marry a ghost

Ding Maoshu's current appearance makes people feel chills. He is combing his non-existent long hair slowly and orderly with his fingers hooked. Where did it happen.

Chen Yang heard the strange creaking sound of the bone skeleton crawling out that night again. A white bone claw protruded from the well. Ding Maoshu stood up, half-kneeling on the edge of the well, grasping it with both hands. The wellhead is covered with mossy stones, looking down at the dark wellhead.

After looking at it for a while, he put his hand into the well as if fishing for something.

After scratching and scratching, it seemed that he finally caught something. He lifted it up, and Chen Yang almost didn't cry out. What he caught was a complete skeleton.

Ding Maoshu hugged the skeleton, picked up the comb and combed it on the pale skull, and hummed a weird little tune while combing, the long and melodious voice, Yiyi Yaya, was not the local dialect of Chen Yang and the others. So Chen Yang couldn't fully hear what he sang.

The sound is endless, and it is like a thread, holding people's heart and liver.

At the beginning, the tone was lighter, as if a young girl in her boudoir was playing coquettishly under her mother's lap, then her voice suddenly changed and became hurried, as if some terrible accident had happened, and the girl was in a panic and had nowhere to escape , I could only hide in the corner and tremble, waiting for my unknown fate. After that, the tune suddenly stopped, and then I sang again. The pain was like a cocoon wrapped around the body, and it became tighter and tighter.

Resentment, endless resentment oozes from the tune.

The resentment towards one's own destiny, the resentment towards others' pain, the resentment towards everything one encounters, finally, the resentment became the same, like black pus and blood exuding a stench, Chen Yang understood Here comes the pain.

This female ghost sang a life-threatening tune!

Chen Yang covered his ears and found it was useless, but he still heard the voice. Standing behind him, Wei Linqing stretched out his hand to help him cover his ears. He didn't know what spell Wei Linqing used. The sound was cut off all of a sudden, and the surroundings were clean. up.

Ding Maoshu was still singing there with the skeleton in his arms. After a while, he seemed to have finally finished singing and combing. He sat quietly for a while, just when Chen Yang thought he had finally calmed down, and planned to walk over and take him home Suddenly, Ding Maoshu moved again.

His movements are very crisp, neat and direct.

The ivory comb inlaid with jewels was stuck into his neck forcefully by him, the dark blood flowed out, and the skeleton in his arms was dyed black, Chen Yang's eyes almost bulged, this is just It took a lot of force to insert the comb into the neck like that, not a murder weapon.

Ding Maoshu's throat made a "cracking" sound, and blood continued to overflow from the corner of his mouth. His face showed an expression of extreme pain, his face was twisted, and his original appearance could hardly be seen, "Crazy woman! Get out! "Ding Maoshu opened his mouth and uttered a word with difficulty, but it was Ding Maoshu's original voice, followed by a delicate and soft woman's voice, "I want to go home, I want to go home." Needless to say, this is the female ghost .

Chen Yang originally thought that Ding Maoshu's soul had been fused with that female ghost's soul. Looking at the current situation, Ding Maoshu clearly hid with the help of that female ghost's soul. Too strong, she wants to destroy the two soul containers, get freedom, and then go home, this is the female ghost's obsession, and she will do everything she can to achieve it.

Ding Maoshu can't tolerate this. His long-cherished wish is to call the wind and rain in the yang world instead of being a lonely ghost. As far as what he has done, if he goes to reincarnation, he will only be reincarnated in the next life, the next life, and the next life. How could Ding Maoshu, a bastard, let himself fall into this fate with his high heart.

The two souls started the unfinished scramble again. Chen Yang stood aside without interfering. At this moment, he heard a soft rustling sound from the grass behind him. Chen Yang turned around abruptly. Wei Shi was panting. Walking over here in a rough manner, he gestured to Chen Yang while walking, and Chen Yang walked a few steps in the direction of his finger.

As soon as Wei Shi came over, he used a few mahogany swords and a few pieces of yellow talisman paper to form an array.

Chen Yang watched him busy on the ground. This time, it was not only Wei Shi who came over, but also Wei Xi who was clinging to Wei Ning. He stood on the side without touching the ground. It's blurry, if you don't look carefully, and if you don't find the thick Yin Qi over there, you really can't see it.

After Wei Shibu was ready, he stood shoulder to shoulder with Chen Yang, "Who do you think will win?"

Chen Yang looked at "Ding Maoshu" and frowned, "I put ten yuan on that female ghost." He still had lingering fears about the gloomy tune that the female ghost sang just now, thinking that Ding Maoshu was just a man with a little magic power. Ordinary people are still a lot worse than the old ghosts like female ghosts.

