Ghost husband knocks on the door at night: Obediently marry

"That little girl has been with you for so long anyway, and she didn't look good when she died..." Xu Jia shook her head helplessly, "I'm afraid that if you don't do anything now, you will regret it one day in the future."

"So you mean, you're helping me?" Xu Ziyu narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice low and full of danger.

"I don't expect you to be moved." Xu Jia stood up: "But you may thank me one day in the future. At least in the end, we have done everything we can."

With that said, he turned around and strode away.

Xu Ziyu watched the door slam shut, then leaned back, leaned against the back of the chair and closed his eyes gently.

He reached out to hold his chest, and could feel his heart still beating.

So, he felt relieved and put his hand down.

Since hearing the news of Cheng Moxun's death last week, those headaches and heartache symptoms have all disappeared.

But he was not at all happy about it.

Because he found himself starting to have no perception of anything.

To be precise, he felt as if his heart had died.

But he can still feel sad and flustered by it, which proves that the heart is still working.

Xu Ziyu didn't know why, when he looked at everything in the world, he didn't feel anything in his heart.

In the past, when he heard the word Cheng Moxun, he felt unbearably distressed; when he saw anything about Cheng Moxun, he felt so sad that he was about to die.

At the same time, the anger and pampering emotions were intertwined, which made him unable to get rid of.

Today, he misses that complex emotion so much.

He tried his best to participate in various social occasions, to provoke various business opponents, and even found a department manager he used to hate, and talked about his ideals and ambitions for an hour.

But the results terrified him.

The previous self-confidence, excitement, and even disgust in the face of the same thing seemed to be gone.

Xu Ziyu felt like a wooden man now.

He is indifferent to everything, and the only remaining emotion in his heart is the fear of being unconscious of himself.

Just now Xu Jia tried very hard to see his emotions, so he mentioned Cheng Moxun many times.

Xu Ziyu was helpless at first, he knew that he had no emotion at all, and he could even remove Cheng Moxun's desk without any memory.

But what surprised him was that he actually cared a little bit about Cheng Moxun's affairs.

Although the emotion was still very weak, he was clearly aware that he would be faintly angry when he found out that Xu Jia's heart was Cheng Moxun.

Is Cheng Moxun really important?

Xu Ziyu doesn't doubt his feelings for Cheng Moxun now, in fact, he doesn't know how to doubt it.

He fell into great confusion.

But what's the use of thinking about it now?
Cheng Moxun is dead.

Thinking of this, my heart suddenly became silent again.

It was as if the heart had died again.

Matthew looked at the box in his hand and smiled with satisfaction.

He opened the box, took out the light blue ball of light inside, and put in another ball of light that looked the same.

"Not for sale anymore?" Xiaozhi watched Matthew close the box suspiciously, and put the taken out light ball into the glass box next to it.

"I thought of something more interesting." Matthew shrugged. "Anyway, things like money don't mean much to me."

Xiaozhi pouted noncommittally.

"Xu Ziyu has traces of dead souls on his body, and has a strange power." Matthew bent down and looked at the light ball in the glass box: "The ghost I used to test him last time was also easily wiped out by him. "

"What does this have to do with the soul of Cheng Moxun you left behind?" Xiaozhi frowned slightly, and she also looked at the glass box, but her eyes were full of disgust.

"Entrepreneurs nowadays like to raise some strange things, in order to improve their own luck." Matthew said with a smile: "I see Xu Ziyu's side is empty, how about giving this to him?"

"Send Cheng Moxun's soul to Xu Ziyu's side?" Xiaozhi immediately responded, "Why do you do that?"

The smile on Matthew's face widened, and his mouth turned into an exaggerated arc: "Cheng Moxun loves him so much, he will definitely help him with all his heart...it's meaningless."

He rubbed the surface of the glass box, and there was a strange brilliance in his eyes: "So, what if I do a little trick to make Cheng Moxun less obedient to Xu Ziyu's ideas?"

"Could it be..." Xiaozhi blinked: "Xu Ziyu will kill Cheng Moxun in a fit of anger?"

"It's hard to say." Matthew smiled happily: "But it really happened, so you can't blame him, can you?"

After speaking, he straightened up and reached out to pick up the previous metal box: "Let's go, sell this first."

The door of the room opened and closed, and a red light flashed in front of the glass case.

Aman bent down, looked at the light blue soul in the glass, and slightly raised the corner of his mouth: "After all, I don't like to break my promise! Cheng Moxun, I will help you for the last time to complete my cooperation with that poor ghost king."

