

White snowflakes are flying and falling on human skin, but it is the sharpest weapon!

The masked woman hurriedly walked towards the house.

"You guys are staring at the live broadcast, and if something goes wrong, cut off the live broadcast!"

The person next to him should be in a hurry.

The purpose of revealing the truth of the world has been achieved.

Apart from the unexpected interruption of the live broadcast, it will not have much impact.

The masked woman looked down at the time.

"Hurry up..."

She put her hand on the door and pushed it hard.

The door remained motionless.

The masked woman froze for a moment.

Then tried again.

This time the feeling is more obvious.

There was a strong resistance at the gate.

The masked woman frowned and took a step back.

A rapidly spinning air mass condensed in her hand, her black hair flew and pushed the air mass to the door.

Unexpectedly, there seems to be a barrier between the gate and the air mass, and the air mass cannot reach the gate. The masked woman's face became more and more solemn, and she turned and walked quickly back to the monitor.

The person who had been following the masked woman asked suspiciously, "Aren't you going in?"

The masked woman stared firmly at the surveillance screen.

"This Xue Ji is able to completely isolate the space inside the house from the outside world..."

The person next to him opened his mouth in surprise.

"This, this, this..."

0??For flowers...

The masked woman was not in the mood to speak.

This Xue Ji is even more powerful than she imagined at first...

They didn't even notice it before!

She can't break the space of the house now.

The people inside can only rely on themselves...

But in the eyes of the masked woman, their chances of surviving are very slim!

The masked woman looked at Ye Hao who was calm in the picture.

Sadly sighed.

A useful person finally appeared, but he disappeared so soon.

The barrage in the live broadcast room was also full of worries about the few people in the basement. But in Cao Chaojian's chat group, the atmosphere was completely opposite.

[Grandpa Li: Lao Cao, all the calls from above have come to me. 】

[Grandpa Li: It's okay if you don't answer the phone all the time! 】

[Cao Chao: Mr. Li, you know, we have absolutely nothing to do! 】

[Grandpa Li: But you can really make it up now. 】

[Grandpa Li: According to Yun Zhongjun's speed, things should be almost over when you arrive at the place. You still have to talk about catching a few "inspiration" people. 】

[Wu Daochang: Lao Cao, you can tell me directly if you need any help. 】

[Cao Chao: You should cultivate with peace of mind. 】

[Cao Chao: Then I'll go now. If it's late, I'm worried that I won't be able to catch up. 】

Cao Chao put away his phone and finally opened the door of the office.

Everyone outside has mobile phones on their desktops, watching the live broadcast of the haunted house.