Ghost husband knocks on the door at night: Obediently marry

The Ghost King doesn't think that Mo Yimo has any value of being hostile.

"So it's like this...then you use it first, and I'll call him later." Mo Yimo seemed to smile, and then seemed to be planning to hang up the phone.

There was a gleam in the ghost king's eyes: "Wait a minute, Mr. Mo."

The other end of the phone was quiet for a few seconds before a voice came: "What's the matter?"

"Miss Xingding is your younger sister, right?" Ghost King lowered his voice on purpose.

In fact, he didn't intend to get involved in this muddy water, nor did he want to use Xu Ziyu's identity to expose the identity that Mo Yimo had been hiding all along.

However, the situation is somewhat special now.

"...What are you talking about?" Mo Yimo was obviously astonished, and his words revealed a lack of confidence.

"I'm not interested in your identity." The Ghost King said bluntly, "Except for now, maybe you can help."

"Wait, where did you know about this?" Mo Yimo's voice became more serious, and his voice raised a little: "This is a secret that only Xingding will know!"

"That's right, it was Xingding who told me." Ghost King lowered his eyelids, as if he didn't want to get entangled in this issue: "That young lady claims to be your sister."

Mo Yimo seemed to take a deep breath.

"I don't want to meddle in your family affairs." The King of Ghosts saw Huai An put a hand on Xu Jia's shoulder.

He paused for a moment, and then continued: "But I think you may be the only one who can convince that eldest lady not to trouble us any more."

"What's the trouble?" Mo Yimo's voice raised a few more times: "Doesn't she want to fulfill the auction?"

"That's not true." Seeing Xu Jia's excited expression after winning the bet, the Ghost King turned his gaze to the side: "At least for now, everything is going well."

"If you mean, let her let the head of the Tao family go..." Mo Yimo sighed quietly: "I'm sorry, but I can't help it for the time being."

Ghost King raised his eyebrows.

He almost forgot that there was still Uncle Tao's unresolved matter: "I'm not talking about this. It's just that now, I can't leave Xingding."

There was no answer on the phone.

Mo Yimo was silent for a long time, because the time was so long that the ghost king kept checking the screen to make sure the call was normal.

Finally, after Xu Jia won another round, a steady voice finally rang through the phone: "Understood, I'll rush over right away."

Well, that's about it.

The ghost king put down the phone in satisfaction, then frowned again.

He stared at the screen for a long time, but there was no response.

Just because he realized a very serious problem...that is, he couldn't remember the phone number of the hotel room.

Not far away, Mo Yiyou stood in front of the gaming table, holding two transparent crystal dice in his hand.

While looking at the immobile figure of the man, she casually threw the dice on the table.

"Seven o'clock!" The gambler pushed the chip to Mo Yiyou: "Congratulations."

There are red chips and clown smiling faces that dazzle people's eyes.

Mo Yiyou waved his hands without looking back, and then stood up straight.

The manager soon appeared out of nowhere: "Miss? Look..."

"Dear brother is coming soon." A shy smile appeared on Mo Yiyou's face, he seemed very happy: "I'll come back later, and they will be handed over to you."

After speaking, she grabbed the chips on the table and handed them over to the manager, and then quickly disappeared into the crowd, gradually disappearing.

"Mr. Manager, what should we do?" An indistinct ghost approached and asked faintly.

"Ah, really." The manager flipped the chips in his hand twice, then looked up at the ghost king in the distance: "It's not easy to arrange for such a tricky character."

His smile became exaggerated, as if he was very excited about what he was going to do next.

At the same moment, thousands of miles away.

For the first time, Lihuajing felt a soreness in her neck.

As a fairy, she shouldn't have the body perception that humans usually have.

This is very novel.

"You've been watching for a long time." Aman sat on the edge of the bed, bent over, with one arm pressed on her thigh, and her chin resting on her hand: "Have you gained anything?"

The bright red skirt and the pure white sheets formed a very strong contrast.

"No, it's obviously normal." Li Huajing couldn't help twisting her neck, feeling the pain relieved: "Why doesn't it respond like a piece of wood?"

Dan Bo on the hospital bed still looked like a sickly boy in white.

The difference is that at this moment, he opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.

It's just that he is still in a dazed state, no matter how he calls or shakes, there is no response.

The ghost of the little boy was lying on the edge of the hospital bed, looking at Dan Po expectantly: "Hey, did you hear me?"

"Don't bother." Oman turned his head enchantingly, his profile showed a seductive and charming arc: "You can't wake him up."

"The soul is complete and the body is undamaged." Pear Blossom Jing muttered while kneading her neck in confusion.

Suddenly, she thought of something, her eyes lit up suddenly, and her movements slowed down: "Could it be that there is something wrong with her brain?"