She looked at the glass box carefully, and murmured to herself: "The ghost king and Xu Ziyu's souls actually repel each other, and they haven't completely merged together. It's a pity, I promised him to solve it perfectly..."

The light blue soul rolled in the glass box. Although it was in the state of a light ball, it could be seen that it was trying to maintain its shape.

"The reason why the two of them can't be one is because of you." Aman shook his head and straightened up: "So I have to solve your problem first. But, you are too troublesome...I don't want to pay so much for nothing. many."

The light ball in the glass box looks very quiet.

Aman smiled slightly: "So, cooperate with me like the ghost king."

Ai He'er woke up from the dream, covered in cold sweat.

"What's the matter?" Hisoka was in a daze, aware that she had woken up, so he brought his lips closer and kissed her forehead lightly.

"I dreamed about Mo Xun..." Ai Heer took a deep breath: "I dreamed that she was covered in blood and held hostage by a black shadow. I wanted to help her, but the distance was so far that I couldn't run next to her."

Hisoka closed his eyes, but the words fell into his ears verbatim, so he frowned slightly.

"She disappeared in the distance, and then suddenly appeared in front of me." Ai He'er's body trembled a little: "She has no blood on her body, but she is wearing a bright red dress..."

"You're having a nightmare." Hisoka finally spoke, and rubbed her hair lovingly: "Don't think so much, it's just a dream."

"No, Hisoka, listen to me." Ai He'er shrank into Hisoka's arms with some fear: "She looked at me with a wry smile, then took my hand and said, I will disturb you for a while. "

Hisoka opened his eyes suddenly and frowned: "What do you mean?"

Even though it was spoken in a dream, it still made people's hearts tremble uncontrollably.

"I don't know, but that dream is so real." Ai He'er buried her face in front of Hisuo's chest, her voice was muffled: "At the end of the dream, I wanted to take Mo Xun with me, but I saw her Behind him stands a black shadow..."

"Shadow?" Hisoka jumped in his heart, "What did it do?"

"It seemed to ignore Mo Xun, but rushed towards me." After speaking, Ai He'er shuddered: "Mo Xun stood in front of me, but was dragged away by the black shadow."

"And then?" The uneasiness in his heart began to expand, and Hisoka didn't want to admit that he was disturbed by this dream.

"Then, I woke up." Ai He'er made a sneaky grimace, she leaned against Hisoka's chest, absorbing the familiar warmth, all anxiety was dispelled.

Hisoka sighed: "Don't worry, it's just a dream."

Even though he said that, the strength in his arms around Ai He'er increased a bit.

Ever since she came back from the corner garden last time, Ai He'er has been particularly prone to having nightmares.

This made Hisoka extremely worried, and he found a lot of exorcists, but it still didn't get better.

But fortunately, every time after waking up from the dream, Ai He'er's spirit is normal, it's just that she doesn't rest well.

While Hisoka was worried, he could also relax a little bit.

Ai He'er raised her head quietly from Hisoka's embrace, then turned her head quietly and looked around.

Sure enough, a fuzzy face was floating in the air, looking at him fiercely.

Shocked, she hurriedly buried her face back in Hisoka's arms.

I don't know how many times this is, in the past week, she always saw this face when she woke up from a dream.

Vicious, unwilling, angry...

She can feel all kinds of negative emotions, but she doesn't know why.

Except for the first time, she froze and stared at that face for a full 10 minutes, until Hisoka entered the door to resolve the situation.

Every time since then, the face has always disappeared within minutes of waking from the dream.

It's not that Ai He'er never thought of telling Hisoka, but she could see that Hisoka was troubled and worried because of her nightmare.

So she hesitated and didn't tell him about it.

But going on like this is not an option!
Ai He'er let out a long sigh, and had no intention of continuing to sleep.

Not daring to look up at that face, she could only close her eyes and carefully recall the details of that face.

Suddenly, the noise of the crowd sounded outside the window.

It sounded like it was coming from the great platform in front of the castle.

Hisoka listened carefully, as if someone invaded and was caught.

So his eyes lit up a little.

Ai He'er showed a puzzled expression.

At this time, the butler knocked on the door outside: "Master, madam, please allow me to interrupt."

"What happened?" Hisoka asked calmly.

"This..." The housekeeper actually hesitated, and then replied after a few seconds: "Master and Madam, it would be better to come to the hall to have a look in person."

Ai Heer raised his head and met Hisoka's eyes in the dark.

She couldn't feel Hisoka's emotions, but she could confirm that Hisoka was asking herself now.

So she nodded, and without waiting for Hisoka to speak, she shouted to the door: "Wait a minute, we'll be there right away."