After Marrying the Lord of the Underworld

The design of the palace is wonderful, the inner hall in the center is empty, and the outer hall and the surrounding buildings are full of ghosts and ghosts. There are long streets, taverns, stage and archways, just like a small city.

Of course, ordinary ghosts can't get in here.

Those who can be active here are either the ghost bosses who run the shop, or the priests with a head and a face.

Jing Xian said: "It was even more lively here before. But in the past few months, haven't I sent many ghosts to look for formations? There are too many ghosts on business trips, and this place is not so prosperous anymore."

"There are quite a lot of people." Lu Yingjiu said.

This ghost traffic reminded him of pedestrian streets in big cities on weekends.

Jing Xian led him through a jet-black gate tens of meters high, and he saw the bustling long street.

Lu Yingjiu said that he wanted to take a stroll here and experience the customs of the ghost world.

Of course Jing Xian would not let go of this opportunity to enhance his relationship, immediately raised his hand, two little ghosts came out from the ground, and offered him something with both hands.

It was a half-face mask made of jade, black was the main body, and red outlined a wolf-like pattern on the edge. Overall, it gave people a chilling sense of unease.Jing Xian put it on his face and said, "This is what I usually use for my private visits. Do you want one?"

Besides him, there are many masked ghosts on this street.

Some are priests who don't want to show their faces and reveal their identities, and some are ugly and don't want to see people.

Lu Yingjiu shook his head and said, "No, no one here knows me anyway."

"How could it be?" Jing Xian said, "I've posted your portrait for so many years."

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

He gave up arguing with Jing Xian on this topic, and took the lead in walking forward.

The long street is gloomy and filled with various shops.

They walked on the road one after the other, and Lu Yingjiu held Mao Tuanzi in his arms - it looked left and right excitedly, full of curiosity.

"Buns! Fresh buns are on sale!"

"Don't miss it when you pass by! The buns are on sale!"

The ghost boss in the steamed stuffed bun shop greeted enthusiastically. Lu Yingjiu went over to see that black juice gushed out of the soup dumpling and fell to the ground with a sizzling sound.

Lu Yingjiu asked Jingxian in a low voice: "What's in this bun?"

"Rotten water." Jing Xian said, "It's made from corpses, and if you eat it, you'll wear it out."

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

He grabbed the hairy ball that was eager to try, and walked away quickly.

Next, they saw a makeshift stage in the street.

A few opera singers dressed in gorgeous costumes, babbled and sang—that was the ancient language of the ghost world. Lu Yingjiu couldn't understand it, but felt that the tune was twisted and turned a thousand times, and seemed to be resentful.

The audience was pitch black and crowded with ghosts, and they couldn't even get in.

Jing Xian explained: "This play is called "Thirteen More". It is about a beautiful woman in the world who was single and waited for her lover for thirteen years, and finally died of a terminal illness—and her lover married in the capital. Three wives and four concubines, I have long forgotten her."

Lu Yingjiu was a little surprised and said, "This style of opera is also popular in the ghost world?"

"Not really." Jing Xian hesitated for a few seconds, then took his hand, "You will understand after listening."

The front row of the stage is full of ghosts, and there is no way to settle down.

Lu Yingjiu was thinking about how to squeeze through Jing Xian, when he saw Jing Xian snap his fingers.

A gust of wind.

The wind was like a sharp blade, lightly passing over the heads of the ghosts.Lu Yingjiu only heard a few "puchi", and then there were a dozen heads flying around in the air!

Lu Yingjiu:?

The heads of the ghosts in the front row were chopped clean.A large amount of blood spread out, but it didn't drip on them at all.The head in the air shouted in bewilderment: "Oh! Why did my head fall off!"

A group of headless corpses ran away in a panic, each looking for its own head.

Lu Yingjiu:? ?

Isn't this too hellish? !

Now there was no one in front of them, and the other ghosts seemed to be used to it, they didn't react at all, and they were still concentrating on watching the show.

Jing Xian hugged him, and easily reached the bottom of the stage, picked a wooden table and sat down.

Immediately, some kid came up and gave them peanuts, sunflower seeds and... iced Coke.

Lu Yingjiu hadn't gotten out of the shock of "the audience is looking everywhere", weighed the can of Coke, and asked, "Is this also your invention?"

"Yes." Jing Xian nodded, "Coke is delicious, it would be a waste not to promote it." After speaking, he opened the Coke in his hand and handed it to Lu Yingjiu.

The two drank coke and watched the show.

Jing Xian acted as an interpreter, and when the ghost sang something on stage, he would explain it to Lu Yingjiu.

The general plot is: the woman was waiting for No. 13 and got a cold, a high fever persisted for several days, and finally died of illness.

——Ordinary operas are sung to this point, and it is almost time to end, mainly expressing women's "grievances".

