Ghost husband knocks on the door at night: Obediently marry

Ai He'er wrapped her dirty black cloak tightly, put on the jumper hat, and held the recently stolen tablet computer in her arms.

She fled from the city to the slums, and exchanged the shiny and beautiful stewardess suit for a set of half-worn clothes.

In order not to attract attention, she also took off the golden decoration on the stewardess' hat, and exchanged it for such a tattered cloak.

Smells terrible.

Ai Heer frowned, and finally reached the end of the street.

A dark and matte Cayenne parked there steadily.

The glass of the rear window has not been rolled down, but a human figure can be seen faintly.

Heart suffocated, Ai He'er recognized Hisoka's car at a glance.

Among the crowd, Ai He'er hesitated whether to move forward.

Hisoka seemed to have noticed this too, he pressed the window glass and looked over.

In desperation, Ai He'er sat down on the spot.The hat was so big that if she lowered her head slightly, it could completely cover her face.

People around her came and went, she just sat on the street like a beggar.

The person Hisoka looked at was not her, but AC who was striding towards this side.

AC didn't notice the dirty Ai He'er on the side of the road, and went straight to Cayenne.

"I heard from the grocer that Madam just left there." AC handed Hisoka the oily leather package in his hand.

Squinting his eyes, Hisoka took the package in his hand and opened it.The small and exquisite silver gun lay quietly inside.

"Why did you leave this?" Hisoka frowned, looking very dissatisfied: "Doesn't she know how chaotic this city is? Doesn't she want to protect herself?"

"Don't get excited." AC looked at the out-of-control Hisoka, feeling a little helpless: "Madam should not have gone far, I will immediately arrange people to search here."

"After the person is found, send it to me as soon as possible." Hisoka held the pistol in his hand, feeling its miniature size: "Madam took this gun to the grocer, what are you doing?"

"It seems to be pawned." AC recalled: "According to the grocer's description, the lady's clothes seem to be very shabby..."

Suddenly, as if remembering something, AC turned his head to look in the direction he came from just now.

People come and go, but something is missing.

"What's wrong?" Hisoka followed his line of sight, but didn't see anything unusual.

"It was there just now." AC raised his finger and pointed to a mailbox on the street: "I remember a beggar was there just now."

Then he turned around and looked at Hisoka with an unclear expression, not knowing what to say.

"Seal this street, and no one can enter or leave." Hisoka took out a small metal box from nowhere, opened it and put the silver pistol in it: "Search all the streets around here."

"Yes." AC nodded in response, seeing Hisoka intending to raise the window glass, he quickly added: "Madam took something from the grocer, and left the gun behind."

"Take what?" Hisoka asked with a frown.

"The dealer said that he couldn't remember what was put there, but it was definitely not an offensive object." Although AC tried his best to identify the shape of the dust left on the counter, but because Ai Heer wiped the dust indiscriminately when he stole the gun So many times, so there is no way to see what it is.

Hisoka nodded. He couldn't figure out what Ai Heer needed for the time being, and he would be willing to exchange it with a life-saving gun.

Cayenne left without a trace, and AC who was standing there also turned and left.

Ai Heer is from a hidden corner, the sun's rays are blocked by the eaves.She was dressed in gray and black, blending perfectly into the shadows.

She peeked around secretly, then breathed a sigh of relief, planning to take the opportunity to leave here.

But she didn't know that just as she stepped out of the shadows, a pair of eyes behind her were staring at her closely.

Passing through the emerald green rice fields, Cheng Moxun returned to the car.

The secretary turned his head and glanced unintentionally, and found that there was a shiny ring on Cheng Moxun's hand, so he looked at Xu Ziyu with some overjoyed.

Unexpectedly, Xu Ziyu's complexion was not as bright as expected.

It can even be said that the atmosphere between the two people in front of them is not as joyful as imagined.

Did Assistant Cheng reject the president?That ring shouldn't still be on your finger!

The secretary was at a loss and only felt troubled.

The relationship between the president and Assistant Cheng is really unpredictable.

"It's far from the city." Cheng Moxun said suddenly as he looked at the rice fields beyond his sight on the car's return trip.

"Well, in order to keep the environment around the church good." Xu Ziyu said in a low voice, thought for a while and then added: "That church has a history of nearly a hundred years."

Those buildings alone look old.

Cheng Moxun looked out of the window in a daze, nodded: "It's beautiful."

"It's also very romantic." Xu Ziyu changed his mouth, seeing Cheng Moxun turning his head to look at him in surprise, he coughed a little embarrassedly: "I just heard that women would like such a scene."

The secretary quietly rolled her eyes. She just casually mentioned that the church looked very romantic in the morning. Unexpectedly, the president decided to go to the church to propose to Assistant Cheng.

Let her, the secretary who has been with Xu Ziyu for many years and has seen Xu Ziyu's sudden decisions, be surprised by this decisive arrangement.

