Ghost Wedding at Midnight: My Adorable Ghost Husband

Dao: "Look, what is this? This is the mysterious treasure of Yin and Yang, both mysterious and unusual, the Sansheng coffin, and not the murder coffin. The few boys go in, I don't think there is anything serious, maybe there is a little bit of creation. Maybe, now I think about it, I regret it. I just took my brain out of it and didn’t go up. I also went into the Sansheng coffin to see what it looks like. You girl is still crying. Who knows, are they happy in it? ."

Although Murong Jue's words were rough.

But the words are not rough.

Just now, after seeing that old lunatics, Qin Shou, Ye Qun, Xiao Heng were sucked into the Sansheng coffin one after another, I did have some emotional impulses.

But as long as you calm down and think about it, this is not so easy.

The three-life coffin, what kind of origin is there, must have hidden greater secrets. They went in, maybe it was a blessing or a curse.

Probably Murong is desperate to see me return, and my soul doesn't stay at home.

Suddenly waved his hand, "Come, Tongxuanmen, I know you just came. Hurry up and give those few boys. Forget it, don't you gasp?"

Not far away.

Tongxuan Amei, really came with his uncle.

Before the sacrifice, the uncle and nephew responded quickly and ran fast. Although they escaped the first crisis, they also lost the opportunity to enter the fairy tomb.

However, to sum up this trip to the fairy tomb, the juvenile boy came out with us, and no one seemed to get any benefits.

"You old boy, legs and feet are faster than rabbits."

"Ashamed. Ashamed."

A Mei's uncle, with a bitter smile on his face, did not know how complicated it should be at the moment, but immediately, he still told Qin Shou by their words.

Old lunatics and Xiaoheng don't have to count.

They are already dead.

But Qin Shou and Ye Qun.

A Mei's uncle repeatedly counted several trigrams before saying: "Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and they are half auspicious and half fierce. However, these two people are hit by a blessed person, which is not like a short-lived image."

Although hexagrams cannot be fully believed.

However, combined with Murong Ju's previous rhetoric, my heart calmed down quickly and my emotions stabilized a lot. Although Rong Qi did not express his position, he must have had conjecture in this regard from the beginning.

It's just that all of this came so fast.

Quickly let me...

I held the Sansheng coffin and stood up slightly.

I saw Amei sticking her tongue out and said with a sorrowful face: "I really regret it. I knew it and stopped for a while. I missed the mysterious fairy tomb. Sister Xiaona, tell me, is it fun?"

A Mei looks curious about the baby.

But Chen Xiaona hasn't given him a brief statement yet.

Just listen to my father, suddenly said quietly, "You, my daughter and I, this time came to the fairy tomb, mainly for the three-life coffin, now the three-life coffin is also available, but for unnecessary trouble in the future, We don’t want the Sansheng coffin to leak out."

My father's meaning is clear.

Today, everyone is best to rotten in the stomach.

The matter of the three-life coffin is not too big, not too small. Although we have the blessing of the Su family, we will inevitably have branches outside the festival. After all, there are yin and yang.

It is much larger than I thought. The Su family is only somewhat prestigious in the Xuanmen.

Also.

My father's off-string voice also carries a faint threat. If today's events leaked out, he would not easily let go the people present today.

Despite this tone, it is quite arrogant.

But this is a way for my father to protect us.

"Hum, my old Chen's family is not that kind of person, you don't have to grin like that," Mr. Chen gave my father a blank look, took Chen Xiaona, and turned away.

Li Mingtai is the only one we can't believe, but my father has already spoken, and he doesn't dare to talk about it.

"Farewell."

Li Ming raised his hand too slightly and left.

At this moment, the dark clouds of the sky slowly dissipated, and a hint of afternoon sunlight slanted down from the clouds and spilled on all of us.

Only to realize that it has never been dark.

It's just that the setting sun seems extremely warm.

I held the Sansheng coffin, and Rong Qi stood quietly under the warm sun, pulling the shadows of our people on the ground, the elders and elders.

And this is the moment of great silence.

In my mind, a fine voice suddenly sounded again.

I remember this voice.

When I confronted Ming Hou just now and used a finger-famine year, I had heard such a small voice, which was very weak, but it was too chaotic and too crises at that time.

I didn't investigate it carefully.

But at this moment, I was inescapable.

"Crack, crack..."

The fine sound continued.

I stunned my eyes for a moment.

"Miaomiao, what's wrong with you?"

Rong Qi felt the change in my mood for the first time, looked at me with concern, and asked me.