But the play in the ghost world version is obviously different.

After the woman died, she turned into a grieving ghost.

The sleeves of the singer on the stage flicked up, and a female ghost with a green face and fangs appeared.She adorned her eyebrows with rouge, and her appearance quickly returned to normal.

Dressed in a green dress, she leaned against the locust tree at the entrance of the village, seducing passers-by with her graceful singing voice.

When the pedestrians were charmed, she would possess her and control them to head towards the capital.When the pedestrians are exhausted, she will eat them clean and continue to find the next prey.

In this way all the way to the capital.

The woman knows that her lover has already become a high-ranking official, and there are many wives and concubines.

She possessed a servant girl and sneaked into his mansion.

Lu Yingjiu watched intently.

The acting of this play is quite exquisite, and the setting is all worked hard. Although it is simple, it is lifelike.

Jing Xian ate the peanuts, soon his hands were dishonest, he sat a little closer, and pulled his hands down on the tablecloth.

Lu Yingjiu is too used to his stickiness these days, so let him go.

On the stage, there are lights and festoons.

It's also a coincidence that the lover likes the new and dislikes the old. He just divorced his wife not long ago and is preparing to marry a new lover today.The female ghost just happened to appear at his wedding, and with a flick of her sleeves, a gust of wind knocked down the guests.

The little wife exclaimed, not knowing where she was blown by the wind.

A red hijab is still a red hijab, and Fengguanxiapei is still Fengguanxiapei.

It's just that the bride was replaced by a ghost.

The lover knows nothing about it.

The ghosts and humans stood facing each other, which was a bit weird.

A priest next to him said with emotion: "I like the scene of ghost marriage the most!"

"That's right, that's right, how exciting it is for humans and ghosts to be together!"

"Hey hey hey!"

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

Jing Xian laughed beside him, and he ate two peanuts with a guilty conscience.

The man and the ghost paid their respects and were sent to the bridal chamber.

The female ghost sat on the bed wearing a hijab, without saying a word, her clothes were like blood.

When her lover sat beside her and gently held her hand, she said slowly, "Xiao Lang, do you remember me?"

Xiao Lang was taken aback for a moment, and recognized her voice!

He shook his hand and wanted to run, but his hand was grabbed like iron clamps.

The woman held him with a cold hand, and said leisurely: "Xiao Lang, I have been waiting for you for 13 years, a full 13 years."

"I, I, I, I..." Xiao Lang was trembling all over, "This is a misunderstanding! I didn't intend to abandon you! I just, I just don't have time to go back to my hometown!"

"Liar." The female ghost's tone was cold, and she lifted her hijab, revealing an extremely pale face, "You live a peaceful and beautiful life with wives and concubines. You know, how I have lived these 13 years ?"

Xiao Lang shook his head desperately.

The female ghost's nails irritated the back of his hand, and blood flowed out in streaks.

She took out something in her arms...

Lu Yingjiu looked over intently.

I saw the female ghost holding a glass of canned Coke and shouting: "I live by drinking Coke from the underworld every day!! For 13 years, I have to drink Coke from the underworld every day!"

Lu Yingjiu:? ? ?

He was stunned.

As soon as the female ghost waved her hand, Xiao Lang's head fell to the ground.Then she took the Coke and walked towards the auditorium step by step: "Hell Coke is good, drinking it will never grow old; Underworld Coke is good, everyone will be healthy after one sip."

A burst of fireworks erupted, and the two little ghosts pulled out a banner: [Hell Coke, buy one get one free today]

There was thunderous applause from the audience, and all the ghosts took out Coke and poured it into their mouths.

Lu Yingjiu was shocked and asked Jing Xian: "This, this play must be arranged by you, right?!"

"How is that possible?" Jing Xian said, "I sent the advertising department of the Coke company to do it. A few of their civil servants came up with this thing. Facts have proved that it is quite useful. Last quarter, the sales of Coke increased. Thirty to forty percent."

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

Jing Xian said: "There are other operas, do you want to watch them? We can reserve a room and enjoy them slowly."

Lu Yingjiu's scalp was numb: "No, no." After speaking, he pulled Jing Xian out of the crowd.

Next, Lu Yingjiu watched the Cuju competition.

A group of ghosts chased and kicked a skull.

He also enjoyed the sideshow.

The performance failed, and the performer was swallowed by his beast.

There are also street vendors.

Those who sell bones, eyeballs, and heads are everywhere.

When Lu Yingjiu finished walking the street, he almost watched all the plots that horror movies should have.

What's even more frightening is that it really is the same as what Jing Xian said...

He didn't have to walk dozens of steps before he could see the damn stickman portrait on the corner of the street and in front of the shop.

Lu Yingjiu rubbed his eyebrows: "Jingxian, we, let's go directly to the inner hall."

"Okay," Jing Xian felt a little regretful, "I was thinking of going out for a drink with you."

