Ghost husband knocks on the door at night: Obediently marry

"We captured some strange things." The man with glasses grabbed the camera on the table and clicked on the small screen a few times.

"You guys look very unprofessional." Lan Baifeng put the teacup on the table, raised her legs, and raised her chin slightly: "I never knew that reporters would put important things in the camera."

"I just want you to know that we didn't forge these photos." The man with glasses put the camera on the table and pushed it to Lan Baifeng again: "Of course we also have backups, but the original originals are all in this camera."

"You didn't finish talking just now." Lan Baifeng didn't move, he only glanced at the camera, and then still looked at the two reporters.

"You can get a general idea after looking at the photos." The tall man rubbed his hands, and there was a hint of excitement on his face: "I believe that you will be very happy to discuss the price with us."

Lan Baifeng narrowed his eyes slightly, his sixth sense vaguely told himself that the things saved in this camera would drag him into an unknown event.

The feeling that something was about to be revealed made him extremely uneasy.

"Steamed buns stuffed with sweet plums?" The secretary showed a surprised look: "Is there such a thing?"

"Look for it, if you can't find it, ask someone to do it now." Xu Ziyu rubbed his temples: "Don't ask me how to do it, I don't know."

"Is it a snack from my brother and sister's hometown?" Xu Jia rested his chin with one hand, and tapped the phone screen with the other: "However, why can't I search for this thing?"

A trace of helplessness flashed in Xu Ziyu's eyes, he shook his head, and gently opened the doors of the small living room and bedroom.

The sound of rushing water can be heard vaguely.

"When are you going to visit Miss Xia's family?" Xu Jia checked the search page several times, but couldn't find any satisfactory results. He frowned and put away his phone: "Besides, we are still in Xia's family now. hotel."

"Where's the old man of the Xia family?" Xu Ziyu sat down in front of the sofa, randomly grabbed an apple on the coffee table, put it in front of him and studied it for a few seconds, then opened his mouth and took a big bite.

"In Xia's old house, but I have already released the news, confirming that his precious girl has been detained by us." Xu Jia reached out to pick up the remote control on the coffee table, and pressed the switch on the wall-mounted TV.

However the TV did not respond.

Xu Jia's expression became puzzled. He pulled the shell of the remote control and flipped through it back and forth: "Is it out of battery?"

The corners of Xu Ziyu's mouth curled up, and he glanced lazily at the secretary standing behind him.

The secretary nodded knowingly, then faced the TV, and slightly parted his lips: "Hello, TV."

The air froze for two seconds, and then the TV screen suddenly lit up, displaying a large brand LOGO.

The doubts on Xu Jia's face became more intense. He turned his head and glanced at the bodyguards behind him, and kept holding the remote control with both hands.

The bodyguard's expression was no different from his.

"They don't know." Xu Ziyu's beautiful eyes were bent into crescents, and the long eyelashes overlapped together, making his eyes look deeper: "This kind of voice control has always had privacy risks, so it has never been promoted."

"New technology again?" Xu Jia came to his senses, threw the remote control on the table without any politeness, and let out a crisp "snap"!
"The hotels under my umbrella were all changed to this kind of equipment half a month ago; remember this when you check in in the future, and don't be stupid to find the waiter." Xu Ziyu turned his head and looked at the TV, which seemed to be broadcasting the news at this time.

Xu Jia raised his eyebrows, and he snorted coldly with disdain: "Do I need to stay in your hotel?"

"Is the [-] million in your account now?" Xu Ziyu snapped his fingers, and a translucent menu popped up in the lower right corner of the TV screen.

"Oh, probably the Xia family just wants to kill me right now." Xu Jia pointed out, "Look at the local satellite TV. I heard that the Xia family has even prepared for the press conference. I don't know what the scene looks like at this time." .”

Xu Ziyu sneered.

The father and daughter of the Xia family really don't know how to live or die.

After delusional sending Xia Yanchu to his bed, he also delusionally relied on external pressure to tie Xia's family and himself together.

Time to give them some color look.

"By the way, although your mother has been messing with this matter." Xu Jia watched the TV screen jump, and there was obviously no important information in the news column: "But you'd better not get too rigid with your family."

"You are actually interested in taking care of my family affairs." Xu Ziyu smiled and glanced at him, the warning in his eyes was self-evident.

"For the sake of your father, he found me after the Xia family." Xu Jia shrugged his shoulders, "I probably don't want to see the relationship between the two families become tense."

Xu Ziyu's face was cloudy and uncertain, he stared at the TV screen, as if he was thinking about something.

"Have you thought about what to do with the Xia family?" Xu Jia felt the phone in his pocket vibrate a few times, he slowly took out the phone, and continued to speak casually: "A lot of time has passed, if we don't get it right will be preempted.”

"Abolished." The screen on the TV turned, and the camera pointed to the exterior of Xia's Hotel. Xu Ziyu's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth widened.

"Yo, it's really been reported." Xu Jia's face revealed a look of excitement: "What did you just say? Abolish it."

"You heard me right." Xu Ziyu didn't even look at him, and stood up straight up: "Don't show that expression, I was disgusted when I was 15 years old."

Xu Jia's reaction was to look at his back and roll her eyes.

