Ghost husband knocks on the door at night: Obediently marry

She felt a little confused in her head, and at this moment, her whole person's state began to go a little crazy.

Ewha Jing followed the servant holding the glass and walked into the huge mansion unhurriedly.

This is different from the classical luxury of the castle, but it is also amazing.

Half an hour ago, she saw a waiter pull open the huge and exquisite iron door.

She thought that behind the door was the building of the family.

But she sat by the glass, and it took her half an hour to be driven through a vast forest.

When she thought that the car drove around and encountered something like a ghost hitting a wall, the car slowed down and gradually stopped.

Standing on the high steps at the entrance of the mansion, she turned her head to look at it, and then raised her eyebrows involuntarily.

Such a luxury, just a residence, and the forest that comes with it?

This specification is comparable to the imperial palace hundreds of years ago.

The Hisoka family has a lot of money...

Pear Blossom Jing looked around while walking. The decoration here is also mainly in a luxurious style, but they are all in cold tones.

She couldn't help but think of Tang Qin's tomb... It was also so cold.

The glass was passed from one servant to another.

They seemed to be saying something, but Lihuajing couldn't understand it at all.

"If something goes wrong, you can't blame me." She pursed her lips, complaining and walking around with the glass: "I blame them for making me unable to understand."

Of course, that being said, what should be done must be done.

The layout of this building, for some reason, resembles a corner garden.

The pear flower essence followed the cup around for a long time before realizing this.

She looked around carefully, except for the absence of those weird paintings, it was really no different from the corner garden.

No wonder it gave her such a cold feeling.

Interestingly, there are some exorcism facilities in this house, but they are all for dealing with evil spirits or ghosts.

The pear flower essence has passed through many times, and it is completely unharmed.

After all, the nature of her existence is somewhat special.

"Ah, it's so boring." She complained with some disappointment, and then continued to follow the glass in boredom.

The cup was relayed by several people, and finally it was handed over to a man in a suit who didn't look like a servant.

Lihuajing regained her spirits, and she followed the man in the suit, finally having expectations.

As a result, the man in the suit walked for more than ten minutes, and finally entered a small room.

Ewha Jing followed in and saw him put the glass on the table in the middle of the room, then turned and left.

"Huh?" This was a bit unexpected.

I thought that what Hisoka sent would be brought directly in front of the current Patriarch.

Pear Blossom Jing stared at the glass for a while, then heaved a long sigh.

It seems that the night is too late now, even if there is any gift, it will not be reported until tomorrow.

After figuring this out, Lihuajing gave up relying on the glass, turned around and left the room.

"Sure enough, I have to rely on myself." She began to wander around in the building: "But how can I find the current owner."

She didn't even know what the first Patriarch looked like.

Moreover, the size of this house has far exceeded what she expected.

After all, she thought that the area of ​​her family was only the size of another castle.

Now it's troublesome.

It took her half as long as expected.

While thinking distressedly, Pear Blossom Jing walked unscrupulously through many corridors.

She came to the end of a corridor, then turned in a random direction.

Not far away, the field of vision suddenly widened.

"Huh?" Looking at the huge hall in front of her, she couldn't help opening her mouth.

What is this hall for?The decoration is super luxurious, from the ceiling to the floor, as well as the walls and corners, I wish there were gold and gems everywhere.

This style of painting is somewhat different from the previous decoration...

There is no decoration in the hall, and the ceiling is so high that it is almost impossible to visually measure the distance.

There are portraits of different sizes hanging on the walls, and the hanging positions are also uneven.

At the exit of the corridor where Pear Blossom Essence enters the hall, directly opposite is a huge portrait of a person.

There is a staircase on either side of the portrait, and there seems to be another corridor at the end.

"It's really magnificent." She had never seen such an eye-catching room before, and while she was amazed, Li Huajing walked around in the hall.

Finally, her eyes fell on the most gigantic portrait.

It was an old man with a kind appearance, but majesty hidden between his brows.

Li Huajing raised her eyebrows and looked at it for a long time, and finally felt that the guy in the portrait was somewhat similar to Hisoka.

For ordinary people, it is impossible to have such a large portrait hanging here.

If it is the head of the family, it should have this honor.

It can't be the dead Patriarch, after all, the portraits of the dead Patriarch are usually in the corner garden.

However, the modern owners seem to have nothing to do with the corner garden.

"So, who are you?" Li Huajing looked at the portrait in distress, "If you are the current Patriarch..."

