Ghost husband knocks on the door at night: Obediently marry

She walked around the sofa, ran to the bathroom, and opened the gauze curtains on both sides of the floor-to-ceiling windows to have a look.

Finally, she returned to the door of the room, and said nervously to the puppet bear sitting on the ground, "Dad, there is no one here!"

The puppet bear was taken aback when he heard the words, as if he didn't quite believe it.

It struggled to get up, tiptoed to the corner of the entrance, and carefully looked around.

After confirming that there were really no other biological signs to be found in the room, its body gradually relaxed.

"Father, why are you so nervous?" Ruan Ruan was amused by its appearance, and laughed out loud.

The puppet bear scratched its head in a little embarrassment, and turned back to Cheng Moxun, staring at the sleeping face for a long time.

Then, it raised a furry paw, which seemed to be hard but actually very soft...and landed on Cheng Moxun's forehead.

"Shua!" In an instant, a large group of gray-white mist continuously emerged from under the claws, and quickly gathered into a large group in midair.

Ruan Ruan blinked her eyes, not hiding her surprise: "Wow! What is this, Dad!"

The puppet bear also looked up at the gray mist, retracted its paws, and took a few steps back.

Immediately afterwards, he ran forward a few times like a [-]-meter sprint, and finally jumped up.

Unbiased, the furry body hits right into the center of the mist.

Ruan Ruan's mouth opened into an O shape, and she was obviously stunned by what happened in front of her eyes.

In the next second, the gray-white fog trapped the puppet bear in mid-air, and continuously wrapped around its body, intending to engulf it.

"Father!" Ruan Ruan recovered from the astonishment, stood up hastily, waved her fleshy paws, and dragged the puppet bear back from the fog.

The puppet bear stretched out and limp in Ruan Ruan's arms, looking more tired than before.

On the other hand, Cheng Moxun, who was in an unknown dream, suddenly felt a severe headache.

At the same time, the white room began to shake violently, making it difficult for people to stand on their feet.

"Someone wants to call you back, sister." Sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, Dan Bo was completely unaffected by the shaking and was still safe and sound.

"Hmm..." Cheng Moxun squatted on the ground, holding his head and feeling that his head hurt like it was going to burst.

"It's better to go back." Shan Bo lowered his eyelids, and said helplessly in his tone: "Staying here for a long time is not a good thing."

Cheng Moxun was only concerned about having a headache, and didn't notice what Shan Bo was saying at all.

She closed her eyes, and in the darkness, she vaguely saw some blurred pictures flashing by.

There was also an inaudible voice next to her ear, as if the speaker was beside her, but she couldn't distinguish the content.

Pear Blossom Essence raised her hand, and tapped on Shan Bo's forehead.

Sitting blankly, like a tumbler, his body leaned back a little, but immediately returned to the original angle.

"The soul can still live well under such oppression." Li Huajing couldn't help but marvel: "Little guy, you deserve a lot of credit."

After the little boy was praised, he didn't react much.

He grabbed Shan Bo's arm, and asked pitifully, "Can you save him?"

"It's hard to say." Pear Blossom Shrugged her shoulders, and suddenly remembered that there was Oman beside her, so she raised her finger and said, "Ask her."

Oman tilted his head, and there was a special meaning in his smile.

Looking at her smiling face, the little boy seemed to have a grudge: "Can you..."

"It can't be saved." Before the little guy finished speaking, Oman replied: "I don't want to interfere in this matter."

The little boy looked at her blankly and disappointedly.

"The fate of the twins is too complicated." Li Huajing also sighed: "It is indeed better not to participate."

"I told you before." Oman said in a "should have been so" tone: "Now that you know the truth of the matter, get out quickly."

Pear Blossom Jing didn't speak, but looked at Dan Bo with a dazed expression, and fell into deep thought.

On the other hand, the little boy at the side heard that they would not help, so he became anxious: "Please, please, please save him!"

"Oh, little guy." Oman bent down and put his face in front of the little boy: "You have stayed in the world for too long, come with me?"

The little boy blinked and asked in an uncertain tone, "Where...where?"

Aman pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows. She straightened up and took a step back, her red skirt swaying slightly with the movement.

Countless faces flashed across the fabric of the skirt.

"Reincarnation." Oman murmured, his voice was deliberately low, with a charming charm: "That is the direction you should choose."

"No!" The little boy refused angrily, and at the same time, the strength of holding Danbo's arm became stronger: "I don't want it!"

"Oh?" Aman was a little surprised: "Could it be that you have to take revenge before you want to leave?"

The little boy puffed up his mouth and shook his head angrily: "No!"

