After Marrying the Lord of the Underworld

Four in the morning.

It was quiet inside the house, but outside was still the sound of dripping rain, hitting the windows and eaves, clattering and pattering.

Lu Yingjiu fell asleep soundly.

His sleep—has not been very good, and the efficient sleep time is not long.Most of the time, he was half asleep and half awake during the long night, and would wake up with a start at the slightest movement.

That's why he always took the opportunity to catch up on sleep during the day.

It's rare for him to sleep well now.

But Jing Xian did not.

Ghosts don't need sleep, sleep is forcibly passing the time.

Jing Xian went to sleep before to maintain a false identity as a "human" in front of Lu Yingjiu, now that it has been exposed, there is no meaning of pretending.

He woke up after three or four hours of sleep, and now there was nothing outside except the sound of rain and wind.

Everyone fell asleep, and the whole world seemed to stand still, and nothing would happen.

It’s as if a story has pressed the pause button, and all the actors temporarily leave the stage. The red curtain is slowly pulled, and the velvety folds cover everything. You have to sit in the auditorium for several hours before the good show resumes. opening.

Jing Xian lay on the bed and thought, human beings always waste a lot of time, it is really too inefficient.

Obviously life is limited, unlike priests who have the capital to squander their lives, they are still hindered by chores.

Time wasted to relax or hair loss from stress, time to sleep or mind to break down, unlike ghosts who can go on for hundreds of years, doing drudgery, just for a good reincarnation.

There is no day and night in the ghost world, the rhythm is fast, life and death are happening all the time, a noisy drama that will never stop.He sat at the highest position, watching the countless disputes with cold eyes, without much fluctuation in his heart.

but……

He looked sideways at Lu Yingjiu.

It was pitch black inside the house, but the darkness never became an obstacle for him.

He could see Lu Yingjiu's fair side face, the eyelashes cast extremely light and light shadows on his face, occasionally trembling slightly - even his heartbeat seemed to tremble - too.

... If it is this slow pace, then he is willing.

I don't know if it's because he has a physical body, and all kinds of fresh and unprecedented emotions are rushing out when facing Lu Yingjiu.

Whether it’s the boredom at night, the joy of getting along, wandering around in the slaughterhouse, or carefully going down the steps in the rainy mountains... Even the noise of the restaurant, the smell of disinfectant in the hospital, and the muddy water The feeling of being wet and sticky between the trouser legs is a new experience.

He felt that he was experiencing little by little what it meant to be "alive".

But all of this, tonight is not as interesting as counting the eyelashes that welcome wine.

Jing Xian really had nothing to do in the past 10 minutes. He had already counted Lu Yingjiu's eyelashes several times—this activity relieved his boredom so effectively that he even thought he could count it again.

—One, two, three, four...

He counted and counted until Jing Xian forgot to count, and he thought about the big diamond ring again.

——As a matter of fact, he has studied the gift for a long time, and he has planned it since before he met Lu Yingjiu.

Before they met, it was Black and White Impermanence who advised him.

Wuchang had seen Lu Yingjiu a few times during the Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts.

The first time I saw it, Lu Yingjiu stomped on a kid's head, the full moon hung high, his exquisite and beautiful face showed no expression, he took out a men's handkerchief and slowly wiped the blood on his hands.

The second time, Lu Yingjiu took Mao Tuanzi and walked slowly on the long street. The evening breeze was blowing leisurely, just like an ordinary person walking his dog in the cool breeze... except Mao Tuanzi with Mao Tuanzi in his mouth —A fresh ghost hand.

For the third time, Lu Yingjiu was finally tired and sat on the bench to rest.If the one who brought him tea and water wasn't the thousand-year-old monster he had just captured, the scene would have been relatively peaceful.

Wuchang looked at Jingxian, and looked at each other—eyes——

This person is really too dangerous, no matter how you look at it, why are you worried that their ghost king will be domestically abused!

As expected of the king of ghosts, even the object is so unique!

In order to save the ghost king who might be violently beaten, Heiwuchang stuck out his long tongue and suggested very tactfully that people in Yangjian still like to take things one step at a time, not to mention that they still have one person and one ghost...so you must be cautious when giving gifts.

This is the ghost world problem.