"You can go to the place where you live to drink." Lu Yingjiu took a deep breath, "Just don't let me see such hellish things for the time being."

Jing Xian whistled.

Two horses stepped on the will-o'-the-wisp and came looking for the sound.

They got on their horses and headed towards the inner hall one after the other.

After passing through many busy markets, and entering a few heavy gates guarded by Yin soldiers, the hustle and bustle finally went away.

The ghosts are far away here, and there is no one on the road.

Gorgeous palaces are scattered around, surrounding the main hall in the center.

The main hall is resplendent and magnificent, and there is a long staircase in front of the hall.

The pure black staircase is made of jade, carved with patterns, most of them are hideous ghosts, at least eight or nine hundred steps.This is for all ghosts to worship. Just by looking at Lu Yingjiu, he could imagine the grandeur of kneeling priests here.

There is only one bad thing.

There are still stickmen sticking to the lanes.

The two ghost horses stepped lightly and stepped up the steps.

But after going up a few hundred levels, there will be clouds and mist lingering in the sleeves, which is cool.

Lu Yingjiu asked: "Jing Xian, I was thinking about something when I was watching that play."

"What?" Jing Xian asked, "If you want to drink Coke, I have plenty."

Lu Yingjiu: "...No."

The surrounding clouds and mist were undulating, and the horse's hooves stepped on the jade.

Lu Yingjiu said: "I'm still thinking, first, why haven't I met Tiandao's attendants in the past 20 years? Second, since Tiandao wants to take my life, why does it want to have a fake wedding?"

He asked Jing Xian these two questions before.

Jing Xian's attitude is a bit strange.

For the first question, he clearly stated that he did not know.

But for the second question, he just passed it vaguely - it was this place that made Lu Yingjiu feel that something was wrong.

Sure enough, Jing Xian still said this time: "I don't know either. Maybe when you figure out the formation, you will know the answer."

Lu Yingjiu let out an "oh", with a look of inquiry in his eyes.

The ghost horse goes all the way up to the palace.

At the very end of the stairs, big characters flying like dragons and phoenixes are written on the plaque: [The Palace of No Name]

Underneath is the jet-black throne. I can't tell what kind of material it is made of, but it feels murderous, as if it was condensed from countless bones and souls.

Jing Xian said, "Do you want to go up and sit down?"

"...No." Lu Yingjiu said, "My shadow of the underworld sofa has not dissipated."

Jing Xian was very sorry, and said again: "Then there is nothing to see here."

Lu Yingjiu believed it.

Until Jing Xian took him in his arms and went straight to a place like a bedroom.

He instinctively felt that it was dangerous: "...Why did you come directly to the sleeping place?"

"Where there is nothing." Jing Xian walked quickly, "It's your illusion, I'm just showing you around."

After speaking, he took Lu Yingjiu to the harem.

There are many palaces, large and small.

It's all a harem.

What is the Shuangyue Tower, what is the Purple Pavilion, what is the Qinghua Palace, what is the Rumeng Palace, they are extremely gorgeous.

"..." Lu Yingjiu narrowed his eyes, "Jing Xian, why do you have so many harem?"

Jing Xian's feet paused, his heart felt cold, his back stiffened, and his scalp went numb.

——He was so busy leading the way to welcome the wine to the bedroom, that he actually forgot about it!

problem occurs!

What a big deal!

He turned his head and grabbed Lu Yingjiu tightly: "Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding! I didn't design the harem!"

Lu Yingjiu: "Oh."

Jing Xian spoke quickly: "I have slept for several periods. Part of this palace was completed when I was asleep. That's why they built so many harem!"

Lu Yingjiu: "Oh." He raised his eyebrows, "It seems that your subordinates understand your intentions very well."

Jing Xian:? ? !

He had the feeling that he was about to kneel down on the durian... No, if this is not explained clearly, his wife will be gone!

As soon as he grabbed Lu Yingjiu, he rushed into the Shuangyue Building next to him.

As the name suggests, Shuangyue Building is a beautiful pavilion.The top is immersed in the clouds and mist, waiting until late at night, there is a romantic feeling of picking stars and exploring the moon.

The two go in.

Jing Xian pointed to the wall and said, "Look!"

Exquisite paintings hang on the walls.

There is a little stick figure drawn on the scroll.

Inscription: [I love road welcome wine]

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

Jing Xian said: "This is the building for you!"

He took the road to welcome the wine again, and walked around all the large and small buildings in the harem.

Crimson Purple Pavilion, Qinghua Palace, Rumeng Palace, Luoyu Pavilion...

All have a stick figure stuck in the middle.

Jing Xian said: "These are all for you to live in." He pulled Lu Yingjiu to the corner again.

There is also a building in the corner, but it is simple and shabby, and the painting style is incompatible.

