I gasped.

That painted-skinned ghost holding a teacup and speaking to the husband with a sweet smile didn't know what kind of image he was, right?

Her hair was tied together wetly, and the strong smell of blood and dark red blood slowly seeped out from her temples.

The skin that had just been peeled off didn't fit very well, and the cheeks were a little sunken and a little bulging.

What's more, her fingertips holding the tea bowl were stained with thin traces of blood, leaving a few blurry marks on the snow-like white porcelain tea bowl.

In the picture seen by the Heavenly Eye, the prince trembled all over, and then looked at her deeply, his expression suddenly became desperate.

I guess he also thought about it - with the appearance of his wife bearing such a strong smell of blood, then his wife...

But then, the scholar changed his panicked look when he suddenly saw the fairy in the painting, and instead looked extremely calm.

His eyes focused on Painted Skin Ghost's slightly white fingertips - Wang Lang's wife did not seem to be a pampered rich lady, and there were also slight yellow callus marks on her fingers.

She was washing her hands and making soup with a considerate and quiet look. At best, she could only be regarded as Xiaojiabiyu. In terms of appearance, she was really different from the fairy in the painting.

All I can say is that she is pretty.

But the prince just slowly took the tea bowl, and then held the tea cup tightly with both hands.

"Husband," Painted Skin Ghost didn't realize it, but continued to ask in a delicate voice: "What's wrong with you?"

However, when he looked over, he saw that Wang Lang's face was unusually pale.

He slowly turned his head, staring at the Painted Skin Ghost in front of him with full of hatred. Although his voice was soft and slow, it carried a tremendous power:

"My wife is the most beautiful woman in the world. Whether she is dead or alive, she is the most beautiful in my heart."

"And you, you have a bad heart and a snake-skinned face."

He spread his hands, and the blood on them was so mottled and dazzling that it made his whole body tremble:

"It's hard to paint the heart with skin and bones... What kind of person am I? Why did I draw such an ugly monster like you?!"

He suddenly laughed loudly like crazy: "Didn't you ask me why you are not beautiful enough? I will tell you, because I don't love you!"

"I don't love you, even if you are really the fairy Chang'e, that's still not enough in my heart!"

"You are an ugly monster, even if you use my expensive crystals, garcinia, cinnabar and other pigments, and put it in my wife's skin, you will still be an ugly monster!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly pulled out a tea needle used to pry tea bricks out of his sleeve, and then stabbed it hard——

"I want you to pay for my wife's life!"

But this is just a long and slender tea needle, and even the copper head is blunt. How can it deal with such a monster?

At this moment, he was stopped by Painted Skin Ghost's lightly stretched out palm.

Those words that said she was ugly pierced her soul like a knife.

Painted Skin Ghost felt that he was suffering a lot. At this moment, he slapped Wang Lang far away with his palm, and then he struggled in the study and covered his face:

"Impossible! Impossible! I am the most beautiful! You said that I am the most beautiful! Your friends are also praising me as the most beautiful person in the world..."

Then he groped his face frantically:

"Don't you love your wife? Now this skin belongs to her, why don't you love her anymore?"

But the prince said "Wow" and spit out a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, tears and blood stains were mixed together, and everyone and the demon looked gray.

"You killed my wife, you killed her... you ugly monster..."

He laughed coldly, not afraid of Painted Skin Ghost's current fierce and vicious appearance:

"Do you think you are the most beautiful woman in the world?"

"People will age, and the paint will fade. Sooner or later, no matter how much you kill people and steal their skins, you will always be just an ugly ghost."

"Appearance is all given by others, and the concept of beauty and ugliness is also all given by others. You don't understand at all..."

The scholar calmly coughed up a mouthful of blood, his breath becoming increasingly gray at this moment.

He laughed miserably: "Madam, I can't help you."

How could such a weak body like him withstand Painted Skin Ghost's repeated attacks just now? He closed his eyes at this moment and soon died.

The Painted Skin Ghost stood there blankly, her hands trembling at this moment. Only then did she realize that the woman Wang Lang said was the most beautiful in the world had a few rough calluses on her fingertips, which were completely different from her previous delicate hands.

But even compared with such a rough woman, he still lost!

No!

She is unwilling and will never admit that she is the most beautiful!

Look at yourself in the basin again. With such an ordinary face, is there any trace of beauty?

She angrily tore off the skin again, and then fled out of the yard quickly, muttering crazily and repeating:

"Wang Lang, you are wrong, I am the most beautiful, I am the most beautiful!"

The image of the Heavenly Eye gradually disappeared, and I dodged left and right under the protection of the Green Lotus Seal.

The Painted Skin Ghost's previous madness was indeed a conspiracy, but now that the attack failed, he fell into that crazy state of mind again, as if he had done it unintentionally.

But I know how vicious a monster she is.

How is this obsession with beauty? This is clearly driven by the pursuit of beauty, acting unscrupulously and naturally vicious!

It's a pity that the painter and his wife, who are pure and kind-hearted, painted such a cruel thing!

I sneered, and naturally my words became more and more rude:

"Painted Ghost, no wonder you have no face now, and even the clothes on your body are pure white - let me guess, is the paint faded?"

Once the scroll was painted, it was hung on the wall for viewing day and night, without even being framed carefully. Although it was later put into a rattan box, it could not hold the painted ghost. It ran around every day, eroded by the Yang energy, and the true fire of the sun.

Faintly burning...

How can it not be affected?

Let me think about how to stimulate her -

"Oh, it doesn't matter how charming and charming you were before, but now that it has faded, what's the point of looking so pale?

"Without a face, how scary it is!"

"Take a look at Yong Niang's clothes, the red skirt and red embroidered shoes, do they look good? Look at the lavender dress on Xiao Lian. You have never worn it in your life, right?"

"But that's right. You are so ugly. If you wear such beautiful clothes, wouldn't it be a waste of something good? Ugly people are prone to mischief!"

I have never said such vicious words in my life that are so specific to people's appearance.

But now that I have said it, looking at the turbid Yin Qi all over Painted Skin Ghost's body and the faintly wailing voice in the layers of black mist, I just hate that my words are not vicious enough.

——Painted Ghost!

Tonight, I will never keep her!


Chapter completed!