Ghost husband knocks on the door at night: Obediently marry

"You're welcome, this is just the beginning of cooperation." Oman slapped his palms twice, then jumped off the balcony railing, and slowly paced into the living room.

Every time she takes a step, the bright and luxurious floor-length dress on her body will rotate back and forth like a blooming flower.

It seems that flowers can bloom under the feet...

Cheng Moxun was a little dazed, it was the first time she had seen such a fantastic effect.

"This is a curse from hell." Oman walked up to her at some point, and stretched out his left index finger and thumb to pinch her chin: "Don't be obsessed, you will be dragged in."

"What does it mean to drag in?" Cheng Moxun blinked, she and Aman looked at each other, but couldn't help but be attracted by Aman's enchanting facial features.

"Just like you look at me now, no matter men, women, old or young, everyone will be confused." Aman tilted the corner of his mouth, showing a mocking smile: "This dress has swallowed many people."

Cheng Moxun still had a confused expression on his face.

"Want to take a look?" Oman raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw her like this, then reached out and grabbed the skirt and shook it casually twice.

Then, there were only a few folds in the fabric of the skirt, but now there were hideous human faces!
Cheng Moxun took a step back in fright: "What is this!?"

"The lost soul!" Aman shrugged indifferently, shook his skirt again, and then everything returned to the original: "Where do you think this beautiful red came from?"

While talking, Oman turned around in a circle, and she looked at the skirt on her body with admiration: "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Cheng Moxun swallowed, she didn't know how to answer Aman.

It was the first time she knew that skirts could also be used to imprison souls, and she felt fear in her heart, so she took a step back unconsciously.

"Don't worry, it's not your turn yet." Aman noticed her movements and showed a funny expression: "I came here to ask you, how are you thinking?"

The image of the hotel bathroom flashed in his mind instantly, and Oman's terrifying face when he grinned wide, seemed to have just appeared in front of his eyes.

"How can I trust you." Cheng Moxun shuddered and looked at Aman with some fear.

"Do you have any other choice?" Oman brushed his waist-length hair, and sat down on the sofa in a coquettish way: "Or, are you going to just give up that poor little man in hell?"

Cheng Moxun bit her lower lip: "What do I need to do?"

"Help me catch some decent souls." Aman looked at her lazily, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "As a reward, I will help you solve the problem of the ghost king."

"How can I help you?" Cheng Moxun was a little excited. She stared at Aman, but she was always unconsciously attracted by that charming face.

She shook her head, trying not to fall into this confusion.

"Your house is a good place now." Oman stretched out his hand and stroked the wall, and as a result, the originally clean living room instantly turned into its previous dilapidated appearance.

"Do you know what happened here?" Cheng Moxun belatedly remembered that such a mess at home must not be something ordinary people can do.

Aman scraped a little powder off the wall with his long nails, and twisted it on his fingertips.

"Evil ghosts make trouble." She slapped her palm twice, as if she felt that it was not enough, and blew on her fingers twice: "It seems that the poor little guy fought a battle here before he was taken to hell."

Cheng Moxun couldn't help but widen his eyes. Was this woman talking about the King of Ghosts?
But the ghost king was clearly in front of her, and she watched helplessly being taken away by that inexplicable force.

"This has become a haunted house!" Oman looked around, and the expression on his face became more and more excited: "Look, here, here, and there..." As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and pointed around: "It's all cute little ghosts."

Cheng Moxun followed her gestures, but saw nothing.

She couldn't help but start to feel hairy, she stood still and didn't dare to move, because Oman's hand pointed behind her at this moment: "Look, there is still one hiding there."

"Why is this happening!" Cheng Moxun couldn't help but growled in a low voice.At the same time, she seemed to feel the biting cold air climbing up her spine, she held her breath suddenly, and her pupils suddenly narrowed.

"Here is a gap leading to another world, right in this room." Aman shrugged, "I don't know where it is, it's the Ghost King's own world, sandwiched between Yin and Yang."

"You mean..." These messy things were all brought in like this?Cheng Moxun couldn't help but gasped.

"The ghost king is so pitiful, your soul can't hold it anymore, and you still refuse to use the power of the ring." Aman smiled and glanced at the ring on Cheng Moxun's neck. Looking at the mess in this room, you can see that he can no longer resist the invasion of evil spirits."

