Ghost husband knocks on the door at night: Obediently marry

At the same time, a dull roar resounded through the corridor, echoing in all directions, and it was impossible to determine the source of the sound.

The woman clutched her chest tightly, green lights flickered in her eyes, and finally disappeared with that roar.

Then, she passed out on the spot.

Ruan Ruan exclaimed and ran towards the woman.

"What's going on?" Xu Ziyu also felt the surging strength of his body restrained in an instant.

He approached the pear blossom essence and asked with some doubts.

"It's a bit complicated." Ewha Jing looked not far away, and Ruan Ruan, who was squatting on the ground and desperately calling for a woman, slightly relaxed her frown: "Can you..."

After talking halfway, he didn't continue, as if he was hesitating.

"What?" Xu Ziyu also turned to look at Ruan Ruan.

"Arrange them first?" Pear Blossom Essence still had some uncertainty in her tone: "Well, wait until the woman wakes up."

She looked at both ends of the corridor again, and then asked Xu Ziyu, "Is this a haunted house? Why haven't I seen anyone else for so long?"

This is the first time I have seen such a deserted inn!

"There are very few people living on this floor." Xu Ziyu said lightly.

As soon as the voice fell, there was a rustling sound from the corner of the corridor in the distance.

One minute later, Xu Ziyu saw some people in hotel uniforms striding towards this side.

"It's just here." His tone seemed a little displeased.

"Who?" Pear Blossom Jing asked suspiciously.

"I probably saw the surveillance video of the corridor and came here to find out the situation." Xu Ziyu replied lightly.

At the same time, Mo Yimo's cell phone rang at Yuanyuan's house, which was about tens of kilometers away.

He smiled apologetically at Yuanyuan, then took out his phone and walked out of the room.

Yuanyuan frowned slightly, and she closed the curtains used to partition the room.

This room is her own boudoir.

Mo Yimo knew that she had a white bird mask, and strongly requested to go to her room to take a look.

This was a presumptuous request, and Mo Yimo expressed his deep apology for it.

For Xu Jia's sake, she still decided to trust the person in front of her a little bit, so she agreed despite the servant's dissuasion.

"Disappeared?" Mo Yimo's voice sounded from outside the room, sounding full of surprise.

Yuanyuan raised her eyebrows slightly, and quietly moved a certain distance towards the door.

This man, from the moment we met until now, has always looked calm and unhurried, I thought he would always be in this state!

"Where is it?" Mo Yimo's voice gradually sank: "Why did they meet together...Who did this...Are you sure...OK, I get it."

A series of questions, followed by a final statement.

Yuanyuan began to wonder what the content of Mo Yimo's call was.

Mo Yimo is a psychic, right?Could it be that he was dealing with other supernatural events?

At this moment, Mo Yimo hung up the phone and walked back to the room.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Yuanyuan standing not far from the door, and a flash of defense flashed in his sight.

But then, he raised a faint smile: "Sorry."

"It's okay." Yuanyuan didn't expect him to come back so soon, so she turned around and walked away in a little embarrassment.

Mo Yimo noticed that a thin gauze curtain had been pulled up in the room, which happened to divide the room into two, completely blocking off the more private part.

He followed Yuanyuan to the desk, and opened the top drawer without permission.

The movements are familiar and very sure, as if he knew where the mask was all along.

Yuanyuan didn't comment on such rude actions.

She just looked at Mo Yimo indifferently, wondering what this guy wanted to do.

"Miss Tao." Mo Yimo smiled, his eyes fixed on the white bird mask in the drawer: "Can you lend me this thing?"

"What are you going to do?" Yuanyuan doesn't mind losing anything now if she can find Uncle Tao.

But this Mo Yimo made her feel very suspicious for some reason.

She doesn't want to give such an important thing to someone who is not worthy of trust.

"This is a good thing." Mo Yimo reached out and took the mask out of the drawer: "Crossing the boundary between yin and yang, seeing things that cannot be deduced. The power is unpredictable, although it was damaged once."

"How do you know it was damaged once?" Yuanyuan's eyes widened. She looked at the mask. There was no flaw on the surface, and there was no damage at all.

"Not only do I know that it was damaged, I also know that it was restored with your blood." Mo Yimo replied flatly.

His hand stroked the surface of the white bird mask with very light force, but a rustling friction sound could be heard.

Yuanyuan couldn't help being surprised when she heard Mo Yimo's words.

"This thing is useless to you now." Mo Yimo stopped rubbing, and tapped the eye socket part of the mask with his index finger: "Why don't you give it to me, it can still play some role."

"Can you find my father?" Yuanyuan took the mask from his hand and held it tightly in her own.

