Chapter 30: A Ghostly Marriage with the Dead Bai Yueguang (Thirty)

After leaving the restaurant, Yan Kai did not let him go back, but drove to the villa.

Maybe I haven't played enough role-playing games.

After entering the door, Yan Kai took out a uniform from the cabinet and handed it over.

Yu Huo had a question mark on his forehead.

What's up?

Did this guy forget what was written in the contract? Want a uniform play?

Believe it or not, he subdued this guy first!

"Change your clothes and go over there to paint."

Oh, by the way, eating is just an exception. Sitting in the corner and pretending to be a high-class woman is his real job.

Yu Huo took the clothes and went straight to the bathroom. The uniform looked like a school uniform from five or six years ago. It was a brown suit and trousers. The material was not very good and it looked like a cheap street stall item.

He sighed and kept comforting himself in his heart.

Money is hard to earn, shit is hard to eat, and the knees have to bend.

When he came out after changing, he saw Yan Kai standing at the entrance, frowning and staring at his phone, while Li Gui was standing in front of the easel, with his slender fingers spread out in the lower right corner of the white paper, as if he was tracing his signature with his fingertips.

——Live

Maybe the original meaning of this name is really rebirth...

"Yu Huo! Who told you to tell this?"

Yan Kai's cold voice drew Yu Huo's gaze back from the evil spirit. He looked at the particularly angry man in confusion, his eyes sliding across the screen of the other's raised mobile phone.

His 'Confession Bureau' clip video is playing above.

It turns out that he was angry about this.

Yu Huo shrugged: "If you don't tell me, do you want to see me die?"

Although the haunted show was suppressed by the authorities, there were many people who recorded the live broadcast, so it was impossible to suppress it.

Yan Kai seemed to have discovered some fragments of information, and the fire he had started went out inexplicably.

Seeing this, Yu Huo walked over to the easel, picked up a pencil, and continued slowly, "Besides, our contract doesn't specify that this matter can't be spread outside, so I'm not in breach of contract."

The words fell on the paper along with the tip of the pen, smooth lines slowly spread out, and the swish white noise began to echo and float in the eardrum.

Yu Huo looked at the big hand that was wrapping around his palm in surprise, and a faint smile gradually appeared in his eyes.

But the next second, his smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

The evil spirit had a pleasant voice, and when he spoke into his ear it was particularly alluring, even burning the tip of his ear red.

He asked, “Is this exciting?”

“…”

It’s so exciting, it’s so exciting!

This guy really holds a grudge!

The two of them were happily painting together, completely oblivious to the domineering boss who was secretly sulking over there.

After a long while, he saw that the other party was still cold towards him, and his desire to stay here inexplicably faded a little.

Yan Kai clutched his phone tightly and opened the door: "Go change your clothes, that's all for today."

Yu Huo then raised his head, and at the same time he felt the evil ghost's fingers exerting a little force, as if it was angry.

What is he angry about?

"Let him go."

The evil spirit's voice was hoarse, as if he was suppressing something.

Yu Huo thought for a moment, then looked up and smiled: "Go away on your own, no need to take me with you."

Yan Kai hesitated for a moment, then flew into a rage: "What did you say?!"

There was disbelief in his eyes. The person in front of him seemed to be overturning his previous cognition bit by bit. The once shy young man seemed to have torn off his disguise overnight and revealed his fierce side.

With such a side, with fangs, let alone controlling it, even getting close to it seems like a luxury.

"Say it again!"

Yan Kai took two steps closer, his face ferocious, no longer as dignified as before.

Suddenly, with a bang, the chandelier above his head fell down without warning and hit him in front of him. The glass fragments scattered and cut his trouser legs.

Just one step away, he would be crippled if not dead.

Yu Huo lowered his eyelashes, feeling that his patience for the day had run out. He deliberately said in a sinister voice, "Why are you being so mean to me? It was Jiang Feng who told you to get out."

