The halo of the protagonist of rebirth is mine

After a lot of ups and downs, the two people on the bed were too tired to even move a finger, and naturally they didn't tidy up, so they hugged each other and fell asleep.

The night was very quiet, except for the occasional chirping of cicadas, there was no sound at all.It was almost autumn, and a gust of wind blew from nowhere, making the curtains flutter and the candles on the table flickering.It adds a bit of gloom to this room.

"call……"

Mu Heang woke up from the dream.

I didn't know what kind of nightmare I had just now, and this feeling of dread still lingers in my heart, but when I think about it carefully, it is blank.

Forget it... let's get out of bed and pour a glass of water, he thought.

He wanted to raise his hand to move Zhao Fu's hand away from his chest.It was this guy who caused me to have such a terrible dream!However, he was horrified to find that he couldn't move!

How can it be? !

He moved his body vigorously, but found that it was useless at all. He could feel the sweat on his forehead, but his body seemed to be paralyzed, completely out of his control.

"Ah..." He opened his mouth, trying to speak to wake up Zhao Fu, but found that he could only make some breathy sounds.

Don't panic... It's just a ghost pressing the bed, it will be fine in a while... Mu Heang is very glad that he is a modern person. If he is a native ancient person, he will be scared to death, right?So he stared at the curtain boredly, waiting for this time to pass.Sudden…

He suspected that he was wrong, he blinked, blinked again...

The curtain is moving!No, no, it's moving away from the bed!Just, like, yes, just like a modern drama, layers are moving alternately!

Mu Heang wanted to look away, but found that his eyes seemed to be nailed to the curtain, only watching him move continuously, from the original slow motion to fast speed.At this time, the wind became stronger and stronger, hitting the screen and curtains, making whirring sounds, much like a baby crying.

wrong!It's so wrong!With the windows closed, where is the wind coming from... Besides, with such a loud movement, Zhao Fu next to him actually slept like a dead pig?After all, Mu Heang has "experienced in hundreds of battles", so he still has some brains and courage.

At this time, the white curtain also changed, and a few blood-red characters slowly appeared on it, "Who is spared by heaven".Every word was paused, as if someone had written it with blood on it.It's the kind of elegant and elegant Xingkai, if it's just like this, it won't make Mu Heang turn pale with shock.What frightened him was that it was Mu Hexuan's handwriting!

Mu Heang stared, and with the dripping blood dripping down his eyes gradually, what imprinted in his eyes was a pair of jade-white transparent bare feet with toes facing inwards, walking towards him step by step.

don't...don't...

Mu Heang almost screamed, but he still couldn't make a sound, he could only open his mouth in vain and pant with difficulty.

"Mu Heang..."

Don't...don't come here!

"Mu Heang, look up."

I do not want!I do not want!

"Look..." The misty voice seemed to come from the sky, spreading layer by layer in the confined space.Obviously the voice was not very loud, it could even be called soft-spoken, but it made Mu Heang's ears hurt from the shock.As if bewitched, Mu Heang slowly moved his eyeballs upwards.

"what!!!"

He rolled his eyes and passed out.

"Xiao Ang, Xiao Ang, wake up..."

When Zhao Fu woke up, it was already daylight. He tilted his head and saw that Mu Heang next to him was still "sleeping", with half of his face buried in the quilt, he shook his head helplessly, and pushed his body to wake him up.Unexpectedly, after calling for a long time, Mu Heang didn't respond at all. He felt that something was wrong in his heart. He straightened up and turned Mu Heang's head to look at it.Mu Heang's eyes were closed tightly, his face was pale, even his lips turned grayish white, obviously he fell into a coma at some point!

Zhao Fu quickly patted his cheek, his face turned red and he didn't wake up.He stretched out his hand to pinch his people again, and after pinching for a while, he saw him slowly let out a breath and regained consciousness.

"Xiao Ang! How are you?!"

Mu Heang was still a little dazed when he just woke up, he just stared at Zhao Fu's magnified face from blurry to clear, and after a while, his consciousness came back.

"Ah!" He screamed strangely, jumped up and shrank into Zhao Fu's arms. "There are ghosts... there are ghosts!"

"Brother Fu... there is a ghost!"

"Xiao Ang, what are you talking about? What's wrong?"

"Ghost...Mu Hexuan...Mu Hexuan is still in this room..."

"What? Mu Hexuan! Xiao Ang, let me see if you have a fever!" Zhao Fu said and raised a hand to touch Mu Heang's forehead.

Mu Heang dodged, he grabbed Zhao Fu's arm, his expression flustered, "Really! I saw...I saw him!"

"Okay, what did you see?"

"Mu Hexuan...he has no head, just standing by the bed...no...he has a head...his head is on his hand...and it's bleeding! And the curtain! Yes, the writing on the curtain! He doesn't know Let me go...Mu Hexuan won't let me go!"

"You said the writing on the curtain, why didn't I see it?"

"Impossible!" Mu Heang grabbed the curtain, looked at it several times, and even tore it off and held it in the palm of his hand. "Impossible...impossible...obviously there are..."

Zhao Fu really couldn't see it anymore, he grabbed the curtain, pushed Mu Heang on the bed, and covered him with the quilt, "You are dreaming, good boy, you will be fine after you sleep."

"Zhao Fu... don't you believe me?" Mu Heang had tears in his eyes, the corners of his mouth were raised high, he was really pitiful!

Zhao Fu's heart trembled, the evil fire that had been suppressed with great difficulty rushed up again, he clenched his left hand into a fist, and said in a low voice: "I don't believe you, you go to sleep, brother Fu is here to protect you."

Mu Heang was indeed tired, he opened his eyes in a daze for a while, and then slowly closed them.

From the beginning to the end, Mu Hexuan and the old man from the underworld have been silently watching all this.

"I gave him a psychological hint that Mu Heang will collapse soon."

However, Mu Hexuan didn't care about this, "When will you resurrect me?"

"There needs to be a specific period for this, and this period is six days later, your first seven, which happens to be the Hungry Ghost Festival. At that time, the gate of the vagina will be wide open, and there will be a demon monk who will 'extend' you and take the opportunity to put you into the six realms of reincarnation. Supernatural. When the time comes, the old man will defeat him, and then he can use his magic circle to bring you back to life."

Mu Hexuan nodded, indicating that he understood.After a while, another question came to mind, "That person?"

"It's a good body, a good status, and your appearance is still yours. Don't worry, I can still trust you, little old man. I won't let you be reborn on a beggar."

Mu Hexuan just raised his eyebrows at this statement, noncommittal.On the contrary, the old man snickered in his heart, not only did I find you a good body, but I also gave you a good marriage as a bonus.Now the matter entrusted to me by Yue Lao has been settled, hehe.

Mu Hexuan didn't know what the old man was up to, he was thinking about one thing now, there are still six days left, is it going to be spent like this?Really, so boring! ! !

So, Mu Shizi, what kind of strange attributes did you inspire when you became a ghost?