marry a ghost

A white paper lantern floated on the thick fog, and two or three people walked along with the flickering lights.

Chen Yang carried the unconscious Zhao An on his back, and followed the man who appeared suddenly, walking straight with his head depressed, surrounded by thick fog that was still and motionless, he raised his feet, and the thick fog rolled along with him.The place they went to seemed to no longer belong to the scope of Wei Zhuang, but a wilderness.Everything around was covered by thick fog, so he couldn't see clearly. He only guessed and judged based on his intuition. Chen Yang seemed to have heard the sound of rushing water, which seemed to come from there.

The dense fog formed by the condensed Yin Qi disperses without dispersing, eroding everything around it.

Especially around Chen Yang, there seemed to be a lot of fog and thick.

Not long after walking, the man in front stopped. He turned around, raised the white paper lantern in his hand a little higher, and shone on Chen Yang and his hand under the pale light. Go, the bones are like claws, he was startled, but when he looked carefully again, it was a slender, white hand, and he said softly, "Here we are."

While talking, a vague outline of a house appeared in the thick fog ahead. When I walked over, it looked a bit like an old earthen house from decades ago. The walls were made of mud mixed with water, sand and gravel. Put it in a mold and then tamp it. For the roof, if you don’t have money, you can use trees directly, and if you have money, you can use tiles.This kind of house can still be seen in poorer places.

The man pushed open the wooden door and hung a white paper lantern on the wall.

The pale light was hazy, and the man was standing in the middle of the room with the child in his arms, as if he was waiting for Chen Yang to come in. After walking this long distance, he was still carrying a big man weighing hundreds of pounds on his back. Chen Yang had long been Sweating profusely, he took a look at the thick fog around him and the indistinct "things" in the thick fog, stopped thinking about anything, and went straight into the house.

As soon as he entered, he put Zhao An on the ground.

That wooden door blocked the thick fog outside, and from the opened door, one could see the thick fog rolling like a flooding tide, but it still couldn't get over it.

There was only one table and one chair in the room, and they were placed in the middle of the room. With a slight movement of the man's hand, a chair appeared out of thin air beside the table. Chen Yang seemed to have not noticed anything about these abnormalities, listening to the man's words , sat down.

The man took out a tea set and poured Chen Yang a cup of tea.

While he was doing things, he hugged the child, as if there was no hindrance at all, and his movements were relaxed. The child twisted his body and wanted to get off the ground, but he repeatedly stopped him. The child seemed to be very interested in Chen Yang. I always wanted to get close to him, but that man refused to do what he wanted.

He was a little annoyed, and sat motionless in the man's arms, staring directly at the door with his dark eyes.

The thick fog outside the door was like boiling water, and it became more and more intense.

The man pushed the full cup of tea in front of Chen Yang. Chen Yang looked at the cup. It was a white porcelain cup, but the tea in it was black. As the white air curled up from the water, Chen Yang smelled a rancid and muddy smell.

He remained calm, picked up the cup of tea, took a sip, and then put the cup down.

The man smiled, and hugged the struggling child a little tighter. He nodded at Chen Yang, "Don't be afraid, I don't have any malice towards you." Speaking of this, he changed the subject , "I invited you here only because you have a special physique and can help me achieve things. I have been waiting here for nearly 60 years, and finally I have waited for you."

This is quite nice to say, but it's a pity that people have already been caught in the palm of his hand, and they will listen to them if they don't listen. The only thing I didn't expect is that now even ghosts pay attention to demeanor, and they think that all the ghosts in the world are that It seems that he still has too little experience.

Chen Yang put the teacup on the table, "What if I don't want to."

The man said, "You will."

Speaking of this, Chen Yang saw a white shadow appearing behind the man, a few steps away, quietly and silently, and then another white shadow appeared in the room one after another In the shadows, the shadows gradually revealed their true colors.

Their faces were expressionless, some were covered in blood, and some were missing arms and legs. The only similarity was that they only had the whites of their eyes and no pupils. The distance between Yang and Yang is only a finger apart.

Chen Yang's hand on the table began to tremble unconsciously.

Those white shadows stirred slightly, and the waves of yin energy turned Chen Yang's face into iron gray and then grayish white again. He raised his head and smiled at the man sitting upright opposite him. After a moment, he raised his trembling right hand and bit his middle finger.

Blood with yang energy flowed out, making those white shadows shriek and start to back away.

