Ghost husband knocks on the door at night: Obediently marry

Nao was startled, she subconsciously looked at another figure.

The man had already rushed to Yuanyuan's side, and hugged Yuanyuan in his arms.

Appears to be a young boy, not dressed like a theater worker.

"Excuse me, what did you see?" At this time, Xu Ziyu suddenly asked.

Nao blinked, and had to shift his gaze to him: "What?"

"I can see that there is ghost energy attached to me." Xu Ziyu's eyes were cold, not soft at all: "You have special abilities."

"Ah, so you asked this." Nao nodded knowingly, and at the same time looked at Xu Ziyu defensively: "Miss Tao is in the same situation as you, except..."

Xu Ziyu looked at her, calmly waiting for the next sentence.

"What is attached to her is not a ghost." Nasu's expression returned to his previous seriousness: "It's a god to be worshiped."

"Are you sure?" Xu Ziyu unabashedly showed a skeptical expression: "Why don't I look like it?"

"I am the one chosen by the gods." Nao suddenly said righteously: "I have the eyes to distinguish the three worlds, please believe me."

Her usual soft tone became sacrosanct at this moment.

This serious expression somehow made Xu Ziyu in front of him smile slightly.

"Please respect the gods, please!" Nao seemed a little anxious, and bowed to Xu Ziyu while speaking seriously.

"The respectable gods don't refer to the one over there." Xu Ziyu's tone was calm, with a slight sense of alienation: "How could the things on her be gods?"

Nao straightened up blankly: "How can you say that..."

Before she finished speaking, she was startled by the green light in Xu Ziyu's eyes.

The appearance of ghosts and ghosts and the appearance of ordinary people flashed in front of him one after another.

Her eyes were wide open: "You... are not Mr. Xu!"

When the voice fell, she opened the umbrella in her hand and propped it on her head.

Seeing her making a judgment so quickly and taking corresponding precautions, the Ghost King silently admired her in his heart.

On the other end, Lu Ye hugged Yuanyuan, because of excessive worry, he didn't hear the first half of the conversation between the two people behind him.

It wasn't until Nao exclaimed that he came back to his senses and realized that there was someone behind him.

He turned his head and looked at Naxu holding the umbrella in surprise, confused: "You..."

The ghost king manipulated Xu Ziyu's body, and looked sideways at Lu Ye very naturally: "It's just a trivial matter, send her home."

"Wait!" Nasu looked at him vigilantly, then gripped the handle of the umbrella, and hurried past him: "Let me have a look."

Although Lu Ye didn't understand who the girl in front of him was; but he still didn't refuse Nao's approach.

Nasu squatted down, seemed to struggle twice in her heart, and then suddenly grabbed Yuanyuan's hand.

Her expression looked like she was trying to focus on something, and there were tiny beads of sweat on her forehead.

After a minute like this, she suddenly shook off Yuanyuan's hand and stood up abruptly: "How could it be..."

"What are you doing?" Seeing Yuanyuan's hand being thrown to the ground, Lu Ye felt a little annoyed.

He hugged Yuanyuan in his arms again, then stood up, and looked at the ghost king hesitantly: "I will go to Yuanyuan's house now, and I will definitely be arrested again."

It's been a while since the drama ended.

Mrs. Lu must have known about his escape.

It doesn't take much thinking to know that there are eyeliners looking for him in the whole city of C right now.

In a short time, he didn't want to go back.

Something must have happened to Yuanyuan's side. Uncle Tao hasn't been found yet, so she can't live without someone by her side.

"That's easy to say." The ghost king raised his hand, pointing to a position not far behind Yuanyuan: "Put that on."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a sudden strangeness in his heart, followed by a momentary blankness of consciousness.

Lu Ye turned his head and saw the white bird mask not far away.

Without thinking too much, he hurriedly walked over with Yuanyuan in his arms, and picked it up carefully: "What happened, she wants to carry this thing!"

"Well, it may not be hers." The ghost king regained his consciousness, he looked down at the palm of his hand, and then clenched it into a fist.

"I wear this... I might be recognized." Lu Ye worriedly looked at the mask, then at the person in his arms: "No way."

"As long as you don't get noticed, you can walk all the way to the parking lot." Ghost King made a casual gesture: "It's right next to the theater."

Perhaps Xu Ziyu's body could be used to give them a ride along the way.

Holding the umbrella, Nasu looked at him in disbelief: "You...you came here specially because you already knew that something bad would happen to Miss Tao?"

"That's not true." A trace of helplessness flashed across Ghost King's face, he glanced at the clothing room not far away, the door was closed tightly and there was no sign of opening.

