You Are My Gravity

And those three little ghosts, under the pressure of Zhou Ping's formation, their abilities will become weaker and weaker. Even at night, they desperately counterattack Zhong Wenqing, and Zhong Wenqing will be able to survive by daybreak.

Because their power has been weakened too much, their lethality is also limited.

Zhou Ping is not Zhong Wenqing. She is cruel, but not poisonous. She will not kill Zhong Wenqing. They are not willing to kill themselves.

What Zhou Ping wanted was Zhong Wenqing's own consequences, just to let her taste what she had done to others...

Zhou Ping has her own bottom line in doing things, and she never resorts to any means.

She spent so much effort stepping down such a battle today, not only to avenge the dead, but also hope that Zhong Wenqing can really repent and stop being obsessed with it.

Belief is not like this, nor is it like asking God to worship Buddha.

Doing so will only harm others and ourselves.

Zhong Wenqing was lying on the ground in embarrassment, the pain and the illusion of "death" made her pass out.

There was still pain on her face, at this time she thought she was really dead.

The three porcelain urns containing the little ghosts in the room are shaking, and they are also afraid and fearful.

The strong murderous aura, huge energy, and oppressive fear outside the door, they felt that they had finally replenished the ability last night, being melted and sucked away...

They are disturbed and fearful and want to escape from the urn. They want to wake Zhong Wenqing, but it is of no use.

Zhong Wenqing was lying on the ground still motionless, unaware of their requests for help.

...

I don’t know how long it took, Zhong Wenqing woke up, she thought she was in hell, she thought she was dead...

Because, she found herself in an empty room, surrounded by white, white, and white people, she shouted: "Where is this, is there anyone, where is this..."

She remembered that she was in a hotel room, so she opened her eyes and changed places.

Could it be... Is this the world after death?

Zhong Wenqing is even more panicked, no, she can't die, she is in the world, there is so much money, no flowers, she is famous, she is so popular, there are so many fans, she has not lived enough to be highly sought after, she Going back!

But when Zhong Wenqing was struggling to get up, she realized that she was tied to the bed.

The most frightening thing was that Zhong Wenqing found that the bandages trapped on her body were slowly tightening. The cloth strips without sharp edges were squeezed into the meat bit by bit, like a knife, cutting her meat into strips...

The blood quickly dyed the white bandage red, and Zhong Wenqing could no longer scream in pain.

It hurts too much, as if it was about to be removed. The bandages strangled the flesh and the bones. She could hear all those sounds...

Zhong Wenqing cried: "Is there anyone, let me go... let me go..."

Suddenly she heard someone ask softly: "Does it hurt?"

Zhong Wenqing opened her eyes suddenly and saw a face that had not been seen for many years.

She looked at the face hanging above her in horror, trembling with her mouth open and unable to make a sound...

The other party smiled and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Zhong Wenqi was scared and forgot to hurt, "Wan Xue... let me go... you let me go... why did you come to me, I don't know anything..."

The other party smiled: "What you have experienced now is what I have experienced..."