Ghost Wedding at Midnight: My Adorable Ghost Husband

Strange, how could there be so many people here.

I knew in my heart that it was wrong, not even the leaf group that I had just chased, but my brain seemed to have not listened to my call, and the ghostly **** opened the last corn leaf.

Then, I saw not far away, under the blazing fire, many young men and women, singing and dancing, seemed to be celebrating something.

There are elders around, carrying wine bowls and saying some blessings.

"Girl, is it a guest from afar?"

Suddenly, a middle-aged woman, holding a child, greeted her.

I glanced at them. Although these people were rustic, they were very simple. They didn't have any precautions in their hearts. The subconscious nodded. "Well."

"Today is my child marrying his wife, and the girl will sit down and have a drink and drink."

After talking, there was a joyful guy who came forward and filled me with a bowl of wine. My mind was definitely wooden at the time. I knew that there was a problem with this group of people, and this bowl of wine was more problematic, but I was still muddled. Take it over.

Then I found that the guy who served me the wine was wearing a breasted gown. It was definitely not the service of this era, but more like it was before liberation.

The middle-aged woman's dress, I can't say it, but it must be an earlier period, which can be traced back to the late Qing.

These people are not humans, not humans, not humans... I tell myself over and over again, don't drink this wine, you are fascinated by ghosts, wake up, wake up...

I was sweating in my anxious forehead, and my terrified belly trembles.

The hand holding the wine bowl, too, did not send it to his mouth.

So those young men and women who watched the lively songs and dances, as well as the elders, stopped their business and got up and began to persuade, "Drink, drink, drink..."

"Drink, drink..."

And when people are in the most fearful time, it is often when their brains are clearest. I can clearly feel that everyone's footsteps and their expressions have also been festive, ever more serious, and more cold...

But the words in my mouth remain the same: "Drink, drink, drink..."

Each pair of eyes that looked at me were full of greed, as if they wished to swallow me away.

"Drink, drink..."

"Do you want to drink?"

Even I was hesitating myself. Eventually, I couldn't resist the pressure, and I lifted my head to the mouth and took a big sip.

"Miao Miao, don't drink."

Behind, in the roaring wind, in the whistling cornfield, an urgent cry came from afar, it was Ye Qun's voice.

I stumbled down the wine bowl and waited for me to see the people in front of me again, and found that they were no longer human. The wine-lady had only half of his face, a naked eye, and a wicked smile. Looking at me.

The middle-aged woman, half of her body, bare her skeleton.

The child he was holding in his arms, his eyes were black, and there was a human hand in his mouth, biting and eating all the time, making a variety of crunching, irritating noises.

"Miao Miao... demon, stop."

"what……"

When I screamed, I saw a flash of light in front of me, and my body fell backwards uncontrollably, falling on one's arms, "Miaomiao, how are you? Miaomiao..."

I felt awake in an instant.

But the chest hurt badly, like a fire.

"pain."