The Clingy Spirit Of The Blackened Male Partner [BL/QT/edited MTL]

The Male Protagonist And The Male Counterpart Are Together 13-14-15

But many of those so-called experts are liars, useless at all, and have gone back and forth several times.

Mr. Duan has tried various methods, but with little effect. He will not leave Yecheng unless he has to. All his foundations are in Yecheng. Once he moves to another place, everything will have to start again. How could he be willing to do so?

That bastard is ready to die, but he still wants to make trouble for the Duan family.

They are all members of the Duan family, yet he dares to come back for revenge!

He must find a way to suppress that bastard.

Mr. Duan's eyes darkened, and he pinched the appendix on his neck, hoping that the Taoist priest invited this time would be useful.

Just when Mr. Duan finally fell asleep, a scream sounded in Duan's house, but for some reason, the servants didn't hear it.

The voice came from the third concubine's room. The third concubine was quite favored in the mansion, and her status had always been stable. However, in the past few months, the mansion had been too chaotic, and she had no intention of competing for favor. The fourth concubine's death before, it made her feel so scared that she even wanted to pack up Xinruan and leave the Duan Mansion.

She knew what she had done, so when the house was not at peace, she couldn't help but feel guilty.

The third concubine sent the maid out to keep watch, and lit the lights in the room brightly. She felt more at ease now.

The third concubine pressed her neck and was about to go to bed when she suddenly heard a misty voice. It was the sound of reading that she was very familiar with. It was faint and ethereal, and seemed to come from a very far away place. The male voice was hollow, but the originally elegant poem frightened the third concubine.

She staggered back a step and wanted to call the maid in, but she shouted several times, but the maid seemed not to hear her. There was no movement at all. The whole empty room was like a cage imprisoning her.

The third concubine turned her head inadvertently and when she faced the glass mirror in the room, her face suddenly turned pale and she almost couldn't breathe.

Because she was favored by the master, even if she had no heirs, all the supplies were of the best quality. The glass mirror from the West was her favorite thing, and it could perfectly show off her beauty.

But at this moment, the third aunt couldn't avoid it, and she was so frightened that she couldn't make a sound in her throat. She frantically tried to escape, but her feet couldn't freeze, and she could only stare at the mirror with her eyes.

In the clear mirror, the third concubine's figure is still graceful, but her face, neck, and arms are covered with maggots everywhere. Those terrible maggots are squirming and densely packed, as if they are going to drown the third concubine.

Many maggots burrowed into the third aunt's eyes and skin. The beautiful face of the third concubine was twisted and squirming, and the flesh on the surface was bitten away bit by bit, revealing the flesh, blood and bones inside.

The third aunt was stagnant for a long time, and finally broke down and screamed. Her sharp nails, dyed with beautiful nail polish, started scratching her body crazily, trying to drive away all the maggots.

As if she didn't know the pain, she scratched numbly, leaving streaks of blood on her face, and blood beads mixed in between his fingernails.

The third concubine went crazy quickly. She just felt that this was not enough. Her throat was itchy, as if there were insects crawling around. It made her tremble uncomfortably, so she scratched her neck even more crazily.