But fortunately, everything went smoothly... At least it seemed that it was completed as expected.

"Oh." Cheng Moxun lowered her head, she didn't know how to answer Xu Ziyu.

Seeing her expression, Xu Ziyu sighed in his heart for the first time.

In the end, he pulled off the spare towel blanket in the back seat of the car, and gently covered Cheng Moxun: "You can squint for a while when you're tired."

Cheng Moxun shook her head, she wanted to say that she didn't need it.

His eyelids suddenly became heavy, so he couldn't help but close his eyes.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he fell directly into a deep dreamland.

Looking at Cheng Moxun, who was breathing evenly after a few minutes, Xu Ziyu only found it funny.

He adjusted his posture slightly, letting Cheng Moxun rest on his lap.

Then he reached out his hand to brush away the broken hair on Cheng Moxun's forehead, and kissed it pitifully.

Cheng Moxun saw the darkness in front of him.

The sky is foggy, and the scenery in front of me is also foggy.

Without a little color, it feels depressing as hell.

"Yingyue." A familiar voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Turning his head quickly, he saw the ghost king in ancient costume standing behind him.

But the ghost king didn't look at her, but looked into the distance.

The expression is sad and full of mourning.

"Ah Qin, wait for me for a while." This voice... Cheng Moxun turned around.

In the mist, one can vaguely see the figure of a woman, dressed in white and with long hair fluttering.

Feeling a chill down her spine, Cheng Moxun swallowed, and she saw the woman standing in front of a stone tablet.

Cheng Moxun couldn't see what words were faintly engraved on that stone tablet.

Boldly, she quietly moved forward a few steps.

It was found that it was written impressively: Tomb of Tang Qin.

As if thinking of something, Cheng Moxun suddenly looked behind him.

The ghost king's figure had disappeared.

"I'm going to see you soon." The woman's voice was a bit ethereal, sounding like she had no strength: "It doesn't take much longer."

The breeze blew, blowing the woman's hair into a mess.

"I couldn't listen to you, live on." The woman's voice became lower and lower, "I'm sorry..."

A certain string in my heart suddenly moved, the fear disappeared instantly, and a strange feeling spread all over my body.

Numerous images flashed chaotically in my mind, too fast to catch them.

Cheng Moxun understood, she strode around the tombstone and looked at the woman.

Sure enough, it was Yingyue.

There was no feeling of shock in her heart at all, Cheng Moxun couldn't help reaching out to touch Yingyue, the face that was exactly like her was completely drained of blood, her lips were chapped, her eyes were dull, and she looked exhausted.

Yingyue's hands hanging on both sides of her body were covered with wounds, and beside her was a sword with countless gaps, blood stains that could not be washed off, and scratches left after the fight.

The sword has lost its luster, just like Yingyue.

Cheng Moxun failed to touch Yingyue, her fingers passed through Yingyue's body, and a white light flashed in front of her eyes.

Before he could react, the white light had disappeared, and Yingyue in front of him had disappeared.

Looking down, he was actually wearing the white robe of Yingyue.

"You guys, go over there and have a look!" A rough male voice sounded in the distance.

Feeling vigilant, Cheng Moxun became nervous for some reason. She quickly picked up the sword on the ground, glanced at the tombstone again, and then strode towards the dark mist in the distance.

A voice shouted from behind: "I saw her! Quick! Don't let her run away! Chase!"

Cheng Moxun only felt that her palms were sweating, and she ran forward with big strides, the extra part of the white robe's top placket fluttered in the wind.

The sword in her hand was tightly clenched, and her pale and bewildered face was vaguely reflected on the blade.

She couldn't die here, she had to try her best to live on!

The strong consciousness in her heart gave her great strength.

But the figures chasing behind were getting closer and closer, and a few men with grim faces, who looked like soldiers, chased after them with a machete in their hands.

Seeing that there are only two steps to catch up.

Cheng Moxun ran forward, turned his head and saw a machete slashing at him...

"No!" Cheng Moxun was startled, she sat up straight all of a sudden, her eyes widened in horror, as if she hadn't reacted yet.

Sitting next to her, Xu Ziyu was startled. Seeing her panting violently, he stretched out his hand to hug her with some distress.

But as soon as the palm touched her body, it was quickly and vigorously thrown away.

"It's me!" Xu Ziyu growled, not seeing Cheng Moxun rejecting himself like this.But then seeing her pale face, she couldn't help but soften her voice: "Did you have a nightmare?"

Cheng Moxun looked at Xu Ziyu blankly, the panic in his eyes hadn't calmed down.

Scanning the inside of the car, the unfamiliar yet familiar environment made her mind go blank.

Xu Ziyu tried to grab her hand, but this time she didn't resist.

The cold little hands were weightless, and it was very comfortable to hold them softly.

Cheng Moxun suddenly leaned back, threw himself against the back of the chair, and let out a long breath.

"It's okay, it's okay." Xu Ziyu sat beside her, leaning against her body.