Ghost Wedding at Midnight: My Adorable Ghost Husband

Although they are all relatives.

But Yan Xiaoxiao was over there, obviously the one who was isolated.

"Alright, anyway, I sleep alone..." I smiled. I couldn't refuse this winter, even though I doubted Yan Xiaoxiao before.

"What about Rong Qi?"

"Oh, he went with the friends of the previous club..." I panicked casually, thinking that Rong Qi should go to Xiaoheng for work.

Without any doubt, Yan Xiaoxiao took off his coat and stretched out another set of quilts, resting on the bed next to me.

The two of us were speechless for a while. My relationship with Yan Xiaoxiao has always been very subtle. Say friends, not so intimate, talk about love rivals, and not much trouble.

Say strangers, but know each other.

But I think that after she handed over the beads to Rong Qi, I didn't want Rong Qi to have anything to do with her in my life. I found that I was surprisingly overbearing on Rong Qi's problems.

If Rong Qi knew it, the boy's tail would be raised again.

Thinking of this, I unconsciously raised my lips.

But just when I was going to sleep or not, I heard Yan Xiaoxiao ask me: "Su Miaoer, do you love Rongqi?"

"of course."

I mumbled and fell asleep.

But soon I had a dream. In the dream, I stepped into the room shallowly, and the room was decorated with antiques and clearly furnished in the old house.

Then, in front of a wooden shelf, I saw a little girl dressed in a small cheongsam and dressed in the Republic of China, struggling to open a wooden box.

The wooden box is full of old photos.

And it seems that the focus of this dream is on these old photos, so my vision has never left the old photos, but I soon found out.

In the old photos, the same person was taken... Yan Sujin!

"Su Miao'er, do you love Rongqi?"

At this moment, the scene in front of me was all blurred. I could only hear a clear and cold female voice, coming from behind my ears, mixed with the infiltrating cold.

I looked back.

Suddenly, a woman in red brocade stood behind her.

She was tall, her long skirt was dragged to the ground, her long straight black hair fell down her waist, and her face was pale.

The facial features are as good as Yan Xiaoxiao.

He smiled expressionlessly at me, and said slowly, "...but I also like it."

"Yan Xiaoxiao!"

I yelled out the name, but I knew in my heart that this should not be Yan Xiaoxiao, but she was not Yan Xiaoxiao. Who would she be?

Then the woman grinned at me.

Because she wore bright lipstick, she immediately gave me the feeling of a big mouth in a blood basin, showing a twisted beauty, which made people shudder.

"Da da……"

Suddenly I heard the sound of a walking stick thumping behind me.

As soon as I turned around, I saw the face of my wife's face ditch, appeared behind me, she seemed to be very angry staring at ‘Yan Xiaoxiao’, let me call her for the time being.

"Yan Xiaoxiao" snorted coldly and turned away.

I glanced at my wife tremblingly. Although I hadn't had much contact with this nearly 100-year-old man, somehow, there was always a sense of intimacy.

Even if she knew she was not alive.

But not afraid of her.

"Wife, who is that woman?"

But the grandmother only sighed deeply and pointed to the box that was opened behind me, meaning that I wanted to see it, but my dream woke up at this time.

Suddenly opened his eyes and felt that the heart in his chest was still beating with that dream, but the soul had returned to reality.

I lay motionless in the darkness.

I kept thinking about the meaning of my wife in the dream just now. She asked me to see the box, maybe the answer was in the box.

Where is that box? Grandma's room? Yes, it must be.

I was thinking about it secretly, and beside me, there was a sudden change in movement, and I remembered that Yan Xiaoxiao was still sleeping beside me.

And this voice came from Yan Xiaoxiao.

I didn't dare to move, pretending to continue to fall asleep, only opened half of my eyes, watching her slowly lift the quilt and walked off the bed.

At first I thought she was going to get up at night or drink water, but immediately I found out that it was wrong, because Yan Xiaoxiao did not turn on the light after getting up.

Touching the black, he sat in front of the dressing table next to it.

This house is also a kind of old-fashioned decoration, with an old dresser made by carpenters decades ago, and now few people use such a dresser.

But when Yan Xiaoxiao sat up, something really happened. She slowly looked up in the mirror and arranged her hair. Finally, she took out a lipstick.

Painted elegantly towards the mirror.

A woman who is fine in the middle of the night. What makeup does she look in the mirror?

I have doubts in my heart.

Before that, I had a lot of suspicion about Yan Xiaoxiao, so I secretly opened my other eye again, and I want to see what the **** this woman is doing.

Although there is no light in the room.

But the light coming in through the window faintly illuminates Yan Xiaoxiao's outline...

