The mark on his wrist became more and more burning.
Balian felt a trace of deep hatred in this hot pain.
Finally, the team stopped in front of an ancient dilapidated house that was rarely visited.
The desolate house and fields are desolate, and the wind howls.
The deserted house is deep and secluded, and behind it is a towering cliff and an abyss. The cliff is barren and thorns and weeds grow wildly.
There are many rocks, and an ancient tree with bare branches and leaves grows in front of the cliff.
The trunk of the tree is extremely thick, enough to hold a dozen people in their arms. It is strong and green, with roots covering the cliff. The yin energy is very heavy. I am afraid that if it absorbs the yin energy of a few more years, this ancient tree may become a demon.
The old house has old walls, moss-covered grass steps, and is desolate and deserted.
The two will-o'-the-wisps in front of the team jumped and fell into the two old yellow paper lanterns hanging in the front yard of the deserted house.
A green will-o'-the-wisp jumped into it, and the flames instantly turned blood red, illuminating the steps, making it eerie.
The deserted house was empty, and Bai Lian did not see Youguilang.
After getting out of the big red sedan chair, a mound of earth suddenly rose up from the soft earth under his feet. Bailian's expression remained unchanged as he watched a woman in a green shirt emerge from the mound.
The woman's complexion took on a lifeless, leaden color, and the lower part of her neck was covered with corpse spots. She must have been dead for a long time.
She staggered and stood up, swaying from side to side. As she moved, a string of bells around her waist jingled.
Bailian's expression changed slightly, and he obviously recognized the bell.
This is the identity bell of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance.
This woman is from the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance.
He actually died here.
Fang Geyu suddenly whispered: "I know her. She was Lan Youdie's personal maid. She died in Meng Chengzhi's hands, but I didn't expect that the body was hidden in this deserted house."
In this way, the old man from the study was even more conscientious in doing things for Yu Guilang.
The dead woman had no soul under her body. She was like an empty puppet. She walked stiffly in front of Bailian. With her mottled fingers, she removed the red ribbon from his hair and replaced it with a white mourning ribbon.
Dress, red makeup, white belt tied up hair.
This is the best dress.
Bai Lian let Shi do what he wanted, and after changing the hair tie, the deserted house suddenly became lively.
Dozens of identical earthen bags arched up in the ground, and corpses crawled out of the tombs without monuments one after another.
There are men and women, most of them are wearing auspicious red clothes.
Most of the bodies of the men and women in red who crawled out from deeper underground had rotted away, leaving only most of their skeletons.
Anyone who had not seen it with their own eyes would have imagined that the ancient city of Xianling, which was famous all over Tianyao, would actually harbor such a large number of walking corpses.
Fang Geyu rarely showed a quiet side. He glanced coldly at the scene in front of him, but he did not show the girl's panic and confusion.
The deserted house is deep, dilapidated and dark.
There was only one room with a bright light and old window paper covered with red happy characters.
A female corpse in red clothes has a pair of empty eyes, and she raises her hand to lift the red gauze hijab on the singer's phoenix crown below.
This woman thought she had died not long ago, and there was no strong corpse smell on her body like other corpses.
But even this made Fang Geyu, who had a mysophobia, feel as sick as eating ten pounds of dead fish internal organs.
Balian was afraid that Fang Geyu wouldn't be able to bear it any longer. In a rage, he drew his sword and chopped the corpses into pieces.
In her peripheral vision, her body trembled slightly, and her bare hands under the red sleeves were clenched into small fists. However, she did not have an attack after all, and was temporarily led into the hospital by the female corpse.
In the inner courtyard of the deserted house, there is another ancient tree. Different from the withered old tree on the edge of the cliff, this tree has lush branches and leaves, and fireflies are flying around.
There is a table and two chairs under the tree.
The two faceless people who were welcoming the bride sat on both sides of the chair, completely acting as a high hall.
But one of them, Gaotang, had deep sunken cheeks and air leakage. Now that he walked back into the deserted house, he had become like a limp noodle, hanging limply on the chair, and the weird atmosphere was added. Somewhat ridiculously funny.
Wo wash his hands and perform three rituals.
The mark of ghost marriage on the wrist became more and more hot, like a red-hot iron thrust into the skin. The intense pain made Balian frown.
He was not afraid of pain, but was a little worried about Fang Geyu.
Subconsciously, he turned his head and glanced at her. Even though the mark on his wrist was as scarlet as a reminder, he saw that the face under the thin red gauze had the same expression, without any change.
Balian was a little surprised that she could endure the pain like this.
"The ceremony is completed -" I don't know if the voice of singing came from the paper-shaped mouth.
As the words fell, Balian's wrists tingled, and the ghost marriage seal burned his skin like weeping blood. A wisp of bright red blood turned into a zigzag red line, and the same scene was seen on Fang Geyu's side.
The two phases of red wire are entangled and twisted into a concentric knot.
The pain dissipated, the wound became numb, and gradually, there was a bit of itchy pleasure in the wrist.
The pleasure flowed to the bottom of my heart like electricity.
Bai Lian was slightly stunned, his eyes were blank for a moment, and he tilted his head to look at Fang Geyu subconsciously. His clear consciousness seemed to be occupied by something incomprehensible for a very brief moment.
Staring at the beautiful woman beside him actually gave him an illusion.
One way is that tonight is the day when he and her will get married, and the girl beside him is the wife he will spend the rest of his life with.
This thought made Bai Li'an terrified all his life, and his mind suddenly became clear.
On the other hand, Fang Geyu snorted coldly and looked at the red line on her wrist playfully, as if watching a child's trick, but she was not affected by it at all.
In the dark depths, a dark and cold sight detected.
Fang Geyu's eyes moved slightly, and then he made a deeply affected, ignorant and affectionate look. He glanced at Balian shyly and called out in a voice that he thought was very soft: "Langjun~"
Bai Lian couldn't help but tremble violently, and with sharp eyes he noticed the cold hairs on Fang Ge Yuxiu's neck, and goosebumps popped out.
There is also the little look in his eyes that seems to be welcoming but contains sharp murderous intent.
I wish I could stare him to death!
Fang Geyu, who has always been venomous, never called him such a disgusting name.
Balian thought blankly, are you sure you don't want to say 'dog thief! Take your life! '?
"The newlyweds are married—sent into the bridal chamber—"
Fang Geyu took a deep breath, and when no one saw it, he tapped each other with his two fingers in front of his chest, lowered his head and whispered in a low voice: "It's fake, everything that happened tonight is fake, Ge Don’t take it seriously.”
After entering the room, the bride's hijab is lifted, and the female body in red washes away the remaining makeup, leaving only the bright red lipstick. Under the dim candlelight, the girl's face is clear and fair.
There are servants carrying tea and water, coming and going, dressed thoughtfully.
Bailian untied the white hair tie in his hair, looked at the boy with dark eyes, and pursed his lips in silence.
The deserted house is full of ghosts and dead people.
But this boy is a living person.
Moreover, this living person was recognized by Bai Lian and Fang Geyu.
Ji's eldest son, Ji Ting.
