The monk smelled a faint fragrance, which was very similar to the smell of osmanthus, with a faint and elegant fragrance.

The smell was very good, but the monk immediately found something wrong. It was already past midnight, so how could the fragrance of osmanthus bloom out in vain? The monk thought it was not good and wanted to hold his breath, but it was too late. His head felt dizzy. There was something wrong with the fragrance, but when he realized it, he fell asleep in a drowsy state.

"Is there any news on the monk?" Xie Yi's question Zhennanfang. Zhennanfang shook his head: "No, I guess nothing is wrong." Xiaohui said: "Well, we agreed that he would send us a text message once there is any news." Xie Yi was a little worried: "Will something happen to the monk?" Zhennanfang smiled and said: "With the monk's skills, it should be impossible for anything to happen to Yanzhen."

Xiaohui also said, "Don't worry, the monk is not only skilled, but also experienced. He will not be able to do anything, it must be because he has found nothing there."

Xie Yi then said, "Okay, I'll go back to my room to rest." After Xie Yi left, Zhen Nanfang said to Xiaohui, "The situation on Lao Shu is not very good!" Xiaohui asked, "What's wrong?" Zhen Nanfang said, "He almost caught Zhuge Fengchu's words, but fortunately he was able to escape safely." Then he said the general situation. Xiaohui sighed, "Brother Shu is easy to act emotionally. Is it worth his life to take risks for such a woman?"

Zhen Nanfang shook his head: "You don't know Lao Shu. He is a person who values ​​love. Although he certainly won't feel anything about this Hu Die, just because Hu Die is in danger in him, he will never stand by. After all, it's not because of him, and Hu Die will not be kidnapped by others."

Xiaohui said, "It may be their bitter plan."

Zhen Nanfang said: "I also thought of such a thing. First, Hu Die appeared so magically, and second, her name also has the word "Die" in her name. Xiaodie is a heart-wrenching problem of Lao Shu, so it is normal for him to have such feelings for Hu Die. It has nothing to do with love, but because he wants to compensate Hu Die for his debt to Xiaodie."

Xiaohui said, "Anyway, I don't like women like Hu Die. People don't mean anything to her, and she still stubbornly beating her like this." Zhen Nanfang said, "But think about it, if Hu Die was not from their group, but a clean and innocent woman, if she had encountered something unexpected because of Lao Shu in the end, what would you think Lao Shu's heart would be like? For example, if she became Xiaodie's second again, could Lao Shu accept this reality?"

Xiao Hui was stunned, and Zhen Nanfang said it was not without reason.

She sighed: "I hope this Hu Die will not bring bad luck to Brother Shu." Zhen Nanfang said lightly: "It's a blessing or not a disaster, it's a disaster. It's a disaster. Don't matter if it's a bad luck, Lao Shu will definitely be able to overcome this hurdle." Xiaohui nodded slowly.

The monk fell asleep, and Lu Heping, who was already lying on the bed, was also unconscious with him. Lu Heping lay quietly like this, breathing evenly, as if he was asleep.

Another hour passed, and Lu Heping slowly woke up, and seemed to see a figure in the hazy state.

Lu Heping looked at the figure, and the man stood by the windowsill, looking at the faint moonlight outside the window, and the figure seemed to be silhouettes. Lu Heping asked softly, "Why are you here again!" The figure did not speak, and sighed softly, her sigh was very sad.

Lu Heping asked, "What do you want to do? I didn't blame you for the past. I even made you happy with the infamy of the whole town. What else do you want to do?" The black shadow finally spoke, and it was a woman's voice: "Heping, do you really not want to have a little husband-and-wife relationship?"

Lu Heping said: "Our husband-wife relationship has ended long ago, and now there is no relationship between us." The black shadow continued: "I know I'm sorry for you, but I have to tell you some things. Actually, I have been very guilty all the time. I hope you can give me a chance to make up for it."

"But you don't give it to me, you even go with a woman you don't like." Heying was excited: "I can't tolerate this, no, so I must not let you go!" Lu Heping asked softly: "Is this what you call making up for? Han Yu, I didn't expect that you are still so willful, strong and domineering at this moment." This Heying was Lu Heping's dead wife Han Yu.

After three nights of connection, Lu Heping was tortured by the nightmare of Han Yu.

At first he was still afraid, but now he was more heartbroken. The marriage brought him endless pain, and he could not tell anyone that he could only bear all the sufferings himself. After Han Yu's death, he took on the upbringing of the children, although he knew that the children were not his Lu Heping.

