Live a Good Life with the Villain Husband [Transmigration Book]

"Okay!" The middle-aged man caught the man now, he stopped in front of him angrily, and reprimanded loudly: "He destroyed the statue in the temple and disrespected the Dragon King! Since you are his family members, Should you give me an explanation! Look at what has become inside! You must pay for it! Otherwise, you will never get out of this place!"

Zheng Ting frowned: "Where is he?"

The middle-aged man sneered, gritted his teeth and said, "How do I know, it must have been taken away by the Dragon Lord!"

"Disappeared..." At this moment, a weak voice sounded from the side, and Zheng Ting looked over.

The young man sat on the stone ridge with a complex expression of doubting life, and looked into the room with empty eyes.

"That's right, in front of that jade carving, if the person you are looking for is Mr. Gu, he has indeed disappeared... He disappeared suddenly before our eyes, and two of my colleagues also disappeared together..."

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed it!"

"How could people disappear suddenly... Could it be that they were magic and hid somewhere?"

The young man turned his head and continued to mutter, but Zheng Ting was a little worried.

It should be true that Gu Nansong disappeared, there is a high probability that he encountered some ghost, but how should he find it in such a situation?People just disappear out of thin air, but there are really no clues.

"Zheng Ting." Yi Hanshen said suddenly, "Smash this statue."

"What?!" The middle-aged man blocked the door: "You lowly mortals! You don't even have the least respect for God! Be careful of retribution!"

Zheng Tingcai didn't care about retribution or not, anyway, no matter how great the retribution was, it would not be retribution to Yi Hanchen.

Grabbing the man's clothes and pulling them roughly, the middle-aged man screamed and was thrown out.

Zheng Ting stepped onto the stone platform in a few strides and tried to push the jade carving, but he still didn't move even if he lost his strength.

This jade carving is tall and heavy, it might be difficult to break it with manpower.

Seeing this, Yi Hanshen said, "Come out."

Zheng Ting ran out in a hurry, and the middle-aged man who was thrown aside and fell a lot also ran over with a limp.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he felt the floor trembling violently.

"What's going on?!" He looked around in shock.

There was a continuous "click" sound of the hard object cracking, and a "boom", the roof of the main hall dedicated to the Dragon King collapsed!

That's right, the strong house that had been exposed to wind and sun for several generations and had never seen a crack on the wall collapsed without warning before his eyes, and it collapsed completely, with all the pillars and beams broken into pieces. After walking for several sections, all the clay bricks fell apart. The middle-aged man came back to his senses and sat staggeringly on the ground.

Yi Han looked at the center of the ruins.

The huge jade carvings still stand.

The wood, stone and bricks fell on it without leaving any trace of scars.

The middle-aged man crawled over with hands and feet, his face was almost covered with the jade carving, seeing the jade carving of the Dragon Lord in front of him was still crystal clear, he couldn't help crying with joy.

It's just that the tears of joy were paid by mistake after all.

"Crack!" "Crack!" "Crack!"

The voice that the man didn't want to hear rang softly in his ears, as if it came from the inside of the jade carving.

Trembling, he raised his hand to touch it, and moved his face closer to take a closer look.

Numerous cracks spread rapidly in the jade carving until it spread all over the body.

"Oh!"

The whole jade carving exploded!

Countless broken stones flew out, but none of them fell on Yi Hanchen.

But one person was not so lucky.

Zheng Ting frowned, raised his foot and lightly kicked the man.

The man tilted his body and lay down on the ground. Although his injuries were terrible, he was still panting powerfully. His chest was heaving up and down, and his eyes were looking up at the sky blankly. The soul was blown into pieces together, the blood from the wounds kept flowing down, the face, shoulders, chest... almost all were filled with large and small fragments, but in Zheng Ting's view, most of them were skin trauma , the vital parts were not attacked, at most, more blood would be shed.

The man sat up with difficulty.

Looking at the shattered jade carving, his eyes of hatred pierced Yi Hanchen.

Zheng Ting's body tightened, but before he could make a move, the man suddenly jumped forward...

With a "puchi", a sharp steel bar pierced his chest.

The man bounced his body and twitched a few times, then his limbs drooped, and he died with regret.

Zheng Ting looked at Yi Hanchen with a complicated expression. Could it be his young master who did it?

It really wasn't Yi Han's moving hand.

Yi Han glanced at the place where the man was standing just now. If he read correctly, the man wanted to rush over, but was grabbed by the ankle by a blue and white hand that emerged from the ruins. He could only say that the man's The retribution came, and there happened to be a steel bar protruding from the place where he fell, and it happened to be his heart that was pierced. He died very quickly and completely, and there was no possibility of rescue.

"Master!" Zheng Ting exclaimed.