Chen Yang knows that this method is not very useful. His fate is very strong, and he is not afraid of some little ghosts and monsters, but in fact he does not know the magic of catching monsters and killing ghosts. Those who sell dog meat and swindle money are those who really have some skills, but they refuse to teach him. The few things they know are all learned from some messy spells or Taoism books.

It may be enough to deal with ordinary ghosts, but this one is obviously not enough.

The man pointed at Zhao An who was lying at the door of the house, "Your colleague, don't you care?"

Chen Yang didn't even look at it, "Life and death are up to God, so what does it have to do with me?"

The man laughed again, "What about your life? If I have a way to change your life, would you be willing to help me?"

Chen Yang felt that the man in front of him was really full of black water, and he put up such a big fight, was there still room for him to refuse?If he doesn't help, he will help, but it's just a dying struggle.

However, hearing that he could change his life for him really moved Chen Yang a little.

So, he nodded, and as soon as he agreed, the man waved his hand lightly, and the white shadows around him receded completely like a tide, and then he said softly, "Then It's settled."

The white paper lantern on the wall flickered and then went out, and the room was plunged into darkness.

In the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, Chen Yang could almost hear his own violent heartbeat. At this moment, a cold hand clasped his wrist, and Chen Yang was shocked. When he was about to break free, he heard The man's voice came from the ear, "Don't move—"

Chen Yang, who had already half stood up, reluctantly sat down again. Anyway, the meat was already on the cutting board, steamed or boiled, whatever he wanted.

The man wrapped his arms around his waist, gently stroking his abdomen with his hands, his strong muscles contracted slightly under his stroking, at this moment, Chen Yang couldn't move even if he wanted to.A cold breath penetrated into Chen Yang's mouth and penetrated into his internal organs. Chen Yang was so cold that he shivered. This was not the coldness of winter, but the coldness brought by the horror deep in his soul.

The clothes on his body were also taken off, and he was put on the table naked. A thought flashed in Chen Yang's head, could this be sacrificed to something?

Those cold hands touched and teased various sensitive points on Chen Yang's body, as if they were deliberately arousing his lust. However, under such circumstances, how could he still have any desire? I laughed at the persistent hands in my heart.

After a while, those hands may have known the situation, and a soft sigh came from the darkness.

Then, those hands stretched directly to Chen Yang's crotch, and touched that fatal place, the fiery and sensitive part, but was wrapped in a cloud of icy breath, and the meticulous and thoughtful provocation finally made Chen Yang's body start to have some pain. There was a reaction, and not long after, he let out.

As soon as he vented, Chen Yang was breathing heavily. At this moment, he felt that a mass of dark and cold things were burrowing into his abdomen. This feeling was so terrifying that even Chen Yang, who was always calm in situations, felt his scalp tingle. Ma, he couldn't help shouting, "What the hell are you doing, get out of here, get out of me."

Another voice whispered in Chen Yang's ear in the darkness, "Don't be afraid, it's okay, it will be fine in a while, it will be fine in a while—"

I don't know why, but this voice calmed down Chen Yang's fear and irritability, as if it was not a terrible thing for something to penetrate into his body, he could even clearly feel the part that entered his body , first a head, then a pair of hands that tore his flesh and blood, then a body, and then a pair of feet.

Chen Yang was shivering non-stop, his stomach was so painful that it was about to cramp, he hugged his stomach, and broke out in cold sweat.

At this time, the white paper lantern that had been extinguished just now lit up again. Under the hazy light, Chen Yang found himself lying naked in the arms of the man, who was still wiping his sweat with his sleeves. ——Or rather than wiping sweat, the sleeves just made a show, and the sweat on his body has turned into a wisp of white mist, spreading around.

Chen Yang, who found himself lying in the man's arms, just glanced at him weakly, moved his mouth, and cursed indistinctly, "Fuck your mother."

The man didn't know if he heard it or not, so he stopped for a moment, and then continued to say in Chen Yang's ear, "Okay, everything is alright, you can go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep—" It was like hypnosis The same voice really made Chen Yang gradually fall into sleep.

When Chen Yang woke up, he was lying on the side of the road, and Zhao An was also there.

The sun was right above his head, and insects and birds could be heard in the surrounding weeds and trees. He was full of anger. Chen Yang turned over and sat up from the ground. He didn't remember what happened last night very clearly. The only thing he had was That thick fog, those cold hands, and my own stomach.

Chen Yang put his hand on his stomach and touched it, but it seemed that there was nothing wrong.Just when he was in a trance, Zhao An woke up, he got up from the ground, rubbed his eyes, yawned, saw Chen Yang's hands on his stomach, and said, "Brother Chen, are you hungry? "