Her heart was ripped out alive, and her body was buried on a barren hill outside Beijing.
The soul was bound underground with the body for a long time, and it was not until someone dug her out of the soil that Mu Wanwan's soul was freed from the darkness.
Immediately afterwards, she saw the man in a black suit kneeling on the ground, holding her stinking corpse in his arms with trembling hands.
The movements are careful and gentle, as if caring for the most beautiful treasure in the world.
The temperature inside the mountain was very low. Although Mu Wanwan's body hadn't started to rot yet, it had already started to grow scars and stink.
But the man hugged her horrific corpse tightly, with great force, as if he wanted to rub her corpse into his blood and bones.
Seeing the pain written on the man's familiar face, Mu Wanwan opened her mouth and shouted.
"Brother Sihan!"
But Bao Sihan couldn't hear him, he buried his face in the neck of the corpse, his body was trembling.
Crying like a trapped animal, depressing and desperate.
After an unknown amount of time, Bao Sihan took out a string of jet-black beads from his pocket, and put them on the wrist of the corpse in his arms.
With that string of beads, the stench from the corpse miraculously disappeared.
Mu Wanwan has a lot of research on antiques, and she recognized the string of beads at a glance, which are the magic beads that can make corpses immortal.
"Wanwan, I'll take you home." Bo Sihan's deep and magnetic voice was filled with a strange daze, he lowered his head and kissed the pale lips of the corpse lightly, then got up and left with the corpse in his arms.
*****
For the next six months, Mu Wanwan's soul followed Bao Sihan.
Bao Sihan put her body in the villa where they lived together before, and lived with her like a husband and wife. He helped her take a bath every day, helped her to dress up beautifully, talked with her, watched TV and chatted with her three times a day. meal.
Although it was just a corpse that would never respond to him again, he enjoyed it so much.
Even, when he slept with her dead body in his arms every night, he would always kiss her lips and say goodnight to her.
Mu Wanwan felt that Bo Sihan was crazy, because of losing her.
She never thought that Bao Sihan would love her so much.
Originally, Mu Wanwan thought that Bao Sihan would continue to go crazy like this, until half a year later, Bao Sihan's subordinates brought all those who killed her to the villa.
"Wanwan, are you lonely by yourself?" In the early morning, Bao Sihan changed her clothes and put on makeup as usual.
Only this time, he changed Mu Wanwan into a white wedding dress, and he also put on a white tuxedo.
It was the first time Mu Wanwan saw Bao Sihan wearing a tuxedo. He was originally beautiful, the kind of beauty that blurred his gender, but his eyebrows and eyes were particularly aggressive, making people dare not blaspheme .
"Wanwan, we will be reunited soon, so you don't have to be afraid of being alone anymore." Bao Sihan whispered in the corpse's ear, like an affectionate whisper between sympathizers.
Next, Mu Wanwan saw Bao Sihan put her on the wheelchair and pushed her out.
When the people who were tied up in the living room saw Bao Sihan and the wheelchair he was pushing, they seemed to have seen a ghost!
It's a pity that their mouths were sealed and they could only make whining sounds.
Mu Wanwan took out a small bomb detonator after seeing Bao Sihan dismiss the idlers and others.
"No!" Following Mu Wanwan's heart-piercing scream, Bao Sihan pressed the detonator in his hand without hesitation.
boom-
Following a loud noise, Mu Wanwan's world returned to darkness. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com