"Maybe this statement... makes sense." Oman smiled softly: "He has a heart disease, and no one can cure him except himself."

Confusion returned to Lihuajing's face: "Then is his life in danger?"

"Well, yes?" The tone was full of uncertainty, and Oman blinked mischievously on purpose: "I'm not sure either!"

"Didn't you come from hell?" Pear Blossom Jing rolled her eyes: "How could you not know?"

"Responsibilities have to be divided in hell!" Aman showed a charming smile, his tone changed from his previous maturity, as if he was soft and coquettish: "Did you forget..."

She suddenly appeared in front of Pear Blossom Essence, with a mischievous smile on her lips: "What is my job?"

Ewha Jing took a step back without hesitation. She looked at Aman and shook her head calmly.

Please, her deeds all benefit from that thousand-year-old pear tree.

It is impossible to experience this kind of thing directly proportional to Taoism.

Even as a fairy, there are many things she doesn't understand.

Wait... Aman's body is Manjusawa.

In other words, this guy was born a punishment from hell.

More than 700 years ago, it was because of the appearance of this guy that Tang Qin and Yingyue separated!

Pear Blossom Jing widened her eyes, how could she forget such a thing?

"Didn't you remember that?" Oman's smile was a little smug: "Ah, why am I doing things that are not in line with my job?"

"No..." Li Huajing subconsciously wanted to refute.

This guy's natural prank mentality will make Xu Ziyu and Cheng Moxun suffer so much.

As for whether the work talisman is not in line with her own functions, it all depends on her mood.

"Speaking of which, is it okay for you to return to City C?" Oman's smile suddenly became inexplicable: "It's very lively over there."

"Neither Ghost King nor Xu Ziyu will be willing to leave Cheng Moxun." Li Huajing said indifferently, "Even if you intervene, it won't be a big problem."

"That's on the premise that they won't leave too far away." Oman glanced at the little boy beside the bed, and was amused by the sincerity on his face: "There is an unexpected situation today."

Li Huajing originally wanted to get close to the bedside to observe the state of Danbo up close.

After hearing Oman's words, she turned around suddenly: "What accident?"

"You have to know, this place on the top of the star..." Oman raised an index finger and rubbed the side of his fingertip against his lips: "Even I can't observe the development."

"You mean, Star Top Casino will trouble the two of them?" Li Huajing's expression changed slightly: "But the Ghost King should..."

"This big man with inestimable power should be brought to the top of the star at this moment." Aman interrupted her: "The poor little girl in the hotel is alone."

Pear Blossom Jing's expression was full of doubts: "I can't understand."

"Do you think that I took the pains to send Cheng Moxun back to the hotel just to help the two souls merge as soon as possible?" Oman suddenly lowered his voice.

"It's also because you like to play pranks." The more you say the modern words, the more slippery you are, and the pear flower essence silently praised herself in her heart.

"Heh..." Aman let out a faint chuckle, as if expressing some kind of disdain in his heart.

Pear Blossom Essence couldn't help raising her eyebrows: "Otherwise? What other serious reasons do you have?"

"There are too many people involved, and all of them are the core." Oman walked back to the hospital bed, raised his hand and touched the side of Shan Bo's face: "This matter is a vortex that can be clearly seen."

"What do you mean?" Pear Blossom Jing became more and more confused as she listened. She turned to look at the little boy, and found that the latter was also in a daze.

"Some things are preordained, and I just happened to be able to see part of it." Aman smiled at the expressionless Danbo.

She straightened up and continued, "For example, Xu Jia will stay at Xingding tonight, and Xu Ziyu is going to pick him up."

It's like predictive ability, but it's not as sharp and accurate as Hua Jing's natural.

But even so, Li Huajing was still very surprised: "That is to say, you know that Xu Ziyu is going back to Xingding tonight, so you separated Cheng Moxun from him?"

The young lady at Xingding was quite hostile towards Cheng Moxun.

If Xu Ziyu or the ghost king accidentally took him to the top of the star, it would be like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth.

"It's not just that." Oman turned around and moved a little to the side, revealing the Danbo behind him: "There are too many problems, so we should solve them separately."

Pear Blossom Jing stared at the dull boy, her eyes gradually widened.

She turned to the little boy with a complicated expression, and finally couldn't hold back and rushed forward, grabbing him by the arm: "Little guy, tell me everything you know!"

The little boy seemed to be frightened, he struggled desperately, frowning and whimpering constantly.

"Hurry up!" Li Huajing urged: "Shan Ze and Shan Bo, the past of these two people! Tell me!"

What happened to make Danbo become what it is now?
His breath of death has haunted Cheng Moxun to this day, causing incidents one after another.

This is the root of the hidden danger.