I turned my head dull and looked at Rong Qi. At this moment, the jade statue came out, and my eyes turned into a vast jade color.

I am a jade statue.

The jade statue is me.

At this moment, we are overlapping.

It can be on the overlapping faces.

"Slap..."

A shattered voice sounded, the broken point, starting from my forehead, slanted all the way to my left cheek, like an unsightly centipede.

Across my face.

But I know that it is not me who is broken, but the jade statue.

Jade statue, actually broken?

She is my spirit, she is the **** I enshrine, this recognition makes my heart that just calmed down again, panicked again, fortunately this broken voice.

Very fine.

The jade statue's face only cracked, and did not fall.

But my whole person still felt a kind of unprecedented bad.

"Miao Miao, your face..." Rong Qi also looked at me in disbelief.

"Rong..."

I opened my mouth slightly, and my eyes fluttered in an instant, and I fell completely into Rong Qi's arms, losing consciousness.

For half-man and half-corpse, coma is never a good phenomenon.

Confused, when I regained consciousness, I found that I was standing in a white space, the sky was white, and the ground was white.

I am also pale.

Only the jade-colored **** in front of me stood solemnly in front of my eyes.

But the jade statue is not tall at the moment. She is the size of me, but the appearance of the original national appearance is flawed, and there is a crack like a centipede.

Slanted on the jade statue's face.

I couldn't help but want to reach out and touch the face of the jade statue, but on the other side of the jade statue, a line of tears was suddenly drawn on the intact face.

"Jade statue, is it because of the afterlife?"

I murmured.

But there is a vague answer in my heart, who is after the meditation, it is the existence of cultivation for some years, how can my one hit her hard.

It must have paid the corresponding price.

Although the jade statue appeared cracks.

"...A fingerless year, this is not a technique I can use now, but you taught it to me, let me save my life," looked at the jade tears.

I also burst into tears.

Although the jade statue was in tears, her face, deep in her eyes, was always smooth, like something without life, but I knew that she felt.

But for some reason, she could not express her perception.

It can only exist in my mind like this.

It was only at the next moment that the jade statue suddenly shed his tears, as if he wanted to tell me something, my left eye slightly twitched slightly in the dim light.

Then I fell into a dream completely.

It was a snow-white flower field, the sky was blue, and the grass was blue in the distance. I seemed to be running, and there were white flowers flowing under my feet.

Then I picked one and happily called the name of the people behind him.

"Su Yue, Su Yue..."

In the distance, a touch of white figure is like being completely integrated with this white flower field, but his figure is a little lonely, as if the mind is not here.

Then he looked away.

Then I also followed his eyes and saw the distance, the end of the white flower field, a black figure of varnish, standing there quietly.

I can't see his appearance clearly.

But only remember, those pure silver eyes.

"what……"

The next moment, I suddenly awakened from my dream, only to find that I had returned to reality, and seemed to be in the car, dangling.

Rong Qi hurriedly asked me.

"How about, Miaomiao?"

I adapted to the environment and found out that we were really on the car, the car was driving through a desolate no-man's land, and it seemed to be leaving.

It's just more lively than when it was.

The car seemed very quiet.

"Miao Miao, how do you feel?"

My father also turned around and asked, after all, I am not a living person and cannot be sent to the hospital or something, and my situation is not very accurate.

I shook my head and said, "It's okay, it's my jade statue. It doesn't seem very good... What about Sansheng coffin?"

I suddenly asked anxiously.

"Where is the Sansheng coffin."

Rong Qi took it out and put it in my arms, so I felt at ease.

Then Rong Qi told me the next thing. After everyone left the fairy tomb and returned to the camp, of course there was no more, leaving a reason.

Only this time the casualties were not small.

Can't hold it in Xuan Men.

We should be on our way back to Sujiatun now.

"Miao Miao, what do you see after you board the Jiuzhongtianque?"

My father asked suddenly.

And I also know what he wants to ask.

I said lightly: "I saw the jade coffin. Qin Mu was the man in the jade coffin. His real name was Suyue... He also saved me. In short, he was very confused. He said that he came to the fairy this time The tomb is to take three things. The same is the phantom bead, which is a bead that makes the Ninefold Heaven Que illusion. The same is the Sansheng coffin, but he did not take it away. He also told me that the Sansheng coffin is outside. Yes, the same last..."

Think of the last.

The Jade Coffin boy, Suyue, sucked the stone tablet from under the tiankeng, which puzzled me.

Because, the stone tablet is almost the same as the stone tablet we saw at the house of raising ghosts.