clock trap

Luo Yu was stunned for two seconds, feeling a little angry, but he didn't know what was going on, he was quite afraid of Si Xuanyang, it was best to stay with him without talking, if he did talk, it probably wouldn't be What mild kind words.

And Si Xuanyang didn't dare to refuse some unreasonable and double-standard requests directly, not because he was afraid that he would hit someone directly, but because once the man's clear and handsome face cooled down, his eyes would be icy and sparkling. It could literally tear him apart.

It's fucking scary.

Luo Yu numbly took the hoe in Yu Sen's hand, and resignedly went to face the loess and back to the sky.

Feeling at ease, Yu Sen retreated to Si Nan's side and patted the dirt on his hands.

Si Nan was extremely displeased with this series of operations, and leaned close to his ear mysteriously, with a hint of jealousy in his tone: "Why do I feel that Yang Yang is very fond of you? Obviously I am his brother, tell me! What do you want?" What ecstasy soup did he drink?"

"What kind of crooked ecstasy soup, can you believe in science?" Yu Sen rolled his eyes, "Science predestined him to face me."

"Trust science and we wouldn't have come to this kind of place..."

At this time, Luo Yu who was digging the soil suddenly exclaimed.

"Ah! Come and see!"

"What? Did you dig it?" Si Nan ran over.

"Fuck! Corpse! It's exactly the same as Song Ningxiu."

"Nonsense, can a person be different?" Yu Sen walked over and looked into the pit, a woman who looked the same as Song Ningxiu but was dressed in ancient costumes had already appeared, although she was a little dirty from the mud , but it can still be clearly seen that there is a deep fatal knife wound on her neck.

"Tsk, it's so miserable, pull her out, be careful, don't let her head be ripped off." Yu Sen said.

At this moment, they couldn't care less about the scariness and fear of being in close contact with the corpse, and they worked together to pull Song Ningxiu's corpse up from the pit.

Fortunately, it wasn't too heavy, and I'm afraid half of his body had lost all his blood.

At first, Yu Sen thought she was wearing a red dress, but when he pulled it up, he realized that there was a little material exposed at the hem of the skirt, and it was a yellowish white dress. Probably the blood flowed down at that time, dyeing most of the dress dark red.

"Poor man." He sighed in a low voice.

Si Xuanyang glanced at him, said nothing, picked up the corpse, put it in a sack, and handed it to Si Nan: "Take it."

Si Nan: "...Why should I take it? Yangyang, why don't you face me! I'm your own brother!"

Si Xuanyang flew over with a sharp eye knife, and Si Nan immediately gave up, carrying the sack with no expression on his face, and carried it up, and said as he walked, "Luo Yulin Jianchuan, let's switch to carrying the sack later." Ah, you can't let me shoulder this heavy responsibility alone..."

As for Si Xuanyang and Yu Sen, he just pretended that they were buried deep in the ground.

......

Returning along the original road, the sky gradually darkened, and the afterglow of the setting sun disappeared in the sky. Yu Sen urged them to go faster: "Don't wait until the moon rises, and the corpses in the mass graves will come alive, it will be scary gone."

I don't know if his mouth is too poisonous. The corpses in the mass graves don't know if they are alive or not, but when they entered the city, the moon had just risen to the top, and the fog of the first night had disappeared on the streets of the city. The atmosphere and architecture are completely different from when we came out at noon.

There are dark ancient houses everywhere, without even a lantern hanging.

Yu Sen glanced sideways inadvertently, and his body froze suddenly - beside the dark window, there was a black-faced man with dull eyes standing.

It is said to be a black-faced person, but in fact it is just the face hidden in the darkness, and only a rough outline can be seen.

He glanced stiffly at the houses on both sides. There were no candles, but at most of the windows or doorways, there was a gloomy figure standing quietly, watching them all the way.

The five were very quiet, Yu Sen tugged at Si Xuanyang's sleeve, the latter turned his head to look at him, and said softly: "I saw it too, don't be afraid, I brought a candle, if there is any change later, it should be able to burn it after lighting it. Get through this road."

Tsk, thinking that he was terribly afraid, Yu Sen tilted his head, he was very curious about what kind of image he was in Si Xuanyang's heart.

But it seems that this person is quite reliable, at least more reliable than Si Nan.

Although this scene was very frightening, I don't know if it was because they were carrying a corpse that was also full of yin, or for some other reason, these 'people' did not take any action from the beginning to the end.

Like Sima Dao, he watched them carry Song Ningxiu's body into the Li residence.

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As soon as he entered the mansion, he saw people coming and going in the main hall from a distance, and the wedding was about to begin.

Yu Sen and the others looked at each other, not knowing what to do next.

After hesitating for a moment, Si Xuanyang said, "First take Song Ningxiu's body out."

Lin Jianchuan put down the sack and exposed the person, but looking left and right, the corpse showed no sign of waking up.

"So...is the mission completed?" Si Nan asked uncertainly.

"Why are you still here after it's over?"

The figure of the bride and groom appeared in the main hall, Yu Sen looked at the two figures, a light flashed in his mind suddenly, he poked Si Xuanyang: "Yangyang, did you bring the red hijab?"

