Ghost Wedding at Midnight: My Adorable Ghost Husband

In this silent night, one sound after another sounded.

Even if I was wrapped in a thick down jacket, I could feel the eerie gloom coming from the tide ahead.

But I know that I can't escape. I fled. I was timid and afraid. People confronted ghosts. Whoever was afraid first would lose.

If you lose, you have to die. I don’t want to die, and I can’t die.

Even though I listened to this voice, my legs were shaking consciously.

But I still held my arm.

"Rong Qi, bless me."

I said secretly.

Seeing the front, from the far to the near, they quickly turned out a team, strangely to meet the team, they almost barely touched the ground, dressed in tattered, even lacking arms and legs, simply can not tell the era.

But they all have one thing in common, that is, their faces are decayed and stiff, and even dirty maggots are drilling in and out, and the words are constantly repeated in their mouths.

"When the time is ugly, welcome the bride...When the time is ugly, welcome the bride..."

Is it ugly now?

I thought this way, I just felt the wind facing the wind, almost blinking Kung Fu, the strange team of greetings has arrived in front of me.

Those dead faces without any emotion.

Accompanied by a stinky smell.

It's really disgusting, but I forced myself to raise my head and never be timid.

Ghosts have no substance. Those evil ghosts who lifted the sedan suddenly passed through my body, and the biting wind caused me to tremble.

But my eyes were staring at the carrying chair.

I know that the Lord may be in the sedan chair.

Sure enough, when the sedan approached me immediately, his hands, which had been so pale as eagle claws, suddenly stretched out from behind the sedan curtain, trying to catch me in.

"Good job."

I said coldly.

There was a dark, ghostly short sword in his hand, and he severely cut the ghost claw.

This is the ghost sword that Rong Qi gave me.

I originally thought that I could repel this ghost claw, but I didn't expect that the ghost sword would cut the ghost claw together.

There was a dark green thick slurry immediately, flowing from the position of the broken wrist.

"what……"

At the same time, accompanied by, screaming sternly, mixed with a terrifying wind.

I felt that I was about to be screamed by this ghost. When the shock passed out, the strange team of greetings had already passed through my body.

Misery left miserably.

But I can feel that I won.

The old ghost in the sedan chair didn't ask for a bargain, but also left a ghost claw.

After seeing the power of the ghost sword, my courage seems to have grown a lot.

Now no matter how many ghosts are in this old city, and I have only one goal, that is to go back to the old house and go to the grandma's room. I want to open the box and see what is hidden inside.

I discerned the direction and hurried towards the old house.

Along the way, I found a lot of wrong details.

That is, the old town, which seems a little run-down during the day, is very new at the moment under the haunting night, and it is not so new, but it is a lot less artificial repairs.

As if it had always been like that.

It's as if I walked through time and space, walking in the urban area of ​​the Republic of China decades ago, yes, that's how it feels.

Just when I had this kind of cognition, I saw a woman with big braids and cheongsam high heels in front of her, blocking my way and gesture like a prostitute in the old society.

I know this is not human.

"Get away..."

I shouted and the ghost sword came out. The female ghost who was blocking the road was picked up by me and screamed and ran away.

But the next obstacle was four or five tall middle-aged male ghosts. He seemed to know the power of the ghost sword in my hand. He didn't dare to touch it hard. Instead, he caught my feet with ghost technique. Fell to the ground.

Almost did not break the bone shelf.

When I looked up, I found that the four or five tall male ghosts had surrounded me in a condescending way, filled with lifeless eyes, constantly beating, as if they wished to drink my blood and eat my flesh.

"Yin Fire Talisman."

I did not skimp on my last life saver.

This group of male ghosts were instantly burned by clusters of blaze.

Rong Qi told me before that the yin fire is more domineering. At this time, I realized that this kind of flame is very powerful, because the yin fire is mad at the ghost. Originally, I burned a ghost. Five male ghosts.

Burned into pieces at once.

"what……"

The screams of pain and sorrow, the eardrums of the shocked people hurt.

As a result, around the corner, a group of ghosts dressed up as warlords of the Republic of China were so scared that they didn't dare to come out and stop me.

I took the time to quickly traverse a street, this time, I finally found the door of the old house.

When I saw the brand new door of the old house, I knew that I had not guessed wrong just now. I did not walk out of the ghostly illusion. The old town under my feet was the old town decades ago.

Ghosts are all old ghosts decades ago.

But without hesitation, I stepped forward and opened the door of the old house.

There was no ghost in the quiet, empty yard, and there was no grandmother's hall.

It's just that third cross-home...