He was silent for a few seconds, then continued: "But it doesn't matter now."

Thinking of Cheng Moxun who was still waiting in the car, his eyes dimmed a bit.

It's been too long since I've been away, so I have to go back and have a look.

2 minute later.

Shan Ze, who was half asleep and half awake in the clothing room, finally felt that his ears were much clearer.

He only thought it was a dream, so he was not awakened by the weird conversation.

Afterwards, his consciousness gradually sank, and he finally fell asleep leaning against the wall in a trance.

"Aze...Aze..." The familiar call from before lingered in my ears again.

Shan Ze frowned in his sleep, and muttered something dissatisfied.

"Don't sleep here..." It was another familiar sentence.

Shan Ze's eyelids trembled slightly, as if his consciousness was returning.

"This is my bed, listen to me..." The voice continued.

Shan Ze's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and he vaguely saw a familiar face in the darkness.

It was his own face, no, another's.

This man looked anxious, just like he did when he said something to himself a long time ago...

"If you don't get up again, you will die!" This exclamation seemed to really ring in my ears.

Shan Ze suddenly opened his eyes wide, and at the same time his whole body trembled, and he rolled down from his seat.

He struggled to get up from the ground, his breathing was still a little disordered.

Afterwards, he looked around and found that when he was still in the clothing room, his expression was a bit disappointed.

There is a small round clock on the wall, and the second is walking quietly without making any sound.

Shan Ze stared at it for a while, then walked towards the door abruptly.

"How could it be..." His face was pale, his lips were bitten tightly, almost bleeding: "That's fake, it's impossible."

His pace became faster and faster, so he passed through several staggered corridors, and finally came to the performance hall.

The hall was pitch black, and the staff had already left work and returned home.

Shan Ze stood in front of the center of the stage, staring at a position in the auditorium, his hands clenched into fists by his sides.

In the darkness, Shan Ze walked on the steps alone.

Relying on the order of the seats in his memory, he quickly read the number of the seat he had been staring at in his mind.

No. 3, District 47A.

In the performance this afternoon, there was a woman I didn't know sitting in this seat, and a guy I knew very well.

Of course, this familiar guy does not refer to the spectator next to No. 48, although he seems to be with the woman No. 47.

Shan Ze clenched his fists. He stood on the steps and aisle, staring at seat No. 47 with a blank expression in the darkness.

Finally, he opened the seat baffle, stepped into the area of ​​the fourth row of seats, step by step over No. 41, No. 42... and then stopped at No. 45.

His eyes were staring so hard that he could almost shed tears.

But he seemed to hold some kind of persistence, and he refused to blink easily.

There was a rustling sound in the performance hall, as if the outside wind was trying to get in through the gap between the window and the door frame.

Other than that, there was no other movement.

Shan Ze's lips twitched twice: "Brother..."

The ending sounded with a little trembling, revealing the uncertainty and fear in my heart.

"Is it there?" He continued to ask anxiously.

If someone stepped into the performance hall at this moment and heard this trembling voice, they would think that it was haunted at night.

Time passed by, and he stood there, looking at the faintly discernible outline of the seat, biting his lips tightly with his teeth.

Trembling words sounded again: "Have you seen my performance? Is it good?"

He suddenly seemed to be possessed, and stretched out his hand towards the seat of No. 47.

At this time, the door of the performance hall was suddenly pulled open, and a figure in a guard uniform appeared at the door.

The light from the electric lamp shone in all directions, and finally landed on Shan Ze's body.

Shan Ze's body was sideways, so the person at the door could only see a strange posture with his head down.

The other party seemed to be taken aback, and hurriedly shouted: "Who is it!"

Shan Ze subconsciously withdrew his hand when he heard the voice.

He came back to his senses in a daze, twisted his neck a little stiffly and looked towards the door.

Under the strong beam of light, his face was pale.

"It's me..." He murmured, "Shan Ze."

At this moment, a faint sigh sounded in the ear, and the time was very short, making people think that there was a hallucination.

Shan Ze suddenly froze.

Nao opened the umbrella in his hand, and then propped it on top of Luye's head.

She is a little shorter than Lu Ye, so when she descends the steps, she seems to be struggling.

"Are you friends with Yuanyuan?" Lu Ye looked up at the umbrella, "It's just such a distance, I can run over it soon."

After Nao's light pink coat got wet, the color became a little brighter.

Her hair and the white headband were also wet from the rain.

The lights outside the theater were not very bright, but it made it easy for people to see her facial features.

"Well, it counts." Nao insisted on holding the umbrella on top of Lu Ye's head, and was careful not to touch the white bird mask.