Chapter 4: A Ghost Marriage with the Dead Bai Yueguang (Part 4)
Da-da-da
The leather shoes made a regular echo as they stepped on the floor. Yu Huo could even imagine the comfortable yet cruel smile on the face of the evil ghost outside.
He tangled his hair with the hair of the corpse beside him, separated a half strand and placed it on his ring finger, whispering tremblingly: "The fifteenth day of the seventh month is the Ghost Festival. The Jiang family has a son, whose beauty is comparable to Diao Chan..."
[Rogue 945: Ah Ba Ah Ba! Are you scared to death?]
Yu Huo didn't respond. Because of the cold, wisps of white mist rose from his mouth. The hair wrapped around his fingertips emitted a discordant, scorching heat. They tangled together, becoming indistinguishable from each other. The temperature rose higher and higher, and the hair became harder and smoother to the touch...
"The 15th day of the seventh lunar month is a good birthday. It's an auspicious time, but there's no wedding..."
Lanterns lead the way, and suona music clears the way."
As Yu Huo chanted, there was a puffing sound inside the coffin, and two ghostly blue fires lit up. The coffin lid above his head also slowly began to move by itself, making a long and strange crackling sound.
The footsteps outside the coffin suddenly stopped, and with a bang, Senbai's palm rested on the edge of the coffin, preventing the coffin lid from moving any further.
The thin moonlight slipped through the narrow gap in the coffin, and Yu Huo belatedly looked at the pair of beautiful eyes that were so close to him.
Then he pulled out a stiff smile: "Please raise your hand..."
The owner of the eyes had malicious eyes, but his hands did not move at all.
"Okay." Yu Huo sighed, put his fingers out of the gap, and gently touched the cold fingertips on the edge of the coffin lid under the other party's vigilant gaze.
For some unknown reason, the evil spirit didn't hide. After a brief silence, he looked down at the pitch-black ring on his ring finger and said in a distorted voice, "What did you put on me?"
Ghost marriage is a feudal custom. Perhaps people in ancient times did not have the conditions for entertainment, so when they had free time, they would tend to think about all sorts of things. For example, they would speculate that people who died young and unmarried would become evil spirits in the underground because of their resentment, and they would be afraid that they would haunt people. Therefore, the custom of ghost marriage was prevalent.
There are three types of ghost marriages. One is to marry a man and a woman who died young, to bring peace of mind to their living relatives. Another is to marry a living person with a dead person, with a memorial tablet enshrined at home. The last and most cruel type is to sacrifice a living person and mix their bones with the deceased.
Yu Huo didn't want to die young, so the ceremony he held was naturally the second one.
Of course, he didn't have a habit of marrying dead people; he did it purely for self-protection.
The coffin lid, without a hand to hold it down, was easily pushed open by the person inside. He stood up, folded his arms, and shuddered, but his smile grew even brighter: "The ceremony is over."
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The night had faded without a trace, and the spotless sky was as calm as the blue sea. Soon, scattered clouds dotted the sky like pieces of alum.
On such a rare quiet morning, the doorbell was rang by some tactless person.
Yu Huo frowned and buried his face in the quilt, pretending to be deaf and dumb.
But the other party seemed very persistent. When no one opened the door, she kept pressing it. Occasionally, she could hear two angry kicks on the door.
"Yu Huo, stop pretending to be dead and open the door for me!"
The voice sounds like a woman's.
Yu Huo rubbed his eyes and used all his strength to bend his elbows and half-support his body. Just when he wanted to sit up completely, the implicit premonition of walking on the edge of danger for many years made his body stop in mid-air. He opened his eyelids and looked at the source of danger in front of him.
The fruit knife bathed in sunlight shone with a silvery luster, hanging less than three centimeters in front of his neck. If his sixth sense had failed just now, he might have crashed into it and died.
Yu Huo reached out and pushed aside the thin blade, raising an eyebrow at the 'Sexy Ghost' not far away: "Hey, I've seen many people speak in a roundabout way, but this is the first time I've seen someone kill someone in a roundabout way like you. I'm so scared..."