It's still locked.

I don’t know if it’s a taboo in my heart, or something else. I didn’t touch the third cross courtyard, but went directly to the grandma’s main courtyard.

Sure enough, I guessed right, when I saw the wooden shelf in my dream.

I knew that I did not find the wrong place.

The box is in the drawer under the wooden shelf, and the answer I want is also in that drawer.

I followed the instructions of the dream, step by step to draw ahead, pull away, and took out the closed wooden box inside.

When I opened the wooden box, old black and white photos spilled out and fell to the ground, and the above, except for some landscape photos and some individual photos, almost all the rest It is Yan Sujin.

Unexpectedly, in the late Qing Dynasty, Yan Sujin could take so many photos. The Yan family at that time was definitely a giant.

I think so.

All the boxes were opened, and I saw that below the photo was a hard cover booklet with the name written in traditional characters, which was actually the genealogy of the Yan family!

I quickly put the box down and took the booklet out. I can feel that the material of this booklet is very special. It is cool and very resilient. It should be easy to tear.

The handwriting above is also very clear.

I directly ignored the rise and fall of the Yan family in the past 100 years, but turned to the front to find information about Yan Sujin, because this family tree not only records the name, but also records simple life deeds.

I turned a dozen pages in a row, and finally turned to Yan Sujin's name.

However, under Yan Sujin's name, still next to each other, another name: Yan Suyue!

"...Bingengnian, the second wife of the Yan family, won the twins, the grandfather rejoiced, feasting on the feast... There was a warlock at the door, and there was a black spirit coming to the door, and one of the girls was a demon... The grandfather was furious and hurried go."

"...I don't want to, within half a year, the tribe has suffered a series of catastrophes... The people are dying... The old man can't bear it, and one of the girls...

Looking at it, I unconsciously read it out, but halfway through it, I suddenly realized that all the words behind were crossed out by ink pen.

I was a little shocked, and I saw a figure on the ground, illuminated by the mottled moonlight, slowly approaching from behind me...

A huge sense of crisis suddenly jumped from my neck.

I didn't even think about it, and fled to avoid it.

"Ping..."

A vase crashed into a crush at the position where I was standing. If it weren't for me to flash fast, I was afraid that the flower pot would fall on my head.

I looked up with fear.

I saw Yan Xiaoxiao standing there at a glance, looking at me resentfully.

"Su Miao'er, why are you showing up, why are you showing up... Rong Qi should be mine, mine..."

Yan Xiaoxiao looked very angry. Just now she just wanted to kill me.

After I calmed my thoughts briefly, I was basically certain that Yan Xiaoxiao standing in front of my eyes was a living person.

I stared at her with a little anger and a smile.

"Why should I show up? Tell you, this is life, you don't have life, Yan Xiaoxiao, I don't care what kind of monsters and monsters you are, tonight, you will give me all form."

"It's you alone?"

Yan Xiaoxiao finally tore off her, lively and generous skin, and sneered at me, "You do have some skills, I didn't expect you to come here, but you have to deal with ghosts and people."

"Just try if you can."

I, Su Miao'er, claim to be a civilized person, but when I think of this disgusting woman, I want to smash her face.

But I haven't waited for me to rush up and beat her.

Yan Xiaoxiao has come over and punched me in the face.

I wanted to return, but one hand was already controlled by her, so I hit her on the knee again.

Sister, I just remembered that Yan Xiaoxiao seemed to have practiced.

No way, I had to resort to tricks that would kill me, regardless of it, I rushed to Yan Xiaoxiao, no matter how she kicked me, I tried hard to suckle, I took a chair, and hit hard Yan Xiaoxiao's waist.

"what."

Yan Xiaoxiao was spanked by me and sat on the ground.

Even if she has practiced, she is not a martial arts master. Soft is afraid of hard, hard is not afraid of life. This is what my uncle taught me.

Just when I was going to admit to chasing, I suddenly felt that the door was full of weeping tears, grim faces, the woman with that big cheongsam braid... There are many ghosts I have never seen before, there are young and old .

Some have missing arms and broken legs, some have no faces, and some are covered in flesh and blood.

They are all walking towards the old house step by step, has already crossed the door of the old house.

The ghost sword appeared in my hand instantly, and I stood alert on the spot.

On the other hand, Yan Xiaoxiao seemed to have expected it. She was not afraid of the situation in front of her, but she sneered and waited for something.

Soon, I saw the woman dressed exactly like Yan Xiaoxiao, dressed in red brocade, walking slowly in front of her with no expression on her face, with steady steps, walking in this quaint house.