Not only did Jing Xian think for himself, but he also ordered ghosts and gods to help him think. —The group of demons racked their brains, but they didn't understand the aesthetics of the people in the world.

Kid A: "Send the head, the bloody head is the most fun, it can be kicked as a ball."

Kid B: "I think giving a bag of eyeballs must be very masculine."

Kid C: "Give me false teeth? How romantic to be able to use them till I grow old."

Jing Xian: "..."

Even if he thought about it with his hair, he knew something was wrong.

Right now, tossing and turning on the hotel bed, Jing Xian is still struggling with this question, thinking about how to find out about Lu Yingjiu's tone.

The rain was getting louder, and the wind was banging on the windows.

Lu Yingjiu was still asleep, unaware that Jing Xian had thought about so many things, and made a long list of gifts for him, ranging from roses to cotton candy, from diamond rings to skulls.

Until the clock in the room silently pointed to six o'clock.

"Boom boom boom!"

A knock on the door broke the tranquility of the rainy night.Lu Yingjiu's eyelashes fluttered, and he turned over.

"Boom boom boom!"

A few more times.

Lu Ying woke up from the wine, closed her eyes and said vaguely: "Jing Xian, go and open the door."

It was a very tiring day, he was going up the mountain and looking for spiders, he was too lazy to open his eyes, and he knew that Jing Xian must wake up earlier than himself, so he just let Jing Xian deal with it.

Unexpectedly, Jing Xian said: "No."

Lu Yingjiu:?

Jing Xian: "I'll wait until you get up before driving, I won't let other men see you sleeping!"

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

He was ashamed to tell Jing Xian that many people had seen his sleeping face, from high school roommates to colleagues in the exorcism world, there was no need to take precautions like this.

He was really helpless, sat up groggyly, yawned and put on his slippers.

Only then did Jing Xian go over and open the door.

It turned out to be red clothes outside, and there was a very thin man beside him, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

The red dress was full of guilt: "Sorry, sorry, did I bother you?"

Jing Xian was really displeased with their interruption, so he forcibly suppressed his temper and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

Lu Yingjiu wandered slowly to his side, and turned on a light.

—It was too bright all of a sudden, and both of them squinted their eyes.

"It's like this," Red Clothes pointed at the gold-rimmed glasses, "He's my friend, and he's also here for the live broadcast. He also encountered something, so I wanted to ask you guys."

The attitude of Jinsi glasses is quite good, and he kept saying "excuse me".

Lu Yingjiu—supporting the door frame with one hand, said: "What happened, let me tell you."

His tone was sleepy, and his head was actually awake, but he didn't show it in time.

Jing Xian stood side by side with him, reaching out his hand to hug his shoulder, so that he could lean-lean in his arms.In the end, Lu Yingjiu stopped him with a look - probably meaning that there is someone here, don't mess around.

The shoulders are really too obvious.

So Jing Xian's hands changed the way, put his arms around his waist, it was impossible to see it was blocked by the door frame.

Lu Yingjiu was so sleepy that she didn't bother to argue with him, so she just gave him a one-eyed look and it was over.The delicate touch of his subordinates is excellent, Jing Xian is satisfied, and even has a little more patience with the two people in front of him.

The gold-rimmed glasses didn't know why, the man who opened the door for him had anger in his eyes just now, but now he suddenly softened a lot.

But this is a good thing after all, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and continued: "I have a friend who has been out of contact since yesterday afternoon. I called him a dozen times, went to his room to check, and nothing happened. people."

Lu Yingjiu asked: "Did you go out? The signal is not good in many places here."

"No, no." The man said, "Before he disappeared, he told me that he was going to play Bixian—that's what the live viewers like to watch. I wonder if Penxian has anything to do with his disappearance." , I just went to watch his live replay, can I show it to you too?"

He added: "Oh yes, you can call me Aaron, and my friend is called Zhao Ziming."

Lu Yingjiu frowned slightly.

Aaron - he looks like an outsider, and he must be a friend too.

Although recruiting spirits during the day would most likely fail, but this kind of thing happened in nursing homes, and this Zhao Ziming was purely trying to die.

He said, "You should know that something happened on the mountain, right?"