Wei Shi was a little regretful, "I also want to suppress the female ghost, forget it, I let you, just suppress Ding Maoshu."

Chen Yang squinted at Wei Shi, but said nothing.

The two stood quietly under the tree. It was very cold under the tree, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

Ding Maoshu's neck is still bleeding from a dozen small black holes pierced by a comb. It's strange to say, why is he still alive and kicking after bleeding so much? This can only show one thing, Ding Maoshu is no longer a living person Yes, this is two ghosts fighting over a corpse.

Ding Maoshu was smart all his life, but when he died, he was blinded by his obsession with being famous and alive, and regarded the dead as living. After Chen Yang realized this fact, he suddenly felt that the contention in front of him was meaningless to watch. up.

The two ghosts were still biting inside the corpse. Because of the fusion of souls, some of them were fused together, but some of them were incompatible. No matter what, there must be a winner.

Just as they were biting you to death, another person appeared beside the small pavilion. When he came out from the shadow of the pavilion, it was Mr. Dong. He took a piece of wood and walked quietly to Ding Maoshu. Behind him, while the two ghosts had no time to look after him, he lifted the wood and inserted it into Ding Maoshu's back.

Ding Maoshu raised his neck and let out a shrill scream, which lingered in the night sky for a long time.

He fell to the ground, his body trembling violently, and then, a puff of green smoke emerged from his body and plunged into the body of the skeleton next to him. The skeleton made a teeth-stinging sound and stood up from the ground , the movement is still very timid, it stretches out the white bone claws and spreads five fingers along the ears to brush the hair there.

Chen Yang felt that his teeth were getting more sore.

Elder Dong looked at the skeleton first, and said coldly, "You shouldn't be here."

The skeleton raised its hand and placed it on top of the open black mouth, as if covering its mouth with its sleeve. The sound it made was exactly that of the female ghost. It was faint, as if it came from the depths of the underworld. , "My boss?"

Elder Dong nodded first.

The skeleton said quietly again, "I want to go home, you can't stop me."

Elder Dong set up his position first, "If you don't stop, you have to stop."

The skeleton laughed softly, raised its chin, and said contemptuously, "For so many years, you have helped him suppress me, and you have done so many things outside just to rescue him, but God is not on your side , it's useless to do anything."

Elder Dong fell silent first, "We are also your descendants."

When the skeleton heard this, her face changed drastically—if she could show her face—she flicked the non-existent sleeve, "You are not my descendants, I have no descendants, I was controlled by him to follow that The man gave birth to that evil seed, you are not my descendants, I have no descendants, I want to go home, I want to find my mother, I also want to find Brother Zi, I want to go home."

Her voice became more and more shrill and vicious, just like the ditty just now.

Mr. Dong still looked at it indifferently. He pulled out the wood that had been inserted into Ding Maoshu's body, and put it across his chest, "I don't want to hurt you. Why don't you just stay at Dong's house? Your house is 300 It happened years ago, it was ruined a long time ago, and you can’t go back.”

Mr. Dong's painstaking persuasion did not move the skeleton. After she chanted for a while, she seemed to finally wake up. With a scream, the white bone claws scratched Mr. Dong's body, and Mr. Dong used the wood in his hand to block it. , kept beating it, the movement was getting faster and faster, and the crisp crackling sound was endless. After a while, the skeleton was broken into pieces.

There were broken bones everywhere on the ground. The bigger broken bones were still throwing themselves on Mr. Dong unwillingly, while the smaller broken bones soon turned into powder. When a gust of wind blew over, the powder was blown away with the wind. , Nothing was left on the ground, and when all the broken bones were turned into powder, the surroundings also became quiet.

Chen Yang thought that this was the end of the matter, and Elder Dong also thought the same as him. Only Wei Shi held back Chen Yang who wanted to move, and shook his head silently. Chen Yang knew that things were still going to change. The ashes that had left were suddenly brought back by the wind and stuck to Mr. Dong's body.

As if his body was covered with man-eating ants, Mr. Dong desperately slapped the tattered Taoist robe on his body, but the ashes penetrated all the way, and penetrated into his body through the seven orifices of his body. Soon, Mr. Dong collapsed on the ground on the ground.

As soon as he fell down, the powder fell to the ground in a rustle.

A vague figure was sitting by the well, looking at Chen Yang and Wei Shi, Wei Shi frowned, he looked at Wei Xi and Wei Linqing, and asked, "What do you think?" Wei Xi thought about it After a while, "I think it's her most likely." Wei Linqing hesitated, "There seems to be some subtle differences in the breath." Wei Shi nodded, "There is a little bit, but even if not, it has a lot to do with it. Okay. , brothers, come on."

Wei Shi said with a smile.