Jing Xian emphasized: "This is the cold palace. Even the cold palace has your name written on it!"

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

Jingxian was so nervous: "My love for you is endless and endless..."

"Stop, stop." Lu Yingjiu interrupted him, "Stop."

He rubbed his browbones, and couldn't help but smile after a few seconds.

Jing Xian looked at his face: "Are you still angry?"

"No." Lu Yingjiu kissed him, and said with a smile, "Not from the beginning to the end. It's just to tease you, how could I doubt your sincerity?"

——However, when he teased and kissed, something happened.

That night, Mao Tuanzi was thrown outside the palace by Jing Xian, and he ate a lot of skulls, very happy.

There is a saying called the guardian of the spirit dog.

It obviously doesn't work, and if you give something to eat, you will forget the owner completely.

And Lu Yingjiu had a taste of how soft the bed and bedding in the bedroom were.

It was so soft that the whole person sank into it, and it was so soft that the muffled moans were muffled.The body could not find a point of support, and it was ups and downs in the wild waves.In the dim light, one could only see Jing Xian supporting his head with one hand, his beautiful muscles were tense, and the deep eyes were burning with fire.

It wasn't until midnight that the two of them finished their tossing.

After a simple cleansing, there is a faint fragrance on the body.Incense to help sleep is also burned in the house, which calms the mind.

Jing Xian held Lu Yingjiu in his arms, as usual, his posture was like a male beast protecting its territory.

Lu Yingjiu lay in his arms with her eyes closed.

After a while, he asked: "Jingxian, what happened to the fake wedding? You know the truth, right?"

Jing Xian does not answer.

after a long time.

Until Lu Yingjiu was about to fall asleep, until he thought that Jing Xian would not speak...

Jing Xian said in a low voice: "If the way of heaven wants to take people away, it will cut off all your fate in the world. And fate is also divided into grades, such as the fate of master and apprentice, or the fate of friends is relatively secondary. What matters is the blood relationship."

"When you met a fake wedding before, didn't I rescue you once. If you were your parents, you can do it the same way - but it's not so easy, and casualties are inevitable."

Lu Yingjiu thought about it.

His mother, Zhuang Xue, passed away early, and his cheap father hadn't shown up for more than ten years.

He has no blood relatives.

He said sleepily, "But what does this have to do with the wedding?"

Jing Xian was silent for a few seconds: "The marriage contract is also included in the important fate." He reached out and stroked Guo Lu Yingjiu's temples, "You and I have become destined, and the heaven will take you away, it will take more effort The purpose of the fake wedding is to let you pay homage to another person. When a new marriage contract is forcibly formed, the fate with me will disappear."

Until then, I am afraid that no one in this world can stop the way of heaven.

Lu Yingjiu's expression changed slightly.

He was completely awake now, and he didn't know what to say.

Then, a bad premonition quickly rose in his heart.

——This premonition was not born out of thin air.

As early as when Jing Xian fought for him over and over again, against the Dao of Heaven, this sense of uneasiness had always existed.

His mind wandered, and he quickly realized that there was not only one way to unravel the marriage contract.

...If Jingxian died, the effect would be the same.

He knew that Jing Xian's strength far surpassed him, and also far surpassed any ghosts and gods.

but……

Born to be a ghost, born to be a god.

Without a physical body, he floats between the heaven and the earth in a daze.

Priests and humans are restricted by the way of heaven differently.

Lu Yingjiu kept looking through various classics in the ghost world these days, and asked Jing Xian about many details, and he came to a conclusion in his mind: Heaven must send servants to hunt down and kill humans, and there are many ways to deal with ghosts.For example, Thunder Tribulation, Heart Demon, any kind is more deadly.

His heart was in a mess, but the frown was slowly smoothed away by Jing Xian.

Jing Xian smiled and said, "Look, that's the reason why I don't want to tell you. You must be worried when you know." He kissed Lu Yingjiu on the forehead, "Go to sleep, don't think so much. Your husband is very powerful , how could it be possible to lose to that cruel and heartless thing?"

——What did he say, but this night, Lu Yingjiu didn't sleep well.

In his dreams, he hugged Jing Xian tightly, afraid that if he relaxed a little, Jing Xian would disappear.

And Jing Xian comforted him over and over again when he was half asleep and half awake, grabbed his hand loosely, and kissed lightly on the brow.

The next day, the sky was gloomy.

Lu Ying woke up from the wine, opened the window, and fresh air rushed in.

His head was dizzy, still remembering what happened last night.

It can't go on like this.He thought to himself that he must go back to the world immediately and make a break with Tiandao.

My mind is set.

Lu Yingjiu turned her head to discuss with Jingxian, but suddenly stopped.

On the horizon, the huge eyes slowly opened.

This time it glanced at Lu Yingjiu.

He looked straight at Jing Xian.