Ghost Wedding at Midnight: My Adorable Ghost Husband

A rotten arm, scrambling to get out of the dark corner.

Rao is that I know that there is haunting here. When I heard such a voice, my face was not much better. I quickly ran to the front.

I don't remember how long I ran. The building in front of me was suddenly bright. It was a river that was not very wide. On the river, a stone arch bridge was the construction site I had visited before.

It's just that I remember that there was no water under this stone arch bridge, and it had been worn out for a long time, but now it looks very new.

Opposite the brand-new stone arch bridge, there is a stage. On the stage, a small opera in red and green is singing babbling. Although I don’t understand it, I can hear it. She sings. well.

"it is good……"

The sound of applause rang from behind.

As soon as I looked back, I saw a lot of people standing under the bridge, like a Lantern Festival, as if it was a small show.

The little opera sang more and more joy.

Rows of sleeves were thrown out.

After a while, a male performer also came on stage, the two are obviously old partners, brows and eyebrows, singing a special concert, quite the meaning of the children's affectionate and lingering.

Seeing this, I don't think I can relax my vigilance. On the contrary, just now, I have inadvertently entered the illusion created by ghosts.

This illusion is easy to confuse people, not paying attention, and don't know how to die.

When I was a little surprised, this ghost drama created an illusion that was so real, I saw that the ghost ghost drama was about to exit on stage.

Suddenly glanced at me, the laughter was strange and strange.

At the same time, I suddenly felt dizzy, and when I reacted, I found myself wearing a costume, sitting in front of a mirror, and removing my makeup.

People coming and going behind are all dressed up for singing.

At first glance is the backstage of the troupe.

"Yunmei, congratulations, now you are a pillar in our class..." a familiar male voice came.

When I looked to the side, I saw Rong Qi half-removed her makeup, showing a handsome face, and was looking at me with a gentle smile.

My heart moved, and my infinite affection came out of my heart. The gentle and shy smile, "Wu Lang, you used to laugh at me, how can I sing how good you are."

"Who said, you haven't been in vain for the past few years."

Rong Qi smiled and complimented me. On one side, he had already held the hand under my sleeve, warm.

But it was also because of this warmth that I was completely awake by an excited spirit. Rong Qi is not a living person. There is an excessive body temperature. The one in front of me is clearly a ghost who is posing as Rong Qi to confuse me.

I was almost confused by him just now.

While I was annoyed, my feelings for Rong Qi had already reached this point, and I was secretly shocked. This ghost drama created an illusion that actually accommodated me.

If I just want to pierce it now, I'm afraid I'm facing the ghost play.

The ghost play at this time is the fierce time.

Not as good as one or two.

Although I have never encountered this situation, my uncle said that all ghosts have weaknesses, especially this kind of ghost who likes to create fantasy.

The more hungry for the red dust, the possession in front of me always thinks of possession after death.

At this point, I was silent, so I looked at Wu Lang in front of me.

Soon, a flowery woman came over and ordered Wu Lang to leave, looking at me with a smile and saying, "Yun'er, are you sixteen this year?"

"Gang Niang, what do you ask this?"

I was wary, because this so-called goddess, the corners of his eyes and brows were filled with bad intentions.

"It's all sixteen, and it's time to say the age of the mother-in-law. The goddess is also for your sake. I asked someone to tell you a mother-in-law, Zhang Dashan in the city. I've seen you play several times, remember? ?"

The godmother smiled with joy.

I'll just go and talk about my wife's house at sixteen, you're definitely not a splendid country seedling.

Of course, this sentence is what I said in my heart.

The little play I am playing now, but without this courage, after listening to it, his face changed, and he did not dare to turn his back, but only supported my words: "Gang Niang, I'm still small..."

"It's not too small. It's rare for Zhang Dashan to look at you, so go enjoy it."

What kind of person Zhang Dashan puts gold on his face, in fact, is a few stinky money, but also sells fame and reputation, big belly poop, very ugly, very old age can be my father.

I am like this, not to mention the allure of the country, the flowery girl, how can you marry an old man.

The little **** is timid and dare not turn back.

I didn’t have so much scrutiny, so I opened my mouth and scolded: “Since it’s a blessing, I want to marry you. He is an old man with a pocky face. You have a charm like a goddess. , I have been wandering with Wu Langmei for days, why are you so good at playing mandarin ducks?"

I said happy.

The goddess’s eyes were glaring, but it took a long time to react. After waving his sleeves, he was furious: "Oh, you little bitch, don’t shame your face..."

"You are shameless..."

