The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

In the dead of night, the leaves were rustling with the wind, and the branches swayed like a devil with teeth and claws.

Yu Cang sneaked into Huo Baiyuan's villa and felt a biting chill, which made him shiver.

In the dim hall, there was no one, and the bleak moonlight shone in, adding a little more haziness.

Yu Cang fumbled upstairs, and as soon as he raised his head, he suddenly saw a figure appear in front of him. He was so frightened that he suddenly had a cardiac arrest, and quickly raised the gun in his hand.

There was a woman at the entrance of the study, wearing a neat nightdress, sitting in a wheelchair, her head drooping, her black hair hanging down, just blocking her face.

Damn, isn't Huo Baiyuan no one at home?

Yu Cang put his finger on the trigger of the gun, pressed his throat, and said to the woman in a threatening tone: "I'm sorry, I went to the wrong door, I will leave immediately, you'd better keep quiet."

The woman did not speak.

Yu Cang heaved a sigh of relief and turned around to leave. Suddenly he felt that something was wrong. He turned his head back, squinted his eyes and looked at the woman carefully, and asked softly, "Hey, are you okay?"

The woman still didn't react at all.

It's really evil.

Is it deaf or dumb?

Yu Cang was courageous and curious, so he held the gun directly and walked on tiptoe.

When he walked to the wheelchair, he bent over and drew the woman's hair with a gun. Under the moonlight, he saw the woman's eyes closed, her face pale as paper, her lips slightly purple, and she looked lifeless.

What the **** is this?

Yu Cang tentatively stretched out his hand and placed it between the woman's nose, his eyes widened in astonishment.

This woman...is not breathing!

In a panic, she accidentally touched the woman's face, and she tilted her head to the side and leaned heavily on the wheelchair.

The woman's skin is stiff and cold, without a hint of temperature.

Yu Cang grabbed the gun, turned around and ran away.

——

"dead?!"

In the dilapidated factory, several people are sitting on the cement pipe.

Lu Mingke didn't believe Yu Cang's words: "Did you make a mistake?"

Yu Cang took a sip of wine and was shocked: "No breath, no heartbeat, no pulse, his body is cold and hard, like a stone, do you think it's a dead person!"

dead…

Yun Ci sat next to him, recalling the last time he went to Huo Baiyuan's house, that woman was indeed wrong.

"Is she in a wheelchair? Her hair is so long that it covers her face?"

"Yes! How did you know?!" Yu Cang looked at Yunci incredulously.

Yun Ci tapped the beer bottle with his finger: "I have seen it, Huo Baiyuan said, that is his wife."

Yin Wan licked the lollipop, her immature little face showed no fear at all, and he said with a tut: "Leave the dead at home, Huo Baiyuan is really a pervert!"

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Yu Cang yelled, holding his head, "It's so **** bad, I even said a few words to her!"

at the same time.

With a click, Huo Baiyuan opened the door and walked into the villa.

He did not turn on the light and came to the second floor. He saw the woman in the wheelchair sitting at the entrance of the study. His lips were slightly bent, and he walked quickly, squatting down on the wheelchair, and reaching out to touch the woman's head, his voice was soft like a feather .

"I'm back, are you waiting for me?"

The answer to him was a dead silence.

Huo Baiyuan was used to it a long time ago. He picked up the woman, walked into the bedroom, gently put the woman on the bed, and lifted her to cover the quilt.

Then, grabbing the woman's arm, a small green corpse spot appeared on the skin.

Huo Baiyuan rubbed the corpse spots with his fingertips, and even smiled: "Are you hungry? It's time to eat."