But when I saw her in the mirror, Rao was me lying on the bed, and I instantly felt a scalp tingling because of Yan Xiaoxiao in the mirror...

A pale face, long hair, **** lips, and a bright red brocade dress.

This is the woman in the dream.

But in front of the mirror, she clearly wore an ordinary shirt.

And at the moment when I was shocked, Xu Yu, I seemed to see "Yan Xiaoxiao" in the mirror and smiled at me strangely.

Then she slowly picked up a thing, a black thread, with two black beads on the string, the kind of beads that Rong Qi always needed!

Yan Xiaoxiao was slowly carried around her neck, then got up and pushed the door out.

But at this moment, in my heart, it was a stormy sea. Before that, I just suspected that Yan Xiaoxiao had a problem, but now, I can basically be sure that Yan Xiaoxiao must have a problem.

She must have killed the wife.

It's just why she kills his wife?

Could it be because the grandma knew what she was, the wooden box, the old photo that the grandma pinched before she died... The grandma must have wanted to tell someone else, or to tell Rong Qi, but she didn't have time to say it and she died!

What is Yan Xiaoxiao's relationship with the mysterious female ghost? Why do they look so similar?

In my mind, I quickly thought about the process of getting acquainted with Yan Xiaoxiao. Everything was because of the two black beads. Yan Xiaoxiao said that the beads were given by the grandmother.

But in the case where Yan Xiaoxiao is not credible, this theory can be completely overthrown, and the beads have nowhere to go.

It was Yan Xiaoxiao who suggested that we come to this ancient city.

After coming here, ghosts happened again and again, and Rong Qi said that the haunting here was not simple. He suspected that there was someone in the Xuan Men intervening.

Xuanmen, beads, Yan Xiaoxiao, mysterious female ghost...

I suddenly seemed to want to understand something, but I didn't seem to catch anything, but at one point, the answer was already coming out. This might be a game, a game led by beads.

Yan Xiaoxiao, who are you?

What is the purpose?

At the end of this thought, I knew I could never sleep tonight. I quickly took the down jacket on the bed, put on my pants and shoes, put on a coat, and went out with Yan Xiaoxiao.

I'm not even sure.

The current Yan Xiaoxiao is still the former Yan Xiaoxiao.

But I must make things clear.

Yan Xiaoxiao walked slowly under the night, his hands crossed on his abdomen, he was stable and a little bit, like the ancient ladies' show.

I was like a cat, hiding in the corner, and I didn't keep up with it until she turned.

I'm not an expert in tracking people, so that when I followed the house and followed a street, the street stood up in the wind and walked in the front. Yan Xiaoxiao, who was stable and calm, stopped and she looked back at me with a weird smile.

Lost track.

The night is deep at the moment.

In the dark alley of the old town where I couldn't reach my fingers, I stood alone for a while.

I don't know why. After thinking about many things, I was not scared at all in such a dark and haunted place.

Even if I lost Yan Xiaoxiao, I didn't mean to go back. I knew vaguely that the box that the grandmother in the dream showed me should be in the yard where the grandmother lived. I wanted to see it urgently.

What secret is inside.

So I faced the night breeze, so I turned towards the old house, where there should be someone keeping the spirit.

But as I walked in that direction, the scenes in front of me became more unfamiliar.

Quietly, quietly can only hear my own heartbeat.

Then, in my ear, I heard a burst of voices, chattering, like a self-talking.

I searched for the sound and walked a few steps forward, and I saw a hooded woman in front of the corner of the street, burning paper money, one by one into the fire seedlings, while talking in an endless mouth .

Like to whisper to the deceased relatives.

I walked over and asked, "Auntie, it's too late, and burn paper for your loved ones?"

"It's not burning for loved ones, it's burning for myself, hehe..."

The woman's laughter was sharp and thin, as if deliberately puncturing the eardrum of the person, making people listen, inexplicably uncomfortable, and accompanied by such a voice.

The woman slowly raised her head.

A horrible dead face was exposed, half of her face was almost burnt, her blood and flesh were stained on the skull, and only two blood holes were left in her eyes, a smile, and her mouth was full of black teeth.

If ordinary people meet, they can be scared to death.

But I have already opened the eyes of Yin and Yang, and any ghosts have nothing to hide.

Just as the woman was going to pounce on me, I sprinkled a handful of dog blood beans.

"what……"

Immediately on the ghost woman's body, a series of green smoke was hot and a hissing sound was made.

The ghost woman broke her heart in pain, struggled and rolled, and fled.

This level of imp, can't help me, but at this moment, I seem to hear the sound of ghosts crying and howling in the dark corner of the old city.