After hearing Lu Heping's words, Han Yu snorted coldly: "Do you think you are so noble? You are with that woman just to revenge me. No, you are for money and for the property of that woman. Lu Heping, do you dare to say that her death has nothing to do with you?" Lu Heping closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously. He wanted to wake himself up from this nightmare.

But when he opened his eyes, the dark shadow was still there. "Heping, I am very lonely, very lonely, I really hope you can come to accompany me!" Han Yu's voice was filled with a feeling of pity. Lu Heping did not speak, Han Yu's figure slowly floated up, and the moonlight reflected on Han Yu's face. His white face as white as paper had no trace of blood, and his eyes also seemed empty and unsightly.

Lu Heping began to become scared. He didn't know what Han Yu wanted to do. Han Yu's hands stretched out straight out, as if he wanted to pinch Lu Heping's neck. Lu Heping instinctively leaned back, and Han Yu's movements were very fast, and he immediately grabbed Lu Heping's throat.

"Go to die, die for me!" Han Yu said gritting his teeth.

Lu Heping found that he had no strength to resist at all, and he could not even call for help.

The monk began to feel some consciousness, and he seemed to feel the bed shaking. Then he heard Lu Heping's heavy breathing sound. The monk slowly opened his eyes and saw a pair of barefoots and a white skirt.

The monk struggled to get up, but he was weak and powerless. He took a lot of effort to take out his cell phone and dial the phone number from Zhennanfang.

"Hey, brother monk, what's the matter?" Zhen Nanfang asked softly.

The monk opened his mouth but couldn't say a word. Zhen Nanfang was very anxious. He knew very well about the monk that the monk would never play such a prank with him. Since the monk called him but did not speak, there was only one possibility that something happened to the monk.

Zhennanfang hurriedly said, "Let's go!" Thank you, "Where to go?" Zhennanfang replied, "Lu Heping's home." Zhennanfang was concerned about the monk and walked very hard along the way. "How could something happen to a monk?" Xiaohui asked. Zhennanfang shook his head: "This is not clear. As the saying goes, it is easy to hide from open guns, but it is difficult to prevent hidden arrows." Xiaohui said, "That's right."

Lu Heping's eyes were protruding because they were pinched to the throat.

Suddenly, he discovered a secret. He saw Han Yu's hands, Han Yu's hands clamped against his hands as smooth as jade, and his heart suddenly became tugged.

He struggled hard, although he couldn't use much energy.

Finally, he seemed to have broken free from Han Yu's hands: "You are not Han Yu, who are you?" He asked while coughing. He looked at the woman wearing a white gauze skirt and looked like Han Yu. The woman didn't say much, but saw that half of her scissors were added to her hand, and she stabbed Lu Heping's chest hard.

Lu Heping's strength was exhausted when he was struggling just now. He could no longer exert any strength, so he could only watch the scissors fall. Lu Heping felt the pain, which he had never experienced before.

The monk heard all this clearly, but like Lu Heping, he had no strength at all. He was even more exhausted than Lu Heping. The monk now only hoped that Zhennanfang and they could come over after receiving his call.

Lu Heping finally figured it out. This was not a nightmare, it was a real murder.

But Lu Heping couldn't understand why this woman attacked him, and he couldn't understand how she did it. Lu Heping was not stupid. After distinguishing between dreams and reality, he knew that the reason why he didn't have the strength to resist must be someone who was tampered with. Who could tamper with his own home? Second Aunt, Lu Heping thought of his second Aunt's abnormality these two days, and he smiled bitterly. The only relative he trusted the most would collude with outsiders to frame him.

Lu Heping felt his body slowly getting cold, and the woman who seemed to be haunted by a jade was no longer visible.

When Zhennanfang and the others arrived, Lu Heping was already dead and died in his own bedroom. Lu Heping's second aunt also hanged herself in her own bedroom. When they put the person down, her body was still warm, but she no longer had any breath.

The monk was also dragged out from under the bed by them, but the monk could not tell any valuable clues. He only knew that Lu Heping's death was not a nightmare, but a murder. The murderer was a woman wearing a white gauze dress and looked like a jadeite.

This can be seen from the death of Lu Heping and his second aunt. The monk felt very guilty. He despised his opponent, otherwise he would not have been infected with the poisonous incense. If he had not been infected with the poisonous incense, Lu Heping would not have died. He said to Zhennanfang: "Nanfang blames me, I am responsible for this matter." Zhennanfang smiled bitterly: "It is not a matter of holding the responsibility now, but more importantly, we must think carefully and what should we do next."

Xiaohui said, "How many lives is this? What exactly makes them so crazy?" Zhennanfang didn't say anything, he took out a cigarette and lit it, and took a sip.
Chapter completed!