Being a ghost and having multiple personalities

That's soil, and people outside have already started using soil to bury coffins!

Zhang Lingyue still bangs his head on the coffin, he is still alive, why everyone has to die by themselves, is there no other way?

He still kept hitting the coffin with his head, his neck was sore and his head was dizzy.

Zhang Lingyue was gradually despairing. He didn't know if he would meet that ghost king in the underworld after his death. If he did, he must scold him first, because he was buried alive!

Zhang Lingyue's consciousness gradually became blurred. He didn't know if it was his own illusion. He felt that something suddenly floated around him. Although the coffin was very dark, he still felt that there was something looking at him from above.

Zhang Lingyue's spirit was tense, he was already in a mess, what happened now, he should close his eyes obediently and wait for death!

Zhang Lingyue closed his eyes tightly, but someone suddenly took out the gag. Zhang Lingyue opened his mouth in shock, and the air in the coffin slowly passed away. He breathed out rapidly due to nervousness, which made the air flow faster.

Zhang Lingyue could feel that someone was lying on top of him.

"Help... help..." Zhang Lingyue said these words so weakly that even he himself couldn't hear them.

There was a warm gasp in the ear, and a gentle voice whispered, "I'll take you out."

Zhang Lingyue's eyes widened suddenly. This voice is... Ye Jun?

Before Zhang Lingyue could react, Ye Jun held his waist with one hand and his shoulder with the other, "Hold me."

Only now did Zhang Lingyue realize that his hands and feet had been let go, but he was so weak that he couldn't lift his hands at all.

The sound of wood cracking began to appear in his ears, Zhang Lingyue only felt that he was being hugged and jumped up, and then his breathing suddenly became smoother, and the coolness of the air lingered all over his body.

Zhang Lingyue couldn't see what was happening around him clearly, but he could hear the exclamation of many people.

Ye Jun supported Zhang Lingyue and let him lean on his shoulder. Someone said, "You... who are you!"

Mrs. Zhang said tremblingly, "Who are you? This is my family business. I hope you don't get involved."

Ye Jun smiled and said, "Oh? Coincidentally, this is also my family business."

Zhang Lingyue's consciousness gradually recovered, but his body was still very weak, so he could only lie on Ye Jun's body.

Everyone started to mutter, "Who is this—"

Ye Jun glanced at Zhang Lingyue, with a smile in his voice, and said softly, "Lingyue is married to me, I took him home to see his family, but why did I find him in the coffin?"

Everyone was taken aback, this person is the ghost king?

It's not at all like what they imagined, they thought that ghost kings were all ugly with grinning teeth, but who knew that they were so tender and handsome.

But there are still some people who don't believe it, and say without fear of death, "You said that he married you, it's you!"

Ye Jun ignored him, picked up Zhang Lingyue, turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared.

Everyone was shocked, Mrs. Zhang said with trembling hands, "Don't panic, don't panic, fill this place up, and discuss it later!"

Mrs. Zhang and his party hurried back to Zhang's mansion with the guy who buried people, and they went to Mrs. Zhang's side alone, "Mr. Zhang, this is the first time I have encountered such a thing. In the past so many years, I have never heard of it once." However, those who were sent to the ghost king still came back alive!"

Mrs. Zhang was stunned for a moment and didn't speak. He continued to walk his own way. As soon as he arrived at Zhang's mansion, several maids in the mansion crowded together and giggled for some reason.

Seeing Mrs. Zhang came back, she immediately spread out and pretended nothing happened.

A person next to Mrs. Zhang stopped a maid, "Hey, what were you doing just now?"

The maid lowered her head, "Just now, a young man with a handsome smile carried the Second Young Master back to his room..."

The maid blushed for some reason as she spoke, lowered her head and fell silent.

After hearing this, Mrs. Zhang went straight to Zhang Lingyue's room.

At this time in Zhang Lingyue's room, Zhang Lingyue was lying on his bed, his lips were pale, and his breathing was steady.

And sitting beside his bed was a man in black with a black cloak holding a glass of water in his left hand and a spoon in his right, feeding Zhang Lingyue with water.

Zhang Lingyue's lips moved slightly, "...Ye Jun?"

Ye Jun smiled at him, "You don't need to call me that, you can call me Ah Huan."