Si Xuanyang was stunned, and immediately took out the red hijab from his bag: "Bring it!"

Yu Sen raised his chin towards Song Ningxiu's corpse on the ground: "Cover her head."

Without hesitation, Si Xuanyang spread out the red hijab and covered it neatly on Song Ningxiu's head.

In an instant, the situation changed dramatically.

A gust of wind suddenly blew up above the ancient house of Li's Mansion, the clouds were blown away, and the tiles, leaves and branches were blown up, and the rattling sound continued for a long time.

The change attracted the attention of the whole house. The bride rushed out of the main hall immediately and tore off the red hijab on her head. The expression on Zhao Yue's face was horrifying, like a ghost, pointing at Yu Sen viciously: " What did you do!?"

Song Ningxiu's body suddenly flew into the air like an arrow and floated, her black hair fluttered, her red clothes rustled, and her red hijab was firmly covered her head, which looked very strange in the dark night under the moon.

Probably because she was a servant since she was a child, she was familiar with this figure to the bone. Even though she didn't see the face, Zhao Yue still changed her face and took a few steps back in fear: "Song...Song Ningxiu..."

This is the first time Yu Sen has seen ghosts fighting. Perhaps after thousands of years of tempering, he has long since lost the mentality of being so reasonable and truth-telling. Looking at Zhao Yue's current state, what else needs to be explained?

Song Ningxiu hissed in mid-air, without saying a word, leaned over and rushed towards Zhao Yue, biting her neck hard.

"Hiss—!" Yu Sen gasped.

The shrill screams echoed in Huai'an City.

Zhao Yue struggled desperately, but she has been trapped in the mansion for so many years, how can she be the opponent of Song Ningxiu who turned into a grieving ghost early, and within a minute, her soul body was torn to pieces and could no longer be put together again.

Si Nan admired her from the bottom of her heart: "Miss Song doesn't talk too much harshly!"

Li Xiao stood aside and called out in a daze: "Ning...Ning Xiu? Is it really you?"

Then they saw Song Ningxiu's body tremble suddenly, and then the stubborn gray and black resentment around him gradually drifted into the air like light smoke with the howling wind.

A series of vague items began to slowly emerge, and Yu Sen saw their wall clock.

His head began to be in a trance again. The ancient house and Song Ningxiu retreated far away. He felt that his body seemed to be swept up into the sky by the strong wind. As far as he could see, there was chaos. The bright red light of the dragon and phoenix candle seemed to be the center of the storm. The small cluster finally ceased to be gloomy and cold, and became warm and peaceful. Reflected in the eyes, it gradually turned into a small red dot.

Yu Sen closed his eyes, letting his consciousness sink in the storm.

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Opening his eyes again, there was a strong scent of gingerbread milk in the air. Yu Sen rubbed his eyes, pressed his nose and blew out the scented candles on the bedside, and decided not to buy such a strong smell next time It's like taking a bath in ginger milk.

He opened the door and went out, and the other three were already sitting at the dining table downstairs.

"Hurry up, Auntie Zhang bought a bunch of shrimp dumplings wrapped in custard and crab roe. If you don't eat them, they will be robbed." Si Nan greeted him.

Yu Sen suddenly felt that these few of them were not normal. After visiting the ghost house and mass graves, they could still have morning tea as if nothing had happened.

After walking over, Si Nan suddenly sniffed at him with a look of surprise on his face: "Damn Brother Yu, did you take a milk bath? It smells so big of milk!"

Si Xuanyang also looked up at him.

Yu Sen: "...Take your dog's nose away from me! Do you want to live?"

On the side where Luo Yu and Si Nan were sitting, Yu Sen naturally sat next to Si Xuanyang, with a hint of spicy milk smell hitting Si Xuanyang's nose, he paused, his fingers holding the spoon tightened slightly, The tip of the ear is also quietly red.

He intentionally slowed down his breathing and moved a little further away.

However, Yu Sen didn't know what to do, so he leaned in front of him, so close that even the eyelashes on his upper eyelids could be seen clearly: "Hey, what kind of stuffing do you have shrimp dumplings?"

Si Xuanyang was teased unpreparedly, lowered his head to hide his slightly flustered eyes, took a deep breath, and suppressed his anger: "What kind of stuffing can shrimp dumplings be made of!? You might as well use your brain before asking." .”

"I'm sleepy, I didn't react." Yu Sen didn't have the slightest psychological burden.

He glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and said in surprise: "Everyone has a strong psychological quality, and this thing is hung up."

"Auntie Zhang didn't know the situation, so she hung up blindly," Si Nan sighed, "Didn't she realize that the pointers are all wrong, she is really confused when she is dancing in the square."

Yu Sen looked over, sure enough, at the moment when breakfast was being eaten at nine o'clock, the time on the wall clock had already pointed to four o'clock.

The author says:

Happy Chinese Valentine’s Day everyone~ Why does this ginger juice taste like pheromone inexplicably?Brother Yu is in heat (bushi)