The two of us were fighting immediately. Let’s fight, no matter how skillful we are. To put it bluntly, the soft one is afraid of the hard one, and the hard one is afraid of the dead.

I struck lifelessly and scratched the blood mark on the face of the goddess.

"It's reversed..."

But when she greeted, when several big, big, and three thick women came in, I knew that it was time to take a break, and I could only shout.

"Wu Lang saves me, Wu Lang saves me..."

It's a pity Wu Lang didn't come, so I had to shout again, holding my head: "Don't fight, don't fight, if you break Zhang Dashan, you won't see me, it's worthless..."

This saved a fat beating, but was **** by the five flowers and thrown into the firewood room.

Fortunately, they had Zhang Liangji. I had a wall staircase. In the middle of the night, I quickly thought of breaking the rope on my body. When I saw Wu Lang, I was cautious and came in with bowls and chop.

Although I know that Wu Lang in front of me is not my Rong Qi, but as soon as I saw this face, my tears still blew down.

"Wu Lang, let's elope."

I took Wu Lang's hand.

"Yunmei, I'm afraid it's not right. We can't run. People from Zhang Dashan are everywhere. If I get caught, it doesn't matter if I get there, I'm afraid your end will be even worse..." Wu Lang looked helpless. Distressed.

Finished talking and left.

Two days later, I quickly pulled out of the chalet, put on a red wedding dress, and tied it to a flower sedan to marry Zhang Dashan.

It is a pity that Jiri was not selected.

On this day, the sound of guns and cannons in the city turned out to be that the warlords had entered the city and killed when they saw them.

Zhang Dashan was shot by someone with a brain blow, and the troupe was also copied. Everywhere was a robber, a murderer, and someone else was in charge of me.

I glanced at the opportunity and ran.

But when he ran to a corner, he hit a man.

"Wu Lang!"

Seeing Rong Qi's familiar face, my heart moved.

"Run girl, run quickly."

Wu Lang pulled me and ran. We didn't know how long we ran. We ran under the stone arch bridge in the city. It was barely peaceful here, so we stopped and prepared to talk to each other.

"Sister Yun, I'm confused. I should have promised you to elope that day, but it's not too late. Let's go now. We'll go now. I've done my job."

Wu Lang, with love, looked at me tenderly and said.

To be honest, Rong Qi has never seen me like that.

But when I looked at Wu Lang, my little girl's shy emotions before her face disappeared, and some were just cold sneers.

"Ghost drama, you're addicted to this drama, it's time to call the curtain, you dare to run with this kind of man, I dare not, if he loves me, when I was beaten for the first time, I should rush out to save me, If he loves me, he shouldn’t be attached to vanity and fear of power. He should elope with me for the first time, instead of running away with me now, and to be eloquent. Confused me with my man's face, it was blasphemous to my man, and I was not ready to tear this face off..."

After I finished, I slapped it and slammed it on Wu Lang's face.

At that moment, all the smoke disappeared, and Wu Lang's body in front of him ignited a black flame and burned his skin.

But a screaming woman screamed.

"Ah, you... how did you see..."

It's always this little kid who has been confusing me.

I sneered: "I not only saw it, but also guessed your ending. You were timid and timid and did not dare to test. Knowing that Wu Lang was not true to you, and deceived himself, he ran away with him wishfully. I guess he is in trouble. When you do, you must first think about selling you for money."

"Ah...yin fire..."

Ghost play, only now realized that the horror of the flames on his body.

That's right, I used the Yinyin Rune from Rong Qi.

"No...forgiveness...I regret it. I believed in the weak-hearted person..."

The ghost drama, after burning Wu Lang's skin, revealed her original face, the beautiful girl with makeup, but unfortunately this makeup faded, revealing a terrifying lacquered black skull.

In a trance, I seemed to see.

After the little opera eloped with Wu Lang, Wu Lang soon ran out of bounds and had nowhere to go. He directly sold the little opera who had returned to Shanmeng the oath immediately before him and sold it to the kiln.

Suffering from torture, he finally sang a desolate play and hit the pillar with his head.

If it wasn't for me to terminate this illusion in time, I was the one who hit the pillar.

"call……"

A gust of wind blew away, dispelling the little drama, and finally wept bitterly, as if there were still remaining, a faint singing voice, babble, scattered with the wind.

And my eyes cleared.

I found myself standing under this stone arch bridge from beginning to end, with the night in front of it as dark as ink.

I didn't have time to spare the rest of my life, I heard not far away, there was a burst of suona sound, from far to near, accompanied by the night wind, it sounded particularly sad.

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

There was a cold horn without emotion.