He looked up at Dan Po, and then continued: "I want to see him live well!"

Aman raised his eyebrows, and looked at Dan Po with a complex gaze with a smile.

This body looks extremely fragile, and its soul is also shattered beyond recognition.

If those extra lifespans are taken out, being able to survive is a gift from God, so how can you expect to live well?

"Impossible." Oman has a perverted interest in hitting other people's hopes: "Even if he survives, he is just a crazy person and will be abandoned by this world."

The little boy pursed his mouth tightly and stared at Oman with unwilling resentment.

"Since you're so reluctant," Aman suddenly approached him again, blinking his eyes playfully: "Why don't you let him go with you?"

"I don't want it!" The little boy was so angry that he could hardly hold any other words to reject Oman's proposal.

"That's what you say..." Li Huajing suddenly spoke at this moment, interrupting the noisy disputes around her: "Those men before came to take Shan Bo away?"

"Yes!" The little boy nodded desperately: "Xiao Bo's father wants to take him to City C and take away those life spans!"

"The person who did this for Shanbo back then was Mo Yimo." Li Huajing seemed to have suddenly realized: "Perhaps, he can have some way to solve this problem?"

"You mean the psychic?" A strange light flickered in Oman's eyes: "The original heir of Startop Casino?"

Li Huajing nodded: "He is the one who operates in the middle, and is also a crucial link."

Perhaps some method can be found to keep Dan Po's life intact.

"That is to say, you still plan to participate in this matter, don't you?" Oman looked rather helpless: "It's a waste of my persuasion."

"Even if you don't want to, there's nothing you can do." Li Huajing shook her head and sighed, "Xu Ziyu and Cheng Moxun have been completely involved."

The ghost king couldn't remember how he left Xingding.

He clearly saw that Mo Yimo stood in front of him, negotiating with Mo Yiyou.

Obviously the conversation happened right in front of his eyes, but he couldn't hear anything.

Because his attention was completely occupied by the bad feeling in his heart.

Cheng Moxun's face kept appearing in his mind, and the anxiety spread, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

When I worked hard to restrain myself and finally pulled back some thoughts, I saw Nao, who was much shorter than me, and suddenly slapped me on the forehead.

The straw paper is very dry, so it makes a crisp sound when it is bumped.

This was the last sound he heard when he was conscious.

The ghost king felt as if a fire was burning in front of his forehead, and the scorching heat penetrated the skin and rushed straight to the brain.

His whole body felt being pulled by several powerful forces in different directions.

Afterwards, pain and dizziness occupied his perception at the same time, and he felt that his eyes went dark, as if he was locked in a small room with no light.

Time passed for a long time.

He found that he had the power to move again, and when the surrounding environment became brighter, he was already in a completely different environment from the Startop entertainment room.

"Are you awake?" Nasu was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, half-turning his body to look at him: "Ah, is it Mr. Ghost King?"

"Hmm..." Ghost King slowly got up from the seat, looked around, and found that he was in the car, and he was occupying the seat in the back seat.

The person in the driver's seat looked like he had gray hair and was not tall. He was only concentrating on driving and didn't speak at all.

"Young Master asked me to tell you that the car is in the underground garage at the top of the star, and it is not easy to take it out for the time being." Nao seemed to be a little more active than before: "So please take a trip recently and consider changing to a car."

"That..." Xu Ziyu wouldn't care about such things anyway, the ghost king waved his hand casually: "It's okay."

He looked out of the window, and the large raindrops kept hitting the glass, so he couldn't see the scenery outside clearly: "Where is this going?"

"Send you back to the hotel." Nao said with a polite smile, "By the way, let me introduce you, this is Uncle Fu."

She raised one hand, palm up, facing the person in the driver's seat.

"Hello," the ghost king said lightly, not paying much attention: "Fu Bo."

"I can't afford it." Uncle Fu turned his back to him, with a sigh in his tone: "The old man has only been alive for a few decades, so I can't bear to be called you like that."

Hearing this, the ghost king was quite surprised, he couldn't help but move to the other side of the car seat, wanting to see Fubo's face clearly.

Nao stared blankly at the Ghost King, then at Uncle Fu: "What are you talking about?"

Fu Bo seemed to chuckle slightly: "Girl, you only know how to look at the appearance of the gods, but you can't understand the way."

"This old gentleman," the ghost king couldn't help interjecting at this moment: "You can see that I..."

The second half of the sentence got stuck in his throat when he met Nao's questioning gaze.

The cause and effect, how should I mention it to an outsider?
"Don't worry." Fu Bo replied cheerfully: "The old man can only see the surface, not the depth."

It can be seen that it is not ordinary people who can reach this level.