Five supernatural bosses are vying to marry me

Nan Jing's hand paused, and between the index finger and middle finger, there was a cold and slippery thing, very thin, not like the touch of paper, but like the kind... the touch of a person's skin sticking to liquid.

Seeing Nan Jing's movements stop, Yu Anyan handed the burning lighter inside, and said softly, "Nan Jing, what's wrong?"

Nan Jing shook his light-colored pupils and looked at Yu Anyan, and took the thing out with concentration. The strong oily smell mixed with blood rushed directly. Mentioned next to the lighter.

"Grass!" The camera couldn't help cursing when it saw this thing for the first time: "What is this thing?!"

The tiny flame of the lighter illuminates this thing. This thing is palm-sized, thin and tough, and has a brownish-yellow overall appearance, like a piece of skin, except that the surface of the skin is oily and glowing with a layer of oil. It seemed to be sealed and kneaded into a layer of wax oil, and the slippery touch should be brought by this layer of oil.

The unique smell of oil from this piece of skin, coupled with the fishy smell, made the stench so bad that people wanted to vomit.

The cameraman wanted to back away, but he didn't dare to get too far away from Nan Jing and Yu Anyan. He looked at this thing and asked with a trembling voice, "Is this... a human, human skin?"

Li Yifei originally couldn't see clearly from behind, and wanted to get closer to get more information, but when he heard this question, he immediately cowered in fear and stopped moving.

Nan Jing wrinkled his nose and shook his head: "I don't know. I've seen tanned leather work before. This piece looks like oil tanned leather, that is, oil wax leather. The yellowish brown one may be tanned from animal hides."

These words made the cameraman relax a bit.

Nan Jing held the piece of skin and turned it around next to the lighter. The skin was stained with a lot of blood. It was engraved with a knife and written with a black ink pen. It was supposed to be the date of birth of the person in the coffin. On the other side of this piece of leather was written a sentence.

Yu Anyan bent down and approached, and read out softly: "Once the sacrifice starts, it cannot be stopped,"

This is the sacrificial book they saw on the paper on the altar just now!

Nan Jing and Yu Anyan's thoughts were correct. Nan Jing put the piece of skin on the lid of the lifted white lacquered coffin, stood up and looked at the coffins in the whole room and the burning red candles, and affirmed: "We are now Open these coffins and find the remaining sacrificial books."

Li Yifei raised his head in horror and waited for Nanjing, but before he could speak, Yu Anyan and the videographer had already started to act, Yu Anyan knew that the sacrificial book was very important.

The cameraman is also awake at this time, hurry up and find the sacrificial book, maybe they can really find a chance.

It's better than tomorrow's sacrifice being eaten by that group of people who are neither human nor ghost.

Li Yifei also knew it, but he touched his painful hand, and his hatred for Nan Jing and Yu Anyan did not diminish in the slightest. It would be best if they found a way to get the sacrificial book out, and Nan Jing and Yu Anyan were killed by the female ghost !

The speed of the four people turning over the coffin was quite fast. When the red candle on the altar was half burned, all the coffins were opened except for the four coffins in front of the altar that were all painted in black.

During the whole process, only Li Yifei was startled and flicked, Nan Jing and Yu Anyan were extremely fast, the faster the better at this time, if it drags on, something bad will happen.

Not every coffin will have a piece of skin. In addition to the piece from Nanjing at the beginning, the four finally found 19 yuan, and barely pieced together a sacrificial book according to the shape and context.

Nan Jing took the lighter from Yu Anyan, lit the lighter and read out the barely made up content: "Please note that this sacrifice can fulfill the wish of the coffin bearer. After the wish is fulfilled, the god who accepts the sacrifice will also charge a certain price. Once you start, you can't stop."

"When offering sacrifices, put the sacrifices chosen by the gods on wedding dresses, and seal the sacrifices in a pure black lacquered wooden coffin according to a specific method on an auspicious day, and then choose three living people as coffin bearers,"

Nan Jing paused for a while when he read this. This place was a bit short, and it was not coherent with the following content. He pursed his lips and continued to read: "After putting the sacrifice in the black lacquered coffin, put it on the black lacquered wooden coffin. Drive in seven nails, the sacrifice begins, and three living people carry the sacrificial coffin up the ladder..."

The content at the back was broken. Nan Jing looked at the coffins in the whole room. They opened and inspected all these large and small coffins. It is true that there are no new skins, but there is only half of the sacrificial book...

The cameraman heard in the sacrificial book that the sacrifices should be sealed in a pure black lacquered wooden coffin. He took a peek at Nan Jing wearing a red wedding dress. If the mirror is sacrificed, will the wish to leave the village be realized?

Li Yifei, who was a step away from the cameraman, also looked up at Nanjing. Li Yifei and the cameraman looked at each other, and they saw the same meaning in their eyes - if they could live by sacrificing a Nanjing, why not do it? ?

There are four pure black lacquered wooden coffins in this room, not far from the red lacquered altar, because Nan Jing said at that time that according to the folk customs of some areas, the murderous people usually lie in the pure black lacquered coffins, which is a great murderer. Well, when the four of them were looking for the sacrificial book just now, the lids of all the coffins were opened, except for the four pure black lacquered coffins.

