Ghost husband knocks on the door at night: Obediently marry

"Uncle Huai'an, can you ask Mr. Xu to bet more in each game?" Nasu shrank behind Huai'an, wrapping his arm with one hand and holding an umbrella in the other.

"You want him to win enough chips quickly?" Huai'an carefully protected Naxu, staring at the ghosts circling around, the sleepiness in his eyes disappeared: "No."

"Miss, have you repented?" Nao clasped her fingers on the umbrella unfolding button, ready for protection.

Huai An glanced at the ghost king beside him, and said in a low voice, "No, another thing aroused her interest."

The ghost king lowered his eyes slightly, he is not in the mood to take care of Xingding's affairs now.

Get out of here as soon as possible and get back to the hotel is the most important thing!
It's a pity that I and Xu Ziyu have already merged into one body. If I want to leave, I have to take this physical body with me.

The building of Star Top Casino is quite complicated inside and out, and it occupies a huge area.

If you control your body and forcibly leave, you may get lost in it and waste time and energy.

It's better to calm down and think carefully about the way out.

As for Cheng Moxun...

The heart seemed to be tightly clenched, and it couldn't be stretched no matter what.

"Xu...uh, could it be convenient for you to tell me your name?" Nao looked at the King of Ghosts with a look of embarrassment on his face.

Two people surnamed Xu appeared at the same time, and they were both important figures of the Xu family. How should they be distinguished by title?
His previous name flashed through his mind.

The Ghost King's eyes brightened slightly.

His lips moved twice, but he didn't speak.

Those two words were once evoked by Yingyue, her voice was melodious and pleasant, but there was a touch of sadness.

Thinking about it now, it has been too long since anyone called his name.

Nao was still waiting, she really couldn't figure out what the King of Ghosts was thinking.

"It can destroy the soul of the gatekeeper." Huai'an's tone was light, without any emotional color: "I don't think it's an ordinary lonely ghost."

Nao nodded vigorously, she remembered the scene that happened in the underground garage, and she was still very shocked until now.

"Ghost King." The cold voice sounded, and the ghost king chuckled: "That's how they all call me."

He was right, Cheng Moxun had always called himself like this.

Nasu tilted her head, she looked a little puzzled, then blinked, raised her head and gently shook Huai'an's sleeve.

"Is this a surname?" Huai An narrowed his eyes in confusion: "Just this two characters? No name?"

The ghost king frowned slightly, and looked at him inexplicably: "There is no name, and no surname."

It's just a title.

Both Huaian and Nao showed incomprehensible expressions.

"Ha! I won!" Xu Jia, who was completely absorbed in the game, was in the bustling crowd, completely oblivious to what the people behind her were talking about.

He held the pile of red chips in his arms without missing any, and stood up cautiously: "I didn't have such fun when I was young."

"Mr. Xu, be careful not to get addicted." Huai'an tore open the drawstring bag and watched all the chips and coins poured in.

The bag weighed some catties again.

"It's still a little bit worse." Huai An took out five chips from the bag and handed them to Xu Jia: "Please change to another table and continue playing."

Xu Jia didn't have any objections. He took the chips with extreme excitement on his face.

The excitement was so strong that his face looked distorted.

The ghost king glanced at him indifferently, and slowly swallowed back what he wanted to say.

"What did you find?" Huai An turned around and met the Ghost King's gaze.

"Has he drunk the wine here?" The ghost king watched Xu Jia go to the next gambling table with complicated eyes.

Huai An nodded: "After the auction ended, about half an hour passed."

"How much did you drink?" The ghost king turned his gaze away from Xu Jia, and turned to look at a waiter passing by not far away.

On the tray held up by the waiter was not golden champagne, but a red liquid in an octagonal glass.

"Half a cup." Huai'an raised his hand, roughly measuring the length with his fingers: "Because it didn't suit my taste, I didn't continue to drink it."

Nao was listening, and couldn't help asking: "Ah, is there anything mixed with these wines? Or...is there any spell?"

"Maybe it's just medicine." Huai'an shook his head: "Increasing the level of brain excitement, or stimulating people's desire to win... probably something like this."

He stretched out his index finger, pointed at one side of his head and turned it around twice: "Here, only ghosts and gods can control it."

Nao blinked, panicked in fright.

"If it's medicine, then there must be a time limit." The ghost king said indifferently: "These people who come to read the book again and again don't know how much to drink."

"There are such methods now..." Nao clutched the corner of Huai'an's wide sleeve, and said with some fear: "Xingding is so scary."

Huai An chuckled, put her backhand on her head, and rubbed it lightly twice: "If you say such things, be careful that the eldest lady will settle accounts with you."