This corpse, which should have been quite fresh not long after it died, suddenly began to shrink and turn black.

Just like the previous village head, he turned into a horrible mummy in the blink of an eye.

The reason why the jade carving exploded was because of the turmoil of evil spirit. At this time, the jade carving was shattered, leaving only a ball of black evil spirit floating around. Yi Hanchen also noticed that the same black evil spirit rose from the dry corpse, and flew towards the ball The thicker and more disgusting evil spirit was absorbed into it.

The evil spirit is like a beating heart.

With every beat, an invisible and frightening force continued to spread.

Suddenly there was a strange roar in the sky.

The surrounding space began to distort, and with a flicker of the screen, the main hall of the God of Tribute, which was supposed to be a pile of ruins, appeared in front of him intact. Zheng Ting scanned the surroundings vigilantly, and finally set his eyes on the closed door in front of him, raised his eyes With a light push, the door creaked open.

In front of the three hideous and terrifying statues.

The blue-black flame in the brazier burned violently.

The kneeling figure, with its back bent, lowered its head and murmured in front of God...

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There was a show that suddenly went viral on an ordinary morning.

I accidentally brushed it, or I was squatting at the beginning, and I ran around telling everyone, spreading it ten and ten times, and in the blink of an eye, at eight o'clock on Sunday morning when I was supposed to sleep in, a variety show suddenly opened the live broadcast room, and it was It was overwhelmed by people, and although the gift giving function was turned off, the little flame was still burning due to the surge in the number of online viewers.

It's just a variety show, but it's so different.

No well-known traffic, no exquisite pictures, no professional shots... If it is a variety show, it is estimated that it will be invited out of the group chat by the major program groups. Whose variety show is so unprofessional, those ordinary live broadcast hosts will easily Every shot is better than it, but it just makes people want to stop!

The trembling camera didn't even capture the face of the person in front of him, only a tall and straight figure wearing a loose short-sleeved sky blue T-shirt, with slender fingers hanging down his side, swinging the big pants while walking Yes, some girls in the live broadcast room have already been attracted by this beautiful hand, and began to wonder about the appearance of the protagonist of the camera.

In the gray and dark space, there is no reason for the lighting to affect the viewing effect.

During the live broadcast, no one spoke.

The camera shakes slightly up and down as he walks, and only light footsteps and some short breathing can be heard.

No need for any lines, no need for deliberate panic, this horrible and weird atmosphere is filled directly.

[Fuck!If I didn't know that this is a variety show, I would have believed it! 】

[The style of the previous issues is completely different from this one! 】

[Everyone is calm, it must be the scenes and props prepared in advance, but I give full marks to the atmosphere! 】

[Little brother doesn't even show his face?With this figure and hands, he must be a super handsome little brother! 】

[I have seen it!He showed his face during the live broadcast before, a super handsome passer-by little brother! 】

[passers-by?Not an entertainer?This variety show is a bit wild, can it stand up? 】

"Heh!" There was a sudden violent gasp, causing everyone's hearts to tighten violently.

The person in the camera seemed to be holding his breath. In a burst of excessive silence, the sound of "chacha" was very clear, as if someone was holding a finger and kept scratching the board, and the camera slowly turned. In the room of the statuette, there are layers of cabinets erected against the wall, and seven or eight small statues of strange shapes are placed on each floor.

Candles are placed between statues.

With a "huh", the turquoise flame suddenly lit up, and the candlelight kept jumping, reflecting the shadow of the statue on the surrounding walls and distorting it like a demon with claws and claws. The photographer was startled and took a step back , the young man who was at the front also came over and stood in front of the statues to observe.

"What are these?"

The voice of the question was hoarse and flustered.

"Hmm...probably some rotten fish and rotten shrimp."

The person who answered was quite calm. Others came to brave the haunted house, but he was probably here for leisure and travel.

"Chacha!" "Chacha!"

"What voice?!" This should be another entourage, and the more deep and mature voice sounds like an uncle.

"That...that!" The young man pointed at the merit box in front of the altar with trembling fingers.

This thing is stuck here, depending on personal wishes, throwing incense money into it is considered a merit.

"Chacha!" "Chacha!"

The scratching sound became more and more urgent, and the fingertips of the people felt pain for no reason.

The young man leaned forward, and there was a round hole for inserting money right above it, about the thickness of a child's wrist. When he looked inside, it was pitch black and there was nothing there. When he was about to raise his head, an eye suddenly appeared in the hole for inserting money. In the corner, the cloudy whites of the eyes were covered with thick bloodshot eyes, and the dark eyeballs, which could not even be seen by the pupils, were staring at the young man.

[Fuck! ! ! !What about barrage!What about barrage!Please protect your body! 】

[Barrage: Don't call me!Labor and management are also very afraid! 】