Chapter 25 Yihongyuan Hotel (24)

After Yuan Qingli was pulled into the mirror by an irresistible suction force, the scene in front of her suddenly changed.

The familiar corridor layout is more magnificent, bright and clean.

The windows are bright and clean, and it is popular.

She was alone in the empty corridor.

Looking around, I found myself on the 12th floor, with stairs not far ahead.

Combined with what the long-tongued ghost said, this should be the Yihong Courtyard fifty years ago.

At this moment, there was a sound at the top of the stairs.

"Get her!"

"Don't let her get away! Hurry!"

Looking intently, he saw several running black figures sweeping in like a strong wind. Yuan Qingli was instantly surrounded.

"One, two, three...six people." Yuan Qingli silently released her clenched fists.

They didn't have the slightest sense of compassion, so they stepped forward and clasped Yuan Qingli's hands behind her back. With a clanking sound, they clasped half a circle of cold and hard objects on the slender porcelain-white wrists.

Yuan Qingli realized that it might be handcuffs.

Who are these people? So bold...

The security guard at Yihongyuan? bodyguard? Treat her as a foreign intruder?

Hotels usually have surveillance cameras. Maybe someone in the surveillance room discovered that he appeared out of thin air, which makes sense.

She looked up, her eyes full of confusion. She saw no surveillance equipment at the end of the corridor.

Or maybe she also has an identity here?

Yuan Qingli pretended to struggle and yelled "let me go, help me" a few times without any pain, and was picked up by two bodyguards.

They carried Yuan Qingli and followed several men in black to the thirteenth floor.

Yuan Qingli was taken into a room. The room number was blocked by the tall figure of one of the bodyguards, so she did not see clearly.

However, based on the direction and number of steps from the elevator, Yuan Qingli guessed that this room was somewhere between No. 1303 and No. 1305.

Pushing the door open, a tall and thick man wearing a ghost mask sat under the heavy curtains.

Through the gap in the curtain, a ray of sunlight shines on half of the man's face. The ghost mask looks even more ferocious, as if it is fighting against this beam of light.

He was playing with a lamp on the coffee table with his left hand, and with his other hand he was boredly rubbing the pulley of the silver lighter with his fingertips. A faint blue flame suddenly burst into flames, but then extinguished in an instant after seeing Yuan Qingli.

"Sir, I brought it back on the 07th."

Yuan Qingli noticed the cold gaze from behind the ghost mask falling on her, like a python looking at the treasure it had been looking for for a long time, and Snake Xinzi licking it greedily and disgustingly.

She was caught off guard and was kicked hard in the knee. She staggered and did not kneel down, and her kneecap gave out a slight pain.

Yuan Qingli turned around and glared at the bodyguard who kicked her knee. Is this ghost mask the emperor? She had to kneel down to do it.

Sorry, except for the parents of Heaven and Earth, she only kneels to death.

"What kind of hunter-prey game are you playing with me here?" Ghost Mask used a voice changer, and his voice was thick and rough, like spitting, "If you die, you will be of no value to me."

He walked over slowly, raised his hand and pinched Yuan Qingli's chin, forcing her to expose her entire face to his eyes. His movement seemed to be sizing up a certain product.

There was a hint of fear on Yuan Qingli's face, her eyes widened slightly, and water instantly filled her eyes.

"Such beautiful eyes must be very suitable for that lady. She passed the physical examination and the match was successful. I have to send a fresh one."

After he finished speaking, he let go of his hand and took the wet wipe handed by the bodyguard with disgust and wiped his fingers bit by bit.

She passed the physical examination and was successfully matched. Those eight words were like a bolt of lightning exploding in her head. Vaguely, I guessed what would happen.

Yuan Qingli's thin shoulders trembled slightly, and tears fell from her face. She dared not say much, but some lines were universal.

Yuan Qingli moved her lips and shed tears. She looked pitiful and struggled desperately: "Please... let me go... let me go..."

She was crying so hard, but her mind was still full of emotions. She was No. 07, which meant that there were other people here who were in the same situation as her.

Could it be!

Are those the people the long-tongued ghost asked her to save?