ghost story

"Come on, come on,

All the guests look,

Pigs cannot leave the gatekeeper's street,

The maid carrying the lantern turned her head forty times.

The housekeeper's wife's spindle is pointed at both ends, and the mouse yells and jumps up,

Alas, a good handkerchief, a good shawl, an old rooted tree,

Just don't open the cage.

come on, come on,

The guests all tasted,

The fat sheep slaughtered is delicious, and the tongue of the stupid woman is long and long.

The puppet said frantically, quick, put him on the fire,

Burn them to ashes.

come on, come on,

Are the guests tired?

Ask the nanny in the well, will my aunt come back?

Hee hee hee,

If she doesn't leave, she will go back even if she is dizzy.

Tonight is the young master's wedding,

She was dizzy and wanted to go back.

Here is the cemetery, here is the wedding room,

Sit down, guests,

The lively drama has been performed for hundreds of years, but there has never been one,

Such a great event! "

As night fell, the ancestral hall was decorated with lights and festoons, and people coming and going were humming songs. The atmosphere was strange and warm.Xiang Wuyou changed into the bright red wedding dress made by the housekeeper's wife, which made his skin white as jade, and his originally cold temperament became a little more charming now.His smile was also very alluring, but there was a tear mole dotted at the end of his eyes, which was as red as blood.

Song Wei also put on a similar wedding dress. He was much taller than the other party. After all, the young master was only 14 years old when he died.Over the years, relying on the breath of the whole town, Xiang Wuyou has attracted many strangers before he grows up to sixteen or seventeen.

On the bright side, he doesn't kill the backpackers, but only lets the ghosts in his hands absorb some vitality; secretly, if the corpses of the tomb robbers who want to hunt for treasure can be left behind, they will pile up into mountains.There is a clear distinction between good and evil, and he is not afraid of people with moral virtues. After the turbulent days decades ago, the ancient books were lost, and the masters were hidden from the world. These evil spirits lived a nourishing life.

"Witnesses please—" the housekeeper was full of joy, and as soon as he finished speaking, Tang Tianshi was surrounded by ghosts and entered the ancestral hall, and the two were fighting.The reason why he was kept was that Xiang Wuyou wanted to use some righteous skills he had learned to make the marriage between the man and the ghost justifiable.

Tang Tianshi didn't dare to resist, although he was very scared, he still read out the marriage proposal in trembling voice according to what the butler had told him.Behind him, Chu Ying, who was hung high on the beam, struggled desperately, but couldn't break free, and the red marks on her wrist appeared and disappeared. "... Licheng." When Tang Tianshi finished the last sentence, the butler handed the knife to Xiang Wuyou and Song Wei, and the guests who had been waiting impatiently rushed over together.

Chu Ying's face was pale, as if she understood that something was going to happen, she yelled and begged even more frantically.But everyone laughed and raised the knife to Wuyou, just like the day when he saw the brother Shutong standing in front of him, pierced through the body by the crazy knife, and reappeared on Chu Ying again and again.Her little breath of life slowly leaked out from the broken belly. At the same time, several families finally broke into the old house, and all they saw was the dilapidated house, lying face to face in the hall. There are seven or eight people in the house.Chu Ying was also inside, holding her stomach and swallowing her last breath.

As for Tang Tianshi's body twitching outside, he suddenly woke up, laying on the ground and vomiting countless maggots, because he was no longer needed for the wedding.

Feeling everything, Xiang Wuyou closed his eyes slightly, and his breath became pleasant.Song Wei wiped the blood splashed on his face for him, and watched those angry people cut Chu Ying open over and over again. It's a pity that the fairy teacher back then has become the young master's lunch, otherwise he can bring it out now Have fun.

The butler came forward with a smile: "Everyone is going crazy with joy tonight, young master, you should go to rest earlier, don't worry about it."

The newlyweds were sent into the bridal chamber, but screams and laughter, as well as the weird song, could be faintly heard outside the door.

The bed curtains were scattered, Song Wei lifted his young master's chin, kissed him hard, and then was bitten back.He was still alive, and blood soon oozed from his lips, which was licked clean by Xiang Wuyou meaningfully. "Many living people came in before, and they all smelled good..." He deliberately stroked Song Wei's lower abdomen, feeling that it was tense for a moment.

Song Wei gently kissed the corner of his mouth: "Really, whoever you touched, I will find them out." He is a ruthless person, the only bit of kindness is given to the other party, and the rest of the viciousness always comes out. With poisonous gas.In this life, Chu Ying has never seen him through, but Song Weiyi has been watching her and a group of cronies looking for death, and before coming, he gave the evidence he found privately to the police, so those family members can only come here to grow up in person. Looking for someone in the house, there is no way back.

He does this just to have a good time.

Xiang Wuyou admired his expression for a while, then suddenly laughed, his eyebrows were full of seduction: "Don't be angry, how can they compare to you, I feel disgusting even after a few more glances, I won't touch it." Going up to kiss Song Wei's Adam's apple, "That's the food of the old tree, don't wrong me..."

Ever since he became a ghost, his temperament has also undergone earth-shaking changes.From the gloomy and reticent a hundred years ago, it has become vicious and unpredictable today.It's just that my attachment to Song Wei has never changed, and I am willing to wait for so many years for the other party to re-enter reincarnation before being killed by him.Thinking of this, Xiang Wuyou's cheeks flushed with excitement, and the moan leaking from his throat became more and more sweet.

-- crawled --

The Yin Qi that Song Wei carried since he was a child actually came from Xiang Wuyou. Now that humans and ghosts are intersecting, this breath is getting stronger and heavier, pressing heavily on his heart.Xiang Wuyou also noticed it, and with a charming smile, he pressed his palm on Song Wei's chest, and lightly slid his sharp fingertips across: "Brother, can I kill you?"

Song Wei let him cut open his skin bit by bit, his eyes darkened: "Of course."