Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

Chapter 383 Infinite Thriller: Escape from the Women's Dormitory 5

"Shut up, shut up right there." The man's eyes were bloodshot from Chang Qing's words. What he couldn't accept the most was that he was abandoned by his biological mother. He seemed to have lost his mind and kept shouting, "I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you..."

After all, there is still a gap in physical strength between men and women. In addition, he didn’t even have time to sleep before he appeared here. His body really couldn’t hold on after a few rounds.

Even so, Chang Qing didn't let him go.

"If your mother knew you would grow up to be like this, she would have wanted to throw you into the toilet and drown you when she gave birth to you."

"The thing she regrets most in her life is bringing you into this world. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. She has always resented your mother, thinking that she owes you something. From you, I can tell that your mother must have suffered a lot when she was with your father."

She has never advocated using childhood trauma to attack others, but when faced with such a heartless scum, of course she would hit him where it hurts.

He thinks he is miserable, but aren't those innocent girls who were tortured and killed by him also miserable?

He's so shameless, relying on the inherent physical advantage of men to bully girls. If he were a grown man, would he dare to do that?

Chang Qing shouted at the girl, "What are you standing there for? Come and help me."

The girl looked at her but didn't rush over immediately.

She watched Chang Qing hiding here and there, and then wrestling with the man. After a moment's silence, she went up to grab the man's kitchen knife and chopped off the man's hand with one stroke.

With someone to help him, Changqing felt much more relaxed.

The three of them wrestled with each other, and all you could see was blood spurting out. The walls, the floor, and the refrigerator were all covered in blood.

As to whose it belongs, it is uncertain.

Seeing the man who was almost chopped into meat paste, I felt like vomiting.

Chang Qing reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling that he never wanted to eat things like ketchup and chili paste again in his life.

The girl was very quiet. Except for being particularly fierce when she was a man before, she now just stared at Chang Qing quietly, and then revealed a creepy smile.

Chang Qing was speechless and sighed slowly: "You should at least wait until I leave before you continue pretending."

This statement caught the girl off guard.

The girl fell silent, then suddenly said, "You really figured it out, so why are you still helping me?"

"If I listened to you and ran away, what would happen?"

"Then you will die."

The girl stared at Chang Qing, her watery eyes darkened for a second, then returned to their bright and white appearance. Her soft and boneless little hands gently stroked Chang Qing's fragile white neck, and she leaned against him. Her cold breath brushed against Chang Qing's neck, making the tiny hairs stand up.

"If you run, I will kill you."

As she spoke, she put her hands around Chang Qing's neck. The blood on her chest stained Chang Qing's work clothes red. Her tone was intimate and gentle: "Stay with me, okay? When I'm with you, I feel my brain is much clearer."

Changqing tried to push her away.

"I think there's something ambiguous between us. There should still be some distance between humans and ghosts."

The girl was silent, the girl chuckled, the girl refused to give in.

"Follow me, I can keep you safe."

Chang Qing was like an old monk in meditation, without any desires or requests, but the girl refused to let go and said, "I know you still have friends, and I can help you protect them. Besides, I have a lot of money here, you can spend it however you want."

“What a great temptation.”

Chang Qing was very tempted. After all, with a boss protecting them, Zhang Wanyi and the others would be safe.

She looked at the girl who was now covered in blood and closed her eyes tightly.

Forget it, she thought, she didn’t really love money that much, she could still try harder.

The girl pouted and reluctantly restored her face to its original appearance before she died.

With a wave of his hand, the originally bright and warm room suddenly became gloomy. There were spider webs hanging in the corners of the room, and dried bloodstains on the walls and the floor.

Everything Changqing saw just now was actually what the girl experienced on the day before her death.

But that day, there were only her bitter pleas, only the wounds that penetrated deep into her bones, and only the blood and flesh splashing in the air.

She cried and struggled.

She tried every way to save herself.

But it's no use, it's all useless.

She died, and when her only relative came to visit her with some stewed pork ribs, they saw her rotting, smelly corpse.

Her grandmother, such a kind and gentle old woman, fell to the ground in an instant and crawled towards her body.

The girl clearly remembered that the conditions at home were not very good, but her grandmother would keep the house clean every day. Other elderly people would wash their clothes only once every few weeks or every few days, but her grandmother would wash her clothes every two or three days.

When other children were dirty, her grandma always cleaned her up neatly, so she looked different from those children who rolled around on the ground.

My grandma loves cleanliness, not only her home but also her fields. The corners are always clean, with only the tender seedlings growing in the middle.

But the grandma who loved cleanliness so much held her rotting corpse without any disgust and kept calling her name.

Grandma, she fed herself with the food she dug out from the barren land, but she also broke her waist with the digging.

She watched the girl grow from a toddler to a graceful young lady, and the girl accompanied her from her prime to her old age.

The yellow soil dug up by the hoe not only covered the crops, but also covered grandma's waist to neck.

The girl cried, her voice was chilling, and she continued, "My grandma has been looking for the murderer for so many years. She goes to the police station every week to ask if there are any clues. She asks my friends everywhere and looks for clues everywhere. Even when she can't walk anymore, she still walks step by step with the crutches I bought for her."

"But she died, at the hands of that scumbag."

"My grandma found some clues, so he told her how miserable my death was, saying that I kept calling her when I died. He pissed her off to death."

The girl turned into a ghost.

She looked for her grandma everywhere, but couldn't find her. Changqing didn't run away just now, which reminded her of what her grandma said when she held her photo.

"Nannan, if someone finds you and saves you at that time, that would be great."

"How much pain you must be in."

The old woman's heart ached whenever she thought of it. The knife not only cut the girl's body, but also her heart, making her unable to sleep at night. Even when she fell asleep, she would cry and call the girl's name.