city ​​of the dead

Although the woman in the photo had a delicate complexion and looked to be in her early twenties, while the one I met at the crossroads was hideous and terrifying, with her hair covering half of her face, Zhang Min was still very sure that the woman in the photo was her...

The wind stopped suddenly, and the flying photo fell in front of Zhang Min. Those eyes were still staring at her fiercely?

"Why are you running away? What a good young man I found for you. Why don't you, girl, not want to?"

The old man sighed, stretched out his pale and skinny withered hands to pick up the photo, shook his head and put the photo back into the sedan chair.

"Little girl, he said, he has his eyes on you!"

The old man raised his head, with a wrinkled face, and a smile that made Zhang Min shiver.

"The time is coming, don't delay, Qijiao..."

The old man looked at the sky with his cold eyes, then stood on the right side, waved his thin right hand, and said to the large group of people in wedding clothes.

The sound of horns and drums sounded again. Zhang Min stood in the middle of the road, quietly watching the large group of people in red wedding dresses, carrying a red sedan chair, walking slowly into the distance.

The hazy white mist gradually dissipated, and the red sedan chair and the group of people stood in the white mist and walked towards the dark end of the road.

Behind the red sedan chair, a woman in red kept throwing ghost papers.

When the red sedan chair disappeared into the darkness, Zhang Min saw a pair of gloomy eyes quietly watching her at the opening of the curtain at the back!

On the entire wide road, only Zhang Min was left standing in the middle of the road in a daze.

"Zhang Min, be my wife~"

A thick man's voice came out from behind him, making Zhang Min jump in fright, and hastily turned around.

It doesn't matter if you don't turn your head back, Zhang Min almost lost his temper when he turned his head. A tall and bulky man stood in front of Zhang Min, a head taller than Zhang Min.

His eyes were raised slightly, and his originally kind expression made Zhang Min frightened.

Because this man is wearing a groom's suit with big red flowers?

It was bright red like blood, and while it looked weird, Zhang Min was terrified inside.

He looked at Zhang Min lovingly, but his affection was empty and weird, his complexion was colorless and frighteningly white.

"I will marry you in a few days!"

The corner of the man's mouth opened into a stiff smile, and he stretched out his hand covered with corpse spots to hold Zhang Min.

"Ah, go away, you!"

Zhang Min yelled, and quickly backed away, but the man still ignored Zhang Min, and slowly approached, reaching out his hand to grab her.

"No, go away go away!"

Zhang Min suddenly stood up from the bed, waving his hands non-stop, as if trying to drive him away.

"Xiao Min, what's wrong!"

A warm arm grabbed Zhang Min's waving hand, and at this moment, a worried voice entered Zhang Min's ears.

Zhang Min opened his eyes, but saw a handsome face imprinted in the eyeliner. At this time, Yajun was looking anxiously at Zhang Min who was so frightened that he lost his mind.

"Have another nightmare?"

He asked kindly in a low voice.

Zhang Min didn't say anything, his nose felt sore, he finally couldn't help it, threw himself into Yajun's arms and cried bitterly.

"never mind!"

Yajun hugged her tightly with his hands, whispering softly.

"Remove the evil spirit jade around your neck!"

Yajun said again.

"what?"

Zhang Min stopped crying, opened his eyes wide, and looked at Yajun with ruddy eye sockets.Although she kept talking, she took off the evil spirit jade around her neck without thinking.

The Buddha's light emitted by the evil spirit jade was a bit dim, and it was surrounded by a faint black air, which made Yajun frown slightly.

"Go to bed first!"

Yajun whispered something in her ear gently, then covered him with the quilt, and then left the room.

The curtains were still shaking slightly. After being frightened, Zhang Min dared not fall asleep for a long time. As soon as he closed his eyes, he would think of that gloomy man.

Standing in front of her in a big red dress, he was full of eerieness, and he said the words to her.

"Zhang Min, be my wife!"

Tossing and tossing until the middle of the night, when it was almost dawn, Zhang Min gradually felt drowsy, and finally she couldn't hold on anymore, and fell into a deep sleep.

While turning over, a small bag the size of a red thumb rolled down from Zhang Min's bed, and then got into the dark bed.