Perhaps the sacrifices should lie in these four pure black lacquered coffins?

Li Yifei didn't care about this at all, his bloodshot eyeballs were a little bulging, and he said in a gloomy voice: "Does this sacrificial book say that as long as we carry the coffin to the sky ladder, we can realize our wish to go out?"

Nan Jing frowned, Shanlong Village has now become like this ghost, it must have something to do with this sacrifice, Nan Jing is more concerned about the price to be paid after the wish is fulfilled than the fulfillment of wishes mentioned in the sacrificial book.

Yu Anyan's index finger curled up and touched his chin, and said softly: "There must be something wrong with this priest..."

Before Yu Anyan could finish his sentence, Li Yifei's face suddenly became ferocious, and suddenly he sprinted a few steps and threw himself directly at Nan Jing, holding a soil shovel that might have been dug out of the coffin just now, and pointed the soil shovel at Nan Jing. Jing, threatened: "Nan Jing! You put me in a black lacquered coffin now, you are a sacrifice!"

"Otherwise I'll kill you, Nan Jing!!!"

Yu Anyan frowned, and directly pointed the scissors at Li Yifei, Yu Anyan's indifferent eyes made Li Yifei flinch, but soon Li Yifei shouted madly: "Don't force me! The sacrificial offering is because his life is bad, and he deserves to die for me!"

Seeing Li Yifei's movements, the cameraman lowered his head and dodged his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Director Yu, don't blame me, I'm still going to get married, and I sacrificed Nanjing, and we will carry the coffin up to the ladder together, and fulfill our wish to be a single dragon." The village will be fine."

His voice was very weak, but he spoke without stopping.

Yu Anyan sneered in anger at the disgusting behavior of these two idiots, Mo Tong, who was always arrogant and indifferent, showed a hint of ferocity for the first time.

With these two idiots holding you back, it's better not to bring these two idiots with you.

Yu Anyan looked at Nan Jing, Nan Jing's light-colored pupils collided with Yu Anyan's gaze, and Nan Jing's white right hand, covered by the wide sleeve of his hi-clothes, made an upward gesture.

Yu Anyan's Mo Tong narrowed his eyes.

In the next second, Nan Jing's right hand went straight up, grabbed Li Yifei's restraining hand and folded it down suddenly. After the clear sound of fracture, Li Yifei backed away screaming in pain, and was about to pounce forward, when he was squeezed tightly by the scissors at the same time. Yu Anyan, who was in the last red-lacquered coffin, held his arms condescendingly.

The scissors went down, and Yu Anyan directly passed the scissors into Li Yifei's back.

"Ah!!" Li Yifei cried out in pain as he rolled on the ground, blood gurgling out.

The cameraman who was about to step forward to help restrain Nanjing was completely afraid to go forward. Not only did he not dare to go forward, he even backed away one after another. He accidentally retreated directly to the four pure black lacquered coffins in front of the altar. The coffin board actually slid open under the light impact force of the cameraman.

"boom!"

The heavy and strong coffin lid fell to the ground by itself, and the white paper silk flowers on the black lacquered coffin lid trembled and slid to the ground.

An unpleasant rancid smell suddenly wafted from the black lacquered coffin that was accidentally opened.

This smell is very fishy, ​​mixed with a musty smell, like the smell of bones that have been placed for a long time, sticky in the nose, almost making people unable to breathe.

Nan Jing and Yu Anyan, who had been standing far away, suddenly turned their heads and looked at the terrified cameraman and the black lacquered coffin that had been completely opened!

Nan Jing raised the lighter and pointed towards the direction of the black-painted coffin. Just as the lighter was lit, a cold wind blew. The waist was drilled inward, along the spine all the way, rushing to the top of the Tianling cover, Nan Jing's waist trembled.

It’s so cold!

What the hell is sealed in this black lacquered coffin!

Li Yifei cried out in pain and rolled on the ground, he also smelled the smell, looked at the black lacquered coffin, his eyes widened in horror, he didn't think about anything else, he rolled his body desperately to get away from the black lacquered coffin.

"Crack—click—"

The lighter could not be ignited, Nan Jing stepped back slowly, staring at the black coffin not far from him with a very faint light, the black lacquered coffin trembled slightly, first slightly, then violently flutter.

One hand slowly protruded from the coffin. Those hands were slender. After protruding out, each finger creaked and bent downward, pressing down directly, and clapped the side panel of the coffin tightly, as if Use your strength to climb out of this black lacquered coffin!

Nan Jing even slowed down his breathing, and groped to retreat. Suddenly, his footsteps stopped, his whole body felt a chill, and his lower back trembled.

Nan Jing let out a breath slowly, he felt that next to the place where he was standing now, the coffin on the second floor of the entire Buddhist hall room, which they opened to find out if there was a sacrificial book, was trembling slightly.

Nan Jing's expression was blank for a moment, and then he said coldly: "Yu Anyan!! Stay away from the coffin!"

As he said that, he leaned back, narrowly avoiding a rotten old hand protruding from the coffin behind him. It was the villager who was originally lying in the coffin, but after Nan Jing and Yu Anyan put the pure man with dirty things After the black lacquered coffin was opened, all the corpses in the coffin in this room were shocked