His acting was truly poor, but the evil spirit didn't seem angry at all. Instead, he raised his red lips and smiled coldly, "Don't be afraid. If this doesn't work, there's always another time. I'll kill you sooner or later."
With the 'wedding ring' present, the evil spirit cannot kill directly, but it can create an accident to make the person commit suicide. Ghost marriage is not a universal amulet.
As he spoke, Yu Huo's eyes half closed again, and he yawned sleepily. He encouraged the other party with a big heart: "Well, just work hard, and leave the rest to fate."
Bang bang bang—"Open the door! Yu Huo, are you dead?!"
The evil spirit glanced outside the door and stepped aside. With his tall, long legs and perfect demeanor, he chuckled suddenly after the young man in front of him stood up: "You have a sharp tongue."
His legs paused slightly as he passed the evil spirit. Yu Huo looked up at him, glaring at him, his mouth unyielding: "It's different after I've tasted it. You've discovered this?"
“…”
After saying this, he stretched and walked slowly towards the door.
The loose hem of the pajamas was forced up because of the raised arms, revealing the thin waist and abdominal muscles clearly defined, the lines seemed to be drawn with a fine wolf hair brush, slender yet extremely explosive.
The ghost's sneer faltered slightly, and the fingers gripping the knife handle felt strangely itchy...
The moment the door opened, a woman with no makeup on rushed in. She stood in the middle of the living room with one hand on her waist, pointing at Yu Huo, who was wearing pajamas, and her voice trembled with anger: "You...look at the time yourself?"
Yu Huo rubbed his eyes, feeling exhausted: "Eight twenty."
"How dare you say that?! Go change your clothes!"
After yelling this, Sister Chen kicked open the bedroom door and went straight towards the soul that was filled with yin energy. A second before she was about to collide with it, Yu Huo lazily hooked her ring finger, and the cold fingertips suddenly touched the back of his hand. The two pure black rings collided with each other, making a crisp sound.
The evil spirit beside Yu Huochong raised the corner of his mouth provocatively, picked up a sweatshirt and went to the bathroom.
The agent who was rummaging through boxes and drawers in the bedroom to help Yu Huo pack his luggage did not notice all this, nor did he know that he had just escaped death a few seconds ago.
Squeak——
The bathroom door was tightly shut, and Yu Huo's arm felt a chill. He leaned lazily towards the door, his eyes subconsciously following the delicate sickle earrings before him, swaying...
The evil spirit in front of him said in a contemptuous tone: "Are you anxious? Afraid that I will kill her?"
Yu Huo pursed his lips and pulled at his wrist, but the other party held it too tightly and he couldn't break free.
After failing once, he simply chose to give up: "I'm scared."
Compared with the previous word "fear", this one seems more sincere.
The evil ghost's fingers tightened subconsciously, his eyes were dark, and his smile was particularly creepy, the kind that even the most beautiful face couldn't save.
"Who is that woman outside? Why are you so protective of her?"
"broker."
"Just an agent?"
Huh? Why does that tone sound so harsh?
Yu Huo narrowed his eyes and looked at the evil spirit that was so close to him. The cold air seemed to be everywhere.
He has a special physique, and in order to suppress that thing, he has always been in a bad mood.
The evil spirit has an extremely strong yin energy, which feels like placing a plate of opium in front of an addict who is going through withdrawal, making him lose his mind.
Subconsciously, Yu Huo raised his neck uncontrollably, but the evil spirit, who had been prepared, did not give him a second chance to succeed. He leaned back and suddenly avoided his touch.
A look of pity flashed across Yu Huo's half-closed eyes, but he didn't force it. He grabbed the hem of his pajamas with his freed arms and lifted it up calmly.
Seeing that slender waistline reappear in his field of vision, Li Gui's eyes lost focus for a moment, and he hastily looked away. During this time, he could still hear the young man's carefree laughter in his ears: "Ha! What else could it be but an agent? Don't worry, we've been married for less than a day, it won't be that soon to find a mistress."
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