"Is the ghost king's world very attractive to these souls?" Cheng Moxun was full of doubts: "Why do you have to come here?"

"It's not that world is attractive, but something in that world." Oman waved his hand lazily, and the mud on the ground, some porcelain and glass fragments were instantly piled together: "To be precise , is your friend. She has always been on the edge of the intersection of the two worlds, so her breath has been pouring into this world from that gap."

"Shayue?" Cheng Moxun recalled what the ghost king said before, and she couldn't help frowning: "You mean, she actually still exists here?"

"Almost, and if this delay continues... the ghost king's spiritual power slowly weakens in hell, maybe that world will collapse." A sly light flashed in Oman's eyes: "Your friend will also be thrown away. Returning to this world will definitely trigger a large-scale contention of evil spirits."

Cheng Moxun listened to Aman's words, imagined that scene in his mind, and couldn't help feeling cold all over.

Sha Yue's current state is half human and half ghost, which the King of Ghosts has clearly told her; and there are many lonely ghosts in this world, looking forward to returning to the human world with a physical body.

And Shayue's state is what many ghosts dream of, so her home is always visited by all kinds of strange and dangerous things.

"You just need to continue living here." Oman saw her expression was cloudy and uncertain, and said slowly: "Only if your friend's breath is not enough, and the presence of strangers can attract more important people." ghost."

Want her to continue living here?Too nonsense, right?

Cheng Moxun looked up at Aman suspiciously: "Is there no other way? Are there not enough souls?"

What Aman told her at the hotel was that it was necessary to catch a few dead souls who escaped guilt, so as to resist part of the sins of the ghost king.

Doing so might bring the ghost king back from hell.

It seemed like a strange transaction, which was said by Oman in a simple way.

Although he would instinctively choose to question, Cheng Moxun had no other choice right now.

"Not enough, not enough." Oman's eyes showed a bloodthirsty light, and her facial features began to grimace: "I need more souls."

Cheng Moxun took a breath: "What are you going to do?"

"I rely on my soul to fill my stomach." The light in Oman's eyes dimmed a bit, she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she changed into that kind of terrifying gaze: "If I am very hungry, then my The temper will be very violent. I can't guarantee what will happen at that time."

The picture around her became somewhat blurred, as if she was releasing some power to distort the space.

"I don't have much time to wait." Oman's voice became hoarse: "Cooperate with me, there is only this one chance."

"Oman." A cold voice came from the balcony.

The two turned their faces sideways at the same time, and Cheng Moxun saw a young man in a black casual suit standing at the door leading to the living room from the balcony.

This face looks familiar!

Cheng Moxun blinked twice, and quickly searched for the handsome man in front of him in his mind.

The memory returned to the ball in C City... Oman, waltz, games...

Isn’t this man the one who appeared with Aman!

Cheng Moxun's pupils suddenly narrowed, and he subconsciously looked at Aman.

Sure enough, Oman's appearance returned to normal, with a hint of sadness on his expression.

"Wait for me." She said calmly, but her eyes clearly expressed condemnation: "I will reach an agreement with her soon."

"Stop making trouble." Sha Hua stepped into the living room step by step, and walked slowly in front of Oman: "You can't let her make this kind of sacrifice."

"This is not a sacrifice! This is an exchange of equal value." Oman looked a little aggrieved, and she forced a smile on her face: "Shahua, she attracted the undead for me, and I rescued that poor little hell for her! Isn't that great? ?”

"If she is allowed to live here, she may also become one of the many undead." Sha Hua pinned Oman's long hair behind her ears, revealing her snow-white earlobes.

Cheng Moxun stared blankly at the side, and listened to the conversation between the two people in front of him verbatim.

But why can't she understand what it means?

"Can you let me understand what you guys are going to do?" She couldn't help but said, with some dissatisfaction in her tone: "I know you all come from unusual backgrounds, and you know a lot of things. But can you stop looking down on people like this? Ah! When I don't exist?"

"You still have a bit of a temper." O'Man glanced at her, and then turned to face her: "You do have a bit of the temperament of the previous life."

Past life?

"I know very well what my previous life was like." Cheng Moxun frowned, "What exactly do you want?"

Aman raised his eyebrows: "Are you clear?" A sly light flashed in his eyes: "So, do you know the truth back then?"

"of course I know.

This sentence just blurted out a word, it was caught in the throat.

Cheng Moxun looked at Aman warily: "Is that game still counting?"