"Is there any way to lure that young lady out?" Ghost King looked around blankly again: "I'm in a hurry to leave."

"Ah, Miss Cheng is still waiting for you at the hotel." Nao suddenly exclaimed, "Oops... with your ability, is there no way to leave?"

The ghost king pondered for a while, then chose to shake his head: "I can't do it."

Even though he now has the power of a thousand-year-old pear tree, he can't go head-to-head.

He still doesn't know the details of the other party.

"This..." Nao showed a troubled look.

"So far, Missy hasn't done anything to stop you." Huai An put his hands in his sleeves and glanced at Xu Jia who was in the middle of the game: "Maybe you can leave directly."

The ghost king smiled lightly.

He left Huaian and Naxu on the spot, and walked straight forward.

Soon, it reached the edge of the range that the ghosts dared not approach.

At this time, something unexpected happened.

All the ghosts pounce on the guests closest to them, or show their teeth and claws, or smile strangely.

They stood beside the guests, clinging to each other tightly, not knowing what would happen in the next second.

Or attached to the person, or hurt life.

If you start lightly, you will lose some yang energy, but your luck will also drop a lot.

"This is threatening him not to leave..." Naxu murmured, "Miss won't let him go."

"Ghost King." Huai An muttered these two words, eyes full of confusion: "This is not a surname, nor a name...it's just a title..."

"Uncle Huai'an, he must be very powerful." Nao watched the ghost king retreat step by step, and said in a low voice: "Miss unexpectedly used so many ghosts."

It's hard to count how many people poured into the entertainment room just by visually distinguishing them.

Only the young master and the special ghost can arouse the interest of the young lady.

Among the ghosts, this is the first one that can be surrounded by the eldest lady with the posture of thousands of troops.

"It is rumored that this eldest lady loves to collect ghosts." The ghost king has already returned to them: "Does this kind of approach also want to put me away?"

"Not necessarily." The confusion in Huai An's eyes disappeared, and his tone of speech became much softer: "Maybe there are other plans."

The ghost king didn't speak. He lowered his eyes and looked at the black floor.

Under the bright golden light, I could barely see my own reflection.

The appearance of this body is not much different from that of him more than 700 years ago.

After all, I'm still alone.

My heart was filled with desolation for no reason.

The ghost king raised his head slowly, his eyelids drooped slightly, and he couldn't help sighing.

Then, he stretched out a hand to Nao: "Lend me your phone."

The tone sounds taken for granted.

Nao didn't care about such impolite behavior, she just hurriedly took out her mobile phone.

The mobile phone has a pink and tender shell, and there is a small pompom hanging on it, full of the sweetness that a girl should have.

Unexpectedly, before she handed it out, Huai An raised her hand and blocked it.

She raised her head wonderingly, and saw Huai An blankly handing the Ghost King a black mobile phone with the other hand: "Use mine."

The Ghost King didn't notice anything wrong, but felt that Huai'an's behavior was a bit strange.

He hesitated for a second, then slowly moved his hand horizontally from in front of Nao to Huaian's.

At this time, there was a sudden sigh from the gambling table next door.

The three of them subconsciously looked over, and saw that among the group of frowning people, Xu Jia was watching the chips being taken away with a face full of reluctance.

"Ah, I forgot." Huai An seemed to have suddenly remembered, showing a helpless smile: "Sure enough, Mr. Xu alone can't do it."

The Ghost King rolled his eyes, turned his back and walked a little further away.

He didn't fumble for the phone just now, and he couldn't remember whether it was left in the car or in the elevator, so he could only borrow it temporarily.

But on the phone at hand, the display is all in Japanese, and there is no way to guess the function through the icon.

"I said..." In desperation, the Ghost King wanted to ask Huai An how to operate.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, he saw Huai An and Na Xu, accompanied by Xu Jia who was in despair, went to a game table farther away.

He sighed helplessly, and was about to step up to catch up, but was startled by the sudden ringtone of his mobile phone.

"Tsk!" He frowned and looked down, but was attracted by the name displayed on the screen.

Eldest young master.

Shouldn't it be...

The ghost king had no idea whether it was moral to answer the phone privately, so he decisively clicked the green button.

He watched the timing numbers on the screen beating until they slowly beating to double digits, and then he put it to his ear.

"Huian?" Someone on the other end of the phone called tentatively.

this voice...

The Ghost King hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Are you Mo Yimo?"

"..." The other party pondered for a while, and then said slowly: "President Xu, why is it you?"

"I just borrowed my cell phone. Unfortunately, you just called." The ghost king felt a hostile feeling in his heart, which was very strong and could not be ignored at all.

But this is from Xu Ziyu's mood.