"I know, I know." Aaron nodded again and again, "But what is more embarrassing is that Zhao Ziming is a contracted anchor of Tanling, and there are regulations on the length of his live broadcast every month. The mudslide is stuck here, so I have to fiddle with something myself, otherwise the money will be deducted. He said that he had played with Pen Fairy several times before, and nothing happened, so he thought it would be fine this time..."

Lu Yingjiu sighed silently.

He said, "Show me the replay of the live broadcast first."

He let the two into the house.

Aaron sat down and opened the playback screen.

At the beginning of the picture, it was a man with a beard.

He was sitting at the table, the weather outside was gloomy, and it looked like it was going to rain.

Calculating the time, it was probably when Lu Yingjiu and the others went down the mountain.

"Brothers who are new to the live broadcast room, Brother Zhao is going to play Bixian today." Zhao Ziming almost turned his face in front of the camera.

There were a lot of bullet screens, all urging him to hurry up.

— It’s a bit more troublesome to play the pen fairy by yourself. Zhao Ziming put the camera on the table, and then staggered his left and right hands, holding a pen between them.On the paper, write the numbers 1 to 10 in turn, and "yes" and "no".

"Pen Xian Bi Xian," Zhao Ziming said, "I am your past life, and you are my present life. If you want to renew your relationship with me, please draw a circle on the paper."

After a few seconds, the pen moved slowly and drew a line on the paper.

The barrage is frantically swiping the screen: [The anchor continues]

[I think he is writing it himself]

【Too fake】

[I think maybe... the host is not in a small mountain village, there must be a lot of ghosts according to common sense]

【If you think it’s fake, go out】

"Bi Xian Bi Xian," Zhao Ziming continued, "How many days will we leave the village?"

The pen in his hand landed on "3".

"Pen Xian Bi Xian, is there a ghost in this hotel?"

The pen stopped at "Yes".

—A bullet screen floated over: [Brother Zhao, ask it for me, can I find a job this year]

Zhao Ziming asked: "Bixian Bixian, can this viewer with the ID 'Juzi' find a job?"

The pen bounces back and forth between "yes" and "no".

Zhao Ziming said: "It seems that the Bixian is not very sure. Otherwise, can you offer something to the Bixian so that it can bless you."

They immediately tipped 30 yuan.

Pen Fairy's pen immediately went to "Yes".

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

He was immediately sobered up by this operation, without any sleepiness: he had seen a fake pen fairy, but he had never seen one so outrageously fake.

Zhao Ziming directed and acted in this way—for a while, the unbelieving audience left early, and the rest of the IQ tax was almost paid.

"Pen Xian Bi Xian," he said, "come here today."

The pen stopped moving.

Zhao Ziming put down the pen and said with a smile: "I have experienced it today-it's quite interesting to be a pen fairy, the key is that it's accurate, vomit-sorry-"

He retched again - his face was pale.

[What's wrong with Brother Zhao?Choked? 】

【Could it be that the pen fairy hasn't been sent away yet, I'm a little scared...】

[The big liar is still playing?really convinced]

Zhao Ziming patted his chest, managed to calm down, forced a smile and said, "I don't know what to eat, I feel a little uncomfortable. Wait a minute, audience masters, I'll go to the bathroom."

He—retching—went into the bathroom, and then there was a violent vomiting, crackling, like vomiting a lot in the sink.

[Hey——I heard the sound, did the anchor not turn off the mic? 】

【Yes, disgusting】

【Slip away, can't take it】

Zhao Ziming vomited for a while, and finally stopped.

The sound of water came and disappeared quickly.

Everyone thought that he was coming back.

But he didn't.

For the next half an hour, until the camera ran out of power, he didn't come back.

The video can directly capture the door of the bathroom, the door and the window, and there are no people.

Aaron turned off the screen and said: "I watched the video carefully, and he really didn't come out of the bathroom. I just went to his room and saw that the window in the bathroom was open. His room is on the first floor, I thought , did he go out through the window... But it doesn't make sense, is he crazy?"

Lu Yingjiu asked, "Are there any abnormalities in the room?"

"No." Aaron said.

Lu Yingjiu said, "Take us to his room."

5 minute later.

