He roared violently, and suddenly it seemed like someone had responded to him. He saw a flash in front of him, as if a white shadow suddenly rose to the water—

A pale figure stretched out his arms and suddenly floated past the dark lotus pond water, coming to Jia Zijing's house, and making a shrill wail while floating, as empty as a mourn in front of the grave:

"Yanei save me! Yani save me..."

Jia Zijing suddenly witnessed the terrifying and gloomy shadow in front of him, and his ears were filled with crying crying for help. His whole body was shaking like a sieve. A cold air was like a cold and vicious snake climbing up his back inch by inch, and his whole body seemed to be tightly clamped by ghostly claws, and he could no longer move.

"Are you, Shi'er?" He stuttered and made a sound with great force.

"Yanei save me! Yani save me! Save Shier--"

The white phantom drifted closer and closer, with a disheveled head emitting a scattered face, and shadows crisscrossed on it.

Jia Zijing was so scared that he stepped back by the approaching ghost. His legs and feet hit the stone bench behind him. He instantly lost his strength and collapsed on the stone steps.

The erratic ghost suddenly seemed to have a faint blue and green light rising into the air. I heard the "squeak" movement, and a dark fire lighted the white shadow, which instantly illuminated the white shadow's lifeless face.

It was indeed Shi'er's little face the size of a palm, but her originally beautiful and charming face was covered with blood, and her seven orifices were full of red blood, and her eyes were full of hatred and resentment...

Jia Zijing completely collapsed. If the bottom of the pond was silted, he could no longer take out any strength.

He could only hold his head and howl in horror: "Shi, don't blame me, I can't save you...I can't save you--"

The ghost shadow in front of me was burned by the fire of the Netherworld. The distorted shadow struggled in the fire. The moan and wailing moans and howlings resounded in pain around the lotus pond, and also filled Jia Zijing's buzzing eardrums. One by one, like a drum, exploded, and the head was filled with miserable noises.

"Zhenwu Emperor saves me! Zhenwu Emperor saves me!" Jia Zijing, who was scared out of the sky, couldn't help but murmur, "Zhao Chonghuan saves me - Zhao Chonghuan saves me..."

I don't know how long it took.

When the maid who arrived at Lanxianglou found out early in the morning that the yamen was missing, everyone was shocked.

Everyone searched around in panic, but Mrs. Jia, who had reported the situation, didn't even have time to tie her clothes tightly, so she rushed into Lanxianglou in a hurry.

"Jing'er, Jing'er--"

She called everywhere, but no one answered, and only a group of panicked servants and maids responded to her cry with a look of panic.

Mrs. Jia suddenly felt like autumn grass was withered and firewood was bolted all over the sky, and she was so angry that she was so angry that she was slapped at the group of servants.

"You group of useless pickled things, even the drunken yamen can't serve me well, so why don't you go out and look for me! Go quickly!"

The servants and escorts were awake immediately, and they rushed out of Lanxiang Tower and began to search for Jia Yanei who was missing.

For a moment, the small building in West Lake was crowded with people, and the nobles in all courtyards and rooms were awakened by the disturbances, and they all scolded the servants for being bold and disturbed the nobles' dreams.

Even Jia Sidao, who was sleeping in a deep dream with a brocade quilt and jade pillow, and even sleeping with a warm and soft jade in his arms, was frowning by the faint movement.

The beautiful maid in his arms quickly patted Lord Pingzhang with comfort, and Jia Sidao's thick and plump head and face couldn't help but stick it to the woman's soft and sweet cheeks.

Suddenly, there was a meticulous knock outside the window.

The maid was a little angry, fearing that he would be punished for disturbing Lord Pingzhang's dream, so he quickly got up from the couch. He didn't even have time to put on the embroidered shoes, so he rushed to the pane of the wing room.

Her soft voice rebuked: "What happened early in the morning? I'm so noisy, I'm not afraid of disturbing my husband!"

"Auntie Ninth Atonement!" The servant outside also moved tremblingly and said in a trembling voice.

"But, the West Courtyard came to report that the Yanei met a ghost at night and was dragged to the water platform of Qilihe Tang! Now he was talking nonsense, as if he was fascinated! The lady of Liujun was crying! Xianggong An was so anxious!" The servant spoke clearly, and he replied without saying a word.

Aunt Ninth raised her eyebrows and glanced at Lord Ping Zhang who was sleeping soundly on the couch. She was hesitant for a moment, but she replied: "My husband is tired and sleeps just right! Please wait until my husband wakes up and take care of you! Let everyone else be gentle and quarrel at your husband to peel off your skin!"

The servant responded timidly and did not dare to say more, so he carefully stepped back.

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