On the night of the 15th lunar month, the Minister of War of the capital, Qu Ruihe, held a 50th birthday party in the mansion and invited his friends and relatives. The Qu Mansion was brightly lit.

The door of a wing room in the backyard of Qu's Mansion suddenly opened, and a petite figure stumbled out, staggering into the night.

Mu Jingqi didn't know why she would suddenly return to this night that changed her life after she died a tragic death and became a ghost for many years. But at this moment, there was only one thought in her mind—to escape from this place and change everything!

When Mu Jingqi passed by a rockery, he reached out and dragged her in.

Before she could scream, a pair of big hands had already grabbed her neck. The huge force almost crushed her throat. It was so painful that she burst into tears and hit the back of the man's hand.

It was dark all around. The only thing that Mu Jingqi could see was a pair of blood-red eyes under the mask. They looked cruel and blood-red, as if they were going to tear someone apart.

All the weakness in his body suddenly disappeared in the face of a life-and-death crisis. Mu Jingqi grabbed the man's hand, which was holding his neck, and kicked the man's knee with all his strength.

The man was kicked in the right place and groaned. However, he did not let go of Mu Jinghui because of the pain. Instead, he tightened his grip.

Mu Jingqi's struggle was ineffective. His hands were flailing wildly as he tried to hit him. When his right hand hit his right arm, it felt sticky and sticky. Mu Jingqi suddenly realized that it should be blood.

It was because of this touch that the man, who had been holding her throat tightly, let go of his hand and stepped back.

Mu Jingqi didn't know why, but he didn't dare to stay. He propped himself up and tried to escape.

However, his shoulder was held by a huge force and he couldn't move any further.

Mu Jingqi felt helpless, but he didn't want to give up. He tried his best to fight with the man.

But the man was so powerful that she couldn't do anything to him. Instead, he threw her hard and hit her on the stone wall.

Mu Jingqi thought that he would die without a doubt.

Although her forehead hurt and the scarlet blood kept flowing, it made her extremely clear-headed.

His shoulder was pulled by someone again. He pulled hard and fell into a hot embrace.

"Let go of me..." Mu Jingqi growled in anger as he was suddenly touched by someone.

The man holding Mu Qiqi in his arms did not retreat because of her roar. Instead, he got closer and closer to her.

Mu Qiqi was frightened by the sudden approach of the aura. "Is this the opposite effect of me?"

Before she could react, she felt a slight warmth on her lips. It was the man who had kissed her.

No, he didn't kiss her!

Instead, he stuck out his tongue and licked the blood that dripped from her head to her lips.

"It smells so good..." The man finally opened his mouth and made a sound. His voice was hoarse and low, and there was also a sense of depression.

An evil chill rose from the bottom of her heart. Mu Jingqi couldn't help but curse, "He's a pervert."

He lifted his foot and kicked him.

However, in such a situation, the man easily grabbed her legs and pressed her under his body.

"D*mn pervert, let me go. If you have the ability, let's fight to the death," Mu Qingqi said through gritted teeth.

The man didn't say a word. He casually pointed at Mu Jingqi's acupuncture points and leaned over to her.

"D*mn pervert, what do you want to do? You..."

Mu Jingqi suddenly lost his voice and widened his eyes in shock.

Because the man actually licked her blood bit by bit along the track of the blood falling from her face and swallowed it into his stomach.

Mu Jingqi's head exploded. "Did she run into a pervert who likes to drink blood?"

She had indeed seen this kind of person over the years when she was a ghost. For a moment, Mu Ran felt a chill down her spine.

"Sir, hero, I beg you to be generous. No, please. Please let me go. I don't like delicious food. It's really not delicious." Mu Jinghui almost cried.

"It's delicious..." The man's hoarse voice slowly fell into Mu Jingqi's ears like a life-and-death talisman.

Mu Jingqi felt dizzy. He knew that he was praising her for her good blood, which made him feel cold all over.

In the next second, his lips had been taken away.

Her soft and gentle lips landed on hers. The tip of her tongue pressed against her tight-fitting lips and teeth. The bloody touch disturbed Mu Qiqi's heart.

Mu Qiqi almost vomited.

He tasted the taste of his own blood. It was really not good!