Upon hearing the name, Yan Kai froze in place, his eyes still fixed on the broken chandelier.

As if to deliberately scare him, the life-size mirror behind him shattered with a snap, and the cracks on it continued to spread like a spider web, falling down with a clatter.

Of course, the evil spirit's evil taste did not stop there. The old window was quietly opened a crack at some point, and with the first night breeze in the evening, the creaking sound echoed in the empty villa.

Yan Kai shuddered inexplicably, then he looked around, his voice trembling: "Jiang Xuedi, is that you?"

"Yeah~"

A sharp reply suddenly rang out, and a pale arm reached in from the window. Yan Kai felt as if his throat was strangled by something. The arm, which was obviously not the skin color of a living person, pushed open the window, and the scarred head rose from the transparent glass window like a balloon, floating into the house bit by bit.

Yan Kai desperately averted his gaze from the disfigured ghost and looked at Yu Huo for help: "I, I can't move..."

Yan Kai said this and pinched his thigh hard.

It’s true!

He is not dreaming!!!

The disfigured ghost crawled in slowly, and walked stiffly step by step to Yan Kai, so close that he could almost smell the faint smell of blood on his body.

"Do you need help?"

Yan Kai shook his head frantically.

The disfigured ghost sighed, "But I need your help."

Yan Kai froze in place, remaining silent. It wasn't until a streak of blood trickled from the corner of the disfigured ghost's eye that he asked, tearfully, "Wh-what can I help you with?"

The disfigured ghost licked the scar outside the corner of his lip and chuckled: "Can you give me your face?"

Yan Kai suddenly opened his eyes wide, his pupils suddenly shrank to as thin as a needle, then became congested and overflowed with a few tiny red bloodstains, and finally he fainted magnificently.

Seeing this, the evil spirit stepped forward and kicked him in disgust, saying, "What bad luck! Throw this eyesore out of here!"

The disfigured ghost looked dissatisfied. Yu Huo stepped forward and patted her shoulder: "Where have you been these past two days?"

The disfigured ghost got excited when he said this, gesticulating with his hands and feet. "I went to the police station. Qin She and Guan Leng were fined a lot of money! And Yan Xun and Si Cheng are receiving treatment in the hospital. Si Cheng's family is well-off. I overheard his family trying to forge a mental illness case under the bed! How could I let that scum succeed? Last night in the middle of the night, I directly ran to climb through the window. The psychiatrist has become a psychopath now, hahaha..."

"You can really get under the bed and climb out the window, that's amazing!" Yu Huo applauded her. "I've decided to reward you by throwing that annoying guy out!"

The disfigured ghost couldn't help but praise, and he walked forward with his chin held high to drag the unconscious Yan Kai. There were clanging sounds all the way, and Yu Huo was afraid that Yan Kai would have a concussion when he woke up.

He let out a pretentious sigh and turned back to close the open window. The next second, his sight caught the eye of a figure in a brown school uniform.

Yu Huo narrowed his eyes and looked at the evil spirit in front of him, then looked down at the same school uniform he was wearing which he had not had time to change out of.

Well, the street stall goods became unaffordable in an instant.

"What do you mean?"

Yu Huo's anger was not concealed at all. Li Gui was stunned for a moment and chuckled: "Isn't this just to match your habit of wearing couple outfits?"

Who likes it?

Yu Huo snorted, "What? You want me, a fake, to humiliate myself face to face?"

The evil spirit didn't expect that the young man actually took these unbearable words to heart. His long eyelashes trembled uneasily, and his dark eyes were like unmelted ice water in early spring, showing a coldness.

"You are not a fake." The evil spirit's voice inexplicably lowered, and suddenly there was a kind of gentleness that blended into the night.

Rare tenderness.

"You are not a fake, you are a rare treasure that belongs only to me."

With a click, a bouquet of white hyacinths fell to the ground, and the clusters of buds were shattered along with the last note, scattering into the mud...