city ​​of the dead

Yajun's complexion recovered from the momentary coldness, and then he glanced around without showing any trace.He was immediately attracted by a string of wind chimes hidden next to him.

It was in the shape of a circular arc supported by a black wooden stick, and there were wind chimes on the sides. On the wind chimes, there were many photos of men and women. One of them made Ya Jun raise his eyebrows immediately. He looked very pure and looked Touching and cute.But Yajun could tell at a glance that that woman was Tian Ling, the female ghost who was looking for a substitute at that intersection!

The expressions of the people in this photo are different, but the only thing they have in common is that they are all wearing the same clothes... big red clothes.

A strange smell came out, Yajun's complexion changed slightly, and when he turned his head, he saw that the old man was still looking at him with a strange look.

"Did you see anything?"

The old woman seemed to be asking, but that weird look was always full of diskindness.

"These are all the yin kisses you held, are they all the yin ghosts you have paired with?"

Yajun looked calm, he didn't dare to act rashly, because he still couldn't see what the old woman was up to.

"Some knowledge!"

A hoarse voice came out of the old man's mouth, with an indescribable gloomyness. He had seen real supernatural beings before, but they were all the same. After all, he was still a human being, but now seeing Yajun, the old man also felt that he was a little Unlike before, he was too deep. Since he came in, although he had been under surveillance, the deep expression on Yajun's expression made the old man a little confused.

"I'm not here to discuss Yin marriage with you today! You just need to tell me, who is the ghost who chose her?"

Yajun didn't talk nonsense, both of them are smart people, there is no need to beat around the bush.

"Don't you know if you look at it?"

The old man smiled sinisterly again, raised her withered hand, and then, out of nowhere, the wind chime turned.Then, stop again.

Yajun looked at Fengling, at this time the photo above immediately made her eyes shrink, it was Zhang Min's photo, and next to her was a man in his thirties, who looked sophisticated, but for some reason, Those open eyes seemed to be staring at Yajun with a slight mockery.

Yajun was taken aback, and stretched out his hand unconsciously to take down the photo, but at this moment, the wind chime turned, and the photos flying in mid-air seemed to look at Yajun with a smile.

Yajun came to his senses, and then looked at the old man, she kept that eerie smile all the time, and she was the one who made the wind chime turn.

"You seem very happy!"

Yajun's face remained unchanged, but his voice became much colder.

"Heh, your strength and scheming have always made me unable to see clearly. I might not be able to do this, so why should I be happy?"

The old man smiled lightly, with that old face, he watched Yajun's every move with deep meaning.

"I'm not too impressed with your yin marriage, I just take a look at who is trying to get my woman."

Yajun sneered, and stretched out his hand to grab the rotating wind chime, but before he touched it, the old man blocked Yajun's move with his hand.

"Don't you know that you can't mess with other people's things in other people's homes?"

There was a hint of coldness in the old man's words.

"I'm just taking what's mine."

Yajun was not afraid at all.

"You're not an ordinary person, and neither is that woman. You can't be with her forever. I think you know this better than me, so why don't you let go now?"

Feeling chilly, the old man let go of Yajun's hand.

"You don't need to worry about that!"

Yajun sneered, but his heart trembled, he naturally knew what the old man meant.

"You should leave! This is not a place for you to stay."

"Tell me, who is the ghost that has taken a fancy to her?"

Yajun is cold, his voice is even colder.

"What if I don't say it?"

The old woman bared her teeth and showed a sinister smile.

"Humph!"

Yajun snorted slightly, turned his arms upside down, stretched out his hand as fast as lightning, and tore off Zhang Min's photo from the top of the wind chime correctly.

"Irreverent boy."

The old man suddenly changed his face, and those withered hands struck towards Yajun like poisonous snakes, surprisingly fast.