So it's all about finding him?
Pear Blossom Jing's eyes lit up suddenly, and the corners of her mouth curled up in joy.

In the next second, she disappeared into the hall in a flash.

Xu Ziyu pressed the cigarette butt out, he patted and blew the ash that fell on his body, and then stood up.

He didn't know what he wanted to do, but he didn't want to continue sitting in front of the French windows.

Something had to be done, or he felt like he was going to die.

He couldn't think of any more things about Cheng Moxun.

But the heavy feeling that made him unable to breathe has been deeply rooted in his heart.

The pain came and went, and when it was severe, he couldn't even breathe.

This is not a disease.

It is the discomfort caused by inner stimulation.

"No, what else." He muttered to himself, and then rushed out of the bedroom in a daze.

The home is still familiar, but it gives people a cold feeling.

what's missing...

Xu Ziyu, who never felt any discomfort at home, now felt that the home was unbearably empty.

Something is missing.

It was obvious something was missing, but he couldn't tell at all.

"What the hell is...how to do it?" He wandered around in several rooms, and finally sat decadently on the sofa in the living room.

His hair was a mess, and his eye sockets were a little blue.

Such a state of mind looks terrible.

"Mo Xun..." He murmured, almost subconsciously, without realizing what he said.

Pain welled up in his heart again, he frowned tightly, curled up on the sofa, tears rolled down his eyes.

Pear Blossom Jing ran amok in every room, not caring whether there was anyone in the room at all.

Finally, in a room that was not too big or too small but had an excellent view from the window, she saw that fairly familiar face.

Although he looked like he was sleeping with his eyes closed, he could tell at a glance that it was the old man in the portrait.

"Ah, you're alive..." Pear Blossom Jing doesn't care about such things as morality at all. After all, at her age, I'm afraid that the sum of all the people in this building can make up that number.

She spun around the bed three times, then stood firm on the side of the bed, and then narrowed her eyes slightly.

An invisible force gradually surrounded the person on the bed...

The old man on the bed is indeed the current head of the house. He has always had the habit of taking tranquilizers before going to bed, so he has never had any strange dreams for decades.

Today is different.

He saw himself walking into a big gloomy house with countless weird portraits hanging on the walls.

Finally, he walked into a rather warm room.

A burly figure stood in front of the window with his back turned to him, looking very mighty.

He subconsciously believed that his identity as the head of the family was being despised, so he shouted angrily at the person to turn around.

But when the man really turned around, he was so frightened that he almost collapsed on the ground.

Because that person looks too similar to the ancestor in the portrait!
What frightened him the most was that the ancestor actually spoke!

And it sounds very serious, but it is difficult to understand.

It is quite in line with the identity of the ancestors.

He thought that this was what the old ancestor asked him to do in his dream, so he was very anxious.

The next moment, the old ancestor suddenly changed his tone and began to speak a language he could understand.

He was overjoyed, but found that the topic was a bit strange...

Pear Blossom Essence left the Patriarch's dream without wasting much time.

Everything that can be said has been said.

It was nothing more than borrowing the appearance of the first Patriarch, telling him the truth about the family's bloodlines that had been concealed all along, and emphasizing that Ai He'er and the unborn child were all blessed.

Because of the language barrier, Li Huajing took a while to memorize all the difficult translations she got in the castle.

In the dream, she actually had no idea what she was talking about.

I just remember that even when I was not sure about the sentence, I still insisted on expressing a very dignified tone.

This should be enough... No, this is not enough.

Lihuajing rolled her eyes and had a new idea.

She dodged and disappeared beside the bed.

A few minutes later, the current owner on the bed opened his eyes.

With a puzzled expression on his face, he looked around.

"It's a dream." He sighed, wiping the cold sweat off his forehead.

He called the servant who was guarding the door and ordered him to bring him some medicine to calm his nerves.

But after he took the medicine, after a long time, he still didn't feel sleepy.

At this time, a servant hurriedly knocked on the door and reported: "It's not good, the second hall is... haunted!"

This time, he couldn't sleep at all.

Hisoka heard about the haunted house in the early morning of the next day.

"Is there something wrong with the cup you sent yesterday?" The panicked voice of the current Patriarch came from the phone: "The first Patriarch came here yesterday!"

"Oh?" Hisoka raised his eyebrows slightly. He leisurely picked up a white porcelain cup with a gold rim, and took a sip of milk: "Have you not had a rest recently?"

"Only you, living in that castle." The current owner's voice was trembling, sounding almost collapsed: "Tell me honestly, did you do anything wrong!"