"I can't give you an absolute guarantee for this kind of thing." Mo Yimo's hand was suddenly empty, he seemed to be slightly taken aback, and then restored the smile on his face.

Yuanyuan put the mask on her head.

She saw a faint radiance on Mo Yimo's body, but she couldn't tell what color it was, more precisely, it had no color.

Just like that, it emanates from the body spontaneously, giving people a very stable feeling.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like the kind of existence that makes people feel unknown.

She took off the mask and looked at Mo Yimo carefully again.

Half a minute later, she handed the mask over: "This has a very important meaning, not just being able to see strange things. So... please be sure to keep it safe."

Mo Yimo blinked. He took the mask and looked it over in his hand.
Then, he looked up at Yuanyuan: "I see, thank you."

The director of the garden sighed, she looked out the window, the rain kept falling, as if it was going to submerge the city.

"The rain is about to stop." Mo Yimo followed her gaze, with a smile on his lips.

"Really?" Although he was surprised how Mo Yimo knew, Yuanyuan didn't intend to delve into it.

Ten minutes later, Mo Yimo got into the car.

Yuanyuan stood at the door of the villa, watching Cheng Moxun quietly as if watching Cheng Moxun leave in the afternoon.

"Miss Tao." When the car was about to start to leave, Mo Yimo suddenly said, "Please stay as far away from Cheng Moxun as possible, and don't get close to her."

"Why?" Yuanyuan was taken aback, completely unable to understand the significance of doing so.

Mo Yimo shook his head without explaining.

He told the driver a few words, and the car quickly left the Tao's house.

On the other hand, Xu Ziyu stayed by the bed, almost never leaving her.

On the bed lay Cheng Moxun with a pale complexion, looking very fragile.

Standing in the distance, Lihuajing watched the hotel cleaning staff take away the dishes in the room one by one, and quickly cleaned them up.

She walked to the window, looked at the raindrops constantly beating on the window in the dark night, and tilted her head slightly.

"You mean, she drank a glass of the drink that the little girl gave her?" She spoke suddenly, although the distance was a little far away, Xu Ziyu could still hear her clearly.

"Yes." Xu Ziyu answered neatly. He held Cheng Moxun's hand, and there were faint flames dancing in his eyes.

Pear Blossom Jing glanced at him sideways, then turned her gaze back out of the window: "Don't worry, she's fine."

After Xu Ziyu arranged for the hotel staff to temporarily arrange the mother and daughter of unknown origin in another room; she and Xu Ziyu went back to the room to find Cheng Moxun.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the door, he saw Cheng Moxun squatting on the ground, covering his stomach and moaning uncontrollably.

Xu Ziyu turned pale with shock, and immediately wanted to go out to find a doctor with Cheng Moxun in his arms.

However, before he stood up, Cheng Moxun had already fallen into a coma.

Ewha Jing, who had been quietly observing by the side, saw the clue, so she reached out to stop Xu Ziyu who was rushing out.

She asked Xu Ziyu to carry Cheng Moxun to the bed, and then examined it carefully.

The result is surprising, because Cheng Moxun's abdomen has the same power as that of the puppet bear.

Now it seems that there is definitely something wrong with the cup of coffee that the little girl gave Cheng Moxun.

But pear blossom essence couldn't be figured out, why did Cheng Moxun drink that kind of thing?
And the little girl swore that she was helping Cheng Moxun?

"What's the matter with that little girl?" Xu Ziyu pulled the quilt for Cheng Moxun, stared at it for a while, then got up and walked towards the pear blossom essence.

"A child bewitched by evil spirits." Li Huajing turned around and leaned gently on the window sill: "The point is not her, but her mother and that bear."

Xu Ziyu didn't approach her, but walked to the sofa and sat down: "What's the matter with that bear?"

"The evil spirit resides on the bear's body." Pear Blossom Essence shook her head, seeming to find it inconceivable: "It's very strange, its real body host is obviously that woman."

It was at the moment when Lihuajing came into contact with the puppet bear that she understood everything.

She originally thought that the little girl was the incarnation of evil spirits, because that kind of power is absolutely impossible for human beings to possess.

But she later found out that she was wrong.

The little girl's strength was all given by that puppet bear.

This evil spirit is very strange, the host of the body is that woman, the best evidence is the green light spot in the woman's eyes.

This proves that the person possessed by the evil spirit is a woman, not a little girl.

It's just that the woman seems to have some mental problems.

This situation was realized by observing the pupils of the woman.

Those cloudy eyes were not completely caused by being possessed by evil spirits.

The evil spirit probably felt that the woman's physical object was too large to attract unnecessary attention, so he chose a small object like a puppet bear.