Pushing open the door of "109", several hiking bags and various photographic equipment were piled up by the wall.The bed was a mess of shirts and jackets, as well as things like toilet water and repellent oil, and the wallet was just thrown on the pillow.

Zhao Ziming is obviously a person who is not good at tidying up, the room is in a mess, even the two pairs of socks hanging on the back of the chair are still muddy.

Lu Yingjiu pushed open the bathroom door.

Clean and clean, nothing.

Except that there was a trampled spider on the ground, the size of a palm, and the green juice had dried up.

Seeing his eyes fall on it, Aaron explained: "It was behind the door when I came in, and it was trampled to death by my foot."

The red dress said: "It's a good thing it didn't bite you. Otherwise, you would have to lie on the bed like my friend."

"Yes, yes." Aaron was also afraid for a while.

Lu Yingjiu glanced at the sink: "Didn't he vomit, there was no vomit left?"

"This, this should be washed away by him, right?" Aaron said, "Otherwise, it would be disgusting..."

Lu Yingjiu carefully looked at the bathroom, and then walked into the shower.

Inside were wet towels, half-used shower gel and facial cleanser, and a strip of toothpaste hanging beside it like pickles.

The window was indeed open as Aaron said, and the thick grass and a few small flowers could be seen.The rain fell in and wet the floor.

Lu Yingjiu stepped on the edge of the window and flipped out.

The strong wind immediately mixed with the rain, drenching him again.It was almost seven o'clock now, and it was supposed to be dawn, but all the sunlight was blocked by dark clouds.

He didn't care about the rain on his body, and took a few steps to look around-looking around: If you go out from here, you can go directly to the back of the village or to the mountain.

He wiped the water off his face and turned back indoors.

As soon as he entered, he saw Jing Xian holding three clean towels in his hand, and put them on him.

Lu Yingjiu was forced to wear several towels and said, "Assume that Zhao Ziming is a normal person. I think there are three possibilities. One is that Zhao Ziming saw something in the bathroom and wanted to escape, so he had to go out through the window. Then because of fear—I never went back to the hotel.”

Aaron shuddered: "It can't be true, the pen fairy hasn't been sent away, has it?"

"It doesn't seem like it." Lu Yingjiu said, "The pen fairy he was playing was just manipulating and cheating for rewards. However, I don't know if there is anything else that took advantage of the opportunity." He asked again, "Zhao Ziming Are you afraid of spiders?"

"I'm not sure about this. I haven't heard him say it. You mean, he was scared by the spider and jumped out the window?"

"No. If it's just this, it can't explain why he didn't go back to the room." Lu Yingjiu frowned slightly, "You show me the playback again."

Aaron sent over the URL.Lu Yingjiu sat on the bed, adjusted to triple speed, and watched it again.

The clock in the room was photographed, and there was a corresponding time at the bottom right of the video, so he observed it carefully.

Time is continuous.

There is no deletion in this video.

Jing Xian was sitting next to him, and Lu Yingjiu said to him, "I wonder if Aaron edited the video and murdered Zhao Ziming."

Jing Xian echoed, "Yes, what a pity."

Aaron: "...Did you two forget that I'm right next to you?"

Lu Yingjiu added: "The second possibility is that the camera was out of battery when he left the room, so he didn't take pictures. For example, he may have passed out while vomiting, and it took more than half an hour to wake up .”

Aaron: "Then why did he lose contact?"

"There is too little information, so I don't know." Lu Yingjiu said, "If it is the first two possibilities, then Zhao Ziming may still be saved."

"...what's your third hypothesis?"

"Another possibility is that Zhao Ziming never left this room."

Aaron was stunned: "How is this possible? This room is so big. Could it be that he is hiding under the bed and in the closet?"

Lu Yingjiu didn't answer.

There was a box of disposable gloves on the sink, he pulled out a pair and took them to his hand.

Then he knelt down and grabbed the trampled spider, trying to turn it over.The spider was the size of a palm, and it was almost crushed by Aaron. The green juice was glued to its eight long legs.

Lu Yingjiu turned it over, but fortunately the spider's abdomen was still intact: a human face.

His expression was painful and ferocious, as if he was crying.

It looks very much like Zhao Ziming's face.

The author has something to say: Night:

Lu Yingjiu: zzzzzz

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