strictlysupreme Chapter 250 Painted Skin
Chapter 250 Painted Skin
Under the gaze of everyone, the scholar raised his eyes and scanned the entire room. His gaze lingered slightly when it met the woman, but quickly moved away.
Then he actually looked at the young girls around him with lustful eyes. The frivolous and playful look in his eyes made the girls feel a chill in their hearts.
Then, in front of everyone, the scholar walked lightly and came straight to a young and beautiful girl.
The little girl has an exquisite appearance, with hair like black gold, skin like snow, eyes like stars, and she is timid but can't hide her elegance.
The scholar smiled faintly, took out a thick stack of banknotes from his sleeve, placed them in front of the madam, and said loudly: "I want this girl."
After saying this, her eyes were full of complacency and she didn't even look at her ex-lover.
This result shocked everyone, but also made everyone feel it was natural.
Yes, it is easy to figure it out. The scholar is now a prominent figure with great honors.
Looking at the woman, the years have quietly left traces on her face, and her former beauty has been replaced by a bit of haggardness.
In order to make a living, she was forced to receive countless customers in brothels over the years, and her former purity and liveliness had long been gone.
I'm afraid that in the scholar's heart at this moment, such a woman is no longer worthy of standing by his side.
Only a young and inexperienced child can match his current noble status and demonstrate his glory and extraordinaryness.
The red candles flickered, and the light and shadows danced in the bridal chamber. After the scholar redeemed the young girl, he spent the wedding night with her.
The scholar held the young girl's hand and stepped into the bridal chamber filled with joy.
The girl had a rosy face, and her eyes were filled with shyness and ignorance, just like the girl Juer used to be.
The scholar looked at her with burning desire in his eyes.
He gently lifted the woman's red veil, revealing her charming appearance, and whispered sweet words that he had said countless times in a soft voice, while his fingers gently stroked the woman's hair.
Afterwards, he slowly embraced the woman in his arms, and in this ambiguous atmosphere, he wanted to enjoy the pleasure of lovemaking with her.
The vows and old love have long been thrown out of this new house and disappeared into thin air.
Just when the scholar was about to blow out the candle and spend a night of love with the young girl.
In the bridal chamber, lit by red candles, the young girl opened her red lips and looked at the scholar with clear eyes. She asked timidly, "Sir, why didn't you choose my sister who was once deeply in love with you, but chose me?"
The scholar's eyes were a little evasive at first, but he quickly calmed down and said slowly without any guilt:
"Your sister is old and haggard, and no longer as charming as before. How can she stay by my side anymore?
I am now extremely noble, so I should be paired with a young and pretty person, which is in line with my status and position."
After saying this, he raised his chin slightly, as if he was quite satisfied with his decision.
The young girl nodded slightly when she heard this, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her lips. She murmured, "In this case, I am really lucky to have the favor of you, young master."
Seeing the young girl nod, the scholar smiled slightly and said slowly:
"You are lucky to be born with such a beautiful face. Just by chance, I was able to redeem you and get you out of that brothel and the place of wine and women."
The young girl nodded slightly, as if she was very sure of her own beauty. Then, with her eyes full of affection, she gently opened her red lips and asked, "Sir, am I very beautiful?"
The voice was soft and gentle, with a hint of girlish shyness and expectation.
Hearing the woman's words, the scholar's eyes were full of amusement and pampering. He reached out and gently stroked the woman's hair, saying softly: "You are so beautiful, like a fairy descending to the earth, making me intoxicated."
After that, the atmosphere in the room became more ambiguous, and the candlelight flickered.
At this moment, a cold wind suddenly blew in the room and blew out the candle.
Although the man was somewhat curious about where the wind came from in this enclosed residence, he did not take it to heart. At this moment, it was worth a thousand gold. He indulged in this tender time and did not want to think about anything else.
The moment the candlelight suddenly went out, darkness spread rapidly like ink.
The young girl lightly turned forward and took the upper position. In the darkness, she asked again: "Am I beautiful?"
The voice was eerily ethereal in the silence. The scholar was about to open his lips to answer.
In an instant, a strong and disgusting smell of blood, flesh and decay came to the nose, just like the miasma gushing out of the underworld, instantly filling the entire space.
The darkness was like a ferocious beast, swallowing up all the light. The scholar tried his best to explore under the hazy moonlight, but his sight could only catch a glimpse of vague outlines.
At this moment, his intuition seemed to be gripped by a demon, and fear drowned him like a surging tide, and his body and mind trembled violently uncontrollably.
In the moonlight, the scholar saw the girl slowly raise her hand and slowly pull the delicate face apart from the middle.
With a horrifying tearing sound, the hideous and horrifying flesh and blood inside was revealed, with eerie white bones, flowing mucus, and crisscrossing blood vessels...
The evil spirit from the depths of hell now appears!
This woman turned out to be a painted-skin evil ghost!
The scholar was terrified when he saw this scene. He wanted to scream, but he found that his throat was like being strangled by an iron clamp due to his fear and he couldn't make any sound.
The evil ghost opened his bloody mouth, revealing sharp fangs, with foul-smelling saliva flowing between his teeth.
It leaned over and licked the scholar's face with its barbed tongue, then bit his neck fiercely, and blood spurted out like a fountain.
Blood splashed onto the bed. The scholar's body twitched violently, and his hands waved feebly.
All resistance is in vain!
The evil ghost laughed wildly and continued to tear at his body, tearing off his flesh piece by piece and feasting on it.
Soon, only a pile of bones remained of the scholar, which looked chilling in the moonlight.
After the meal, the evil spirit disappeared into the darkness, leaving only the blood and deathly silence in the room.
The ancient Peach Alliance at Du eventually turned to dust, and the scholar's unfaithfulness brought disaster upon himself.
The hidden hatred in Painted Skin will last forever, and the blood debt is hard to pay off.
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"Senior Sister... Is it time to eat... Senior Sister Qingqing?"
"Sister?"
In a quiet corner of the Sanzhen Dharma Palace, shouts like a broken gong echoed outside the door.
It turns out that all of the above are stories from a novel read by Miao Qingqing, the eldest sister of the Sanzhen Dharma Sect.
Hearing Hao Guang's cry, she closed the book, feeling angry in her heart. What kind of bullshit story was this? It must be some kind of evil book bought by Hao Guang and Meng Ning.
Unconsciously, she moved to the mirror, staring at the beautiful face in the mirror, thinking to herself:
Appearance is really of vital importance to women.
But time is merciless, no matter how beautiful your face is, it will eventually fade away.
Will my true love also feel disgusted with my aging face?
"Is Senior Sister still alive? Don't die!"
"If you're not dead, get up quickly! Xiao Hai's class is about to start!"
While she was thinking, Hao Guang came outside the door again, urging her to practice. It was time for little brother Haishan to give her a lesson.
"Hey~ Here it comes. Stop shouting! Of course this child is alive!"
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