Xu Ziyu grabbed the paper bag on the sofa, which contained the clothes sent by the secretary.

There was a rustling sound from inside, his eyes suddenly widened, and he strode towards the bedroom.

"Ah, it looks like we'll have to wait for a while." Seeing the secretary standing there in a daze, Xu Jia made a helpless grimace: "You are A Yu's secretary, right?"

"Yes." The secretary nodded.

"Then, sweet plum buns will be my share." Xu Jia smiled brightly at her.

The bedroom was empty, Xu Ziyu frowned, he clearly heard the voice just now.

A heart couldn't help hanging up, he didn't continue to think about it, he strode towards the bathroom.

The sound of the water inside had stopped, but the light in the bathroom was still on.

"Mo Xun?" Xu Ziyu called out tentatively. He stood outside the door, looking at the frosted glass on the door frame, and felt his palms sweat slightly.

No one said a word.

Feeling flustered, Xu Ziyu turned the doorknob vigorously, only to find that Cheng Moxun locked the door behind him.

"Mo Xun? Can you hear me?" He slammed on the door vigorously, trying to forcefully unscrew the handle, his anxiety almost overwhelmed his reason.

Xu Jia and the others who were sitting in the small living room next door also heard his shout.

Xu Jia frowned suspiciously, he tentatively walked to the door of the bedroom, quietly through the slightly opened door, he saw Xu Ziyu standing at the door of the bathroom committing violence.

"Do you need help?" After hesitating for a while, Xu Jia called out anyway.

Shocked all over, Xu Ziyu turned his head and took a look, his brows were full of anxiety: "Damn it, what's wrong with this door!"

Xu Jia immediately turned around and motioned for the dumbfounded bodyguard to help.

However, that seemingly fragile door has become invincible at this moment.

Neither the glass nor the door frame can be smashed or kicked open.

"Is the quality of this door so good?" Xu Jia stretched her fingers and combed her hair back: "Should I ask someone to bring an ax over here?"

Xu Ziyu panted slightly, his brows were furrowed, looking at the unscathed door in front of him, anxiety spread in his heart.

Behind this door, a slender hand gently pressed the door frame.

Sitting naked in the bathtub, Cheng Moxun clearly felt that the bath water was already cold, but she didn't dare to move.

She really wanted to grab something to hold in her hand, but the only available shower also fell to the ground because of fright.

"We meet again." Aman looked at her with a smile, and the hand holding the door frame was slightly red.

The red light spread along the bathroom door, spread to the wall, and finally enveloped the entire bathroom.

"What do you want to do?" Cheng Moxun saw that the water in the bathtub was also slightly red, giving people a very weird feeling.She looked at Oman in horror, at a loss.

"Don't worry." Oman was wearing a dark red dress, the fabric of which could not be seen.

She walked towards the bathtub step by step, only then did Cheng Moxun notice that she had no shoes on her feet.

"How is the game going?" Suddenly a red light flashed in front of his eyes, and Oman sat on the edge of the bathtub: "How much truth do you know?"

Cheng Moxun was obviously taken aback, her nerves were a little tense, but she still tried her best to speak calmly: "Ghost King..."

Recalling the scene of last night in her mind, her voice began to become a little choked up.

"What's wrong with him?" With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Oman put his hand into the bathtub, and the water that was originally glowing red became red at this moment, like blood.

"Ah!" Cheng Moxun couldn't help frowning and screaming, what's going on with the biting cold!

The water seemed to have solidified into ice cubes. Although the color of the bathtub didn't look like that at all, the coldness that made the skin feel painful was extremely real.

"Ice Hell..." Oman's voice seemed to ring close to her ears.

Cheng Moxun shuddered, she stared at Aman's face, her eyes were full of anger.

"That person is right there now, feeling the cold." Aman's lips did not move, but her voice was indeed transmitted to Cheng Moxun's ears.

Cheng Moxun looked at her motionless expression and was horrified: "You mean the King of Ghosts?"

"Do you know what people who go to the ice hell are like?" Oman smiled slightly: "They are indifferent to people's life and death, like people who are like ice."

"Why would the ghost king go there!" Cheng Moxun excitedly wanted to grab Aman, but his hands passed through her body: "This...how could it be?"

"He doesn't just go there." Oman didn't care about her body being penetrated at all, she played with her long hair, with a happy smile on her face: "Eighteen hells have to go through a circle, and then throw them into the River Styx .”

"Why?" Cheng Moxun's mood was mixed.

It's great that the ghost king didn't disappear.However, the current situation does not sound very optimistic.

"His sin is far more serious than you imagined." Oman pushed all her hair back, and she blew on her fingers: "It's all right now, he was thrown into hell to be punished, and everything has returned to order."

"No! You can't do this!" Feeling flustered, Cheng Moxun wanted to stand up, but her limbs felt a little weak. The water temperature was too cold, making her lips turn purple.

"Little poor." Aman leaned forward, reached out and touched her cheek, with a hint of mockery in his eyes: "It's not up to you."

"You must have a solution, right?" Cheng Moxun's smoke circle was a little red, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably: "You also said that at the time! As long as I win the game, you can save the ghost king from the scourge! "