Five supernatural bosses are vying to marry me

On the gray-white sky ladder, the terrifying rotten monster screamed, looking at Nan Jing, its red eyes rolled wildly, the flesh exploded, and a leg grew out quickly, and it crawled towards Nan Jing.

Nan Jing leaned on the coffin, his body was completely powerless, he rarely felt anxious, looked at the monster and said anxiously: "This is skin ghosts coming out of the possessed person, these skin ghosts were all killed by an evil If the ghost eats it, the evil spirit will become extremely strong, and we will be torn apart!"

"Oh?" Yu Anyan raised his lips and smiled, he took Nan Jing out of the black lacquered coffin with both hands, his dark eyes reflected the color of the fiery red wedding dress, Yu Anyan hugged Nan Jing tightly, and whispered Said: "Nanjing, since we are going to be torn apart, then we will be torn apart together."

At this time, outside Shanlong Village, the morning light was twilight, and the rescuers were struggling to get through the road. There was still a large police car parked on the Panshan Highway, and the assistant director was negotiating with the police officers.

Yu Hong rushed to Shanlong Mountain from the capital in a car. When Yu Hong was helped out of the car, his knees almost went limp and he knelt down. He asked with a trembling voice, "Is there any progress in the rescue? I heard the police It is said that a murder occurred in Shanlong Village... what kind of murder?"

The policeman in charge of the case was probably in his early thirties, and when he saw Yu Hong, he walked up directly: "Yu Anyan's family?"

Yu Hong nodded quickly.

The policeman showed his ID and said briefly: "Let me explain the situation to you. We received a report that a murder occurred in Shanlong Village last week, involving human trafficking. During the investigation, we found four The photographer has been out of contact for more than 24 hours, and we will go in with the rescue team to investigate the case later."

"If you have any clues, you can give us."

Yu Hong's bloodless lips trembled, and he said tremblingly, "No, I have no clue."

"Comrade policeman," Yu Hong said with a gray face, as if he had nowhere to go and wanted to find a support, and burst into tears: "I beg you to save my son, my son is only 23 years old!"

The policeman paused, put away his documents, and said firmly, "We will."

In an unremarkable van not far away, the scarred man Ma Da and Xiao Tian who came along saw the whole scene, and Xiao Tian timidly asked Ma Da: "Brother Ma, the Yu family is here, and the police are also here." Now, are you really going to kill Nan Jing at this time?"

"What do you know?" Ma Da spat: "They can still find out if I kill someone? The ghost in Yu Anyan's body has already appeared, and I have to kill this little bastard Nan Jing in advance."

The flesh and scar on Ma Da’s left face moved together. He glanced at the gray-white ladder through the car window, and Xiaotian followed him to look at the gray-white ladder. They were a little far away, and the gray-white ladder looked like a white line from a distance line, nothing can be seen.

Ma Da smiled cruelly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Of course you can't see anything if you haven't entered the Taoist sect, but I can smell it."

"That kind of smell," Martha took a deep breath of the air, and the scar beat cruelly following his movements: "I smell that kind of ghostly breath, and there is also a disgusting smell, the kind that crawled out of the ground. The smell of something."

As he said that, Martha took out a small doll made of grass from under the back seat of the car. This grass doll was soaked in blood, the grass color was blackened with blood red, and exuded a stench.

Oda took a peek and found that the word "South Mirror" was written on the back of the puppet on a small yellow paper.

Ma Da took out the silver needle quite complacently, closed his eyes and chanted a few curses at the grass puppet. The grass puppet, which was lying on the front of the car, actually stood upright as if being pulled.

Seeing the grass puppet floating in the air without support, Ma Da showed a proud and bloody smile: "The Dong family has put a lot of thought into training me, and really handed over such an important grass puppet driving method to me. I."

"As long as I put the silver needle on the grass puppet, Nan Jing's body will feel the pain from the needle piercing," said Ma Da, sticking the silver needle straight to Nan Jing's head, pressing the needle cruelly. Going down, he snorted and said, "I think Nan Jing, a bastard, can walk out of Shanlong Village alive?"

The drizzle was falling continuously, and the evil ghost was about to grow legs and climb up.

Nan Jing was anxious and angry, suddenly, Nan Jing let out a muffled snort, the pain made his whole body twitch, and he rolled directly from Yu Anyan's arm holding him.

Anger gathered in Yu Anyan's eyes. Would Nan Jing rather roll down the ladder and be torn apart by monsters alone than die with him?

"pain……"

Nan Jing felt pain in every joint from his head to his whole body, as if someone was pricking him with silver needles.

"Nan Jing?" Yu Anyan looked at Nan Jing who was kneeling on one knee, Nan Jing's face was extremely pale, he pressed Yu Anyan, looked up at Yu Anyan, his eyes were very bright, and said in a weak voice: "Leave me alone , Yu Anyan, run up the ladder, run, and see if there is a glimmer of life at the top of the ladder."

"Run," Nan Jing pushed Yu Anyan weakly with his hands bound by red silk, but Yu Anyan grabbed his wrist.

Yu Anyan's ink pupils shook, Nan Jing's wrist was still tied with the red silk ribbon that Yu Anyan had tied up with his own hands at that time, Yu Anyan lowered his head to hold the knot and pulled it suddenly, the bound red silk knot opened, and Nan Jing's thin white Two light red marks appeared on the wrist.

Yu Anyan knelt on the ground and firmly held Nan Jing's wrist with both hands, looked straight at Nan Jing's pale face, and said in a low voice, "I'm going to die early, I can't live past the age of 23, no matter how much money you charge, you have to pay for it." Save me, but I can tell you straight."

"To die early is my destiny."

"Nanjing, you don't have to force me to live. Is it because I'm alive that you can get the 500 million?"

Nan Jing ignored Yu Anyan. He pursed his lips and looked at the carrion monster that was rushing over. The carrion monster was constantly growing, first its legs, then its arms, and then a piece of dark skin that kept falling off. speed is getting faster and faster.

"No," Nan Jing charged up with his left hand, and a mouthful of blood from the tip of his tongue squirted onto the ghost seal. He quickly grabbed the bell with his left hand and put it in his mouth. The cold air hit, and the light-colored pupils seemed to be smudged with ink, and quickly Turned into an eerie black.

With the power of the ghost mark, Nan Jing turned over, held the ghost mark with his left hand, and rushed towards the carrion monster. The carrion monster stretched out its newly grown black and sharp claws, which directly penetrated into Nan Jing's right shoulder. The mirror's blood shot out.

At this moment, Nan Jing took advantage of his momentum to slam the cover on the oncoming carrion monster. The carrion monster just opened its mouth full of fine teeth, and let out a painful howl.

As if the smell of burnt meat came, the seal directly burned through a whole piece of meat of the carrion monster, and the carrion monster fell backwards on the ground, temporarily silent.

Nan Jing heaved a sigh of relief, spit out the bell as if he was exhausted, and fell directly beside Yu Anyan, blood oozed out, and he coughed softly.

Yu Anyan's black pupils moved, and he slowly turned his head to look at Nan Jing who was lying on the ground, his eyes went blank for a moment, he didn't understand... Nan Jing obviously only received 500 million to take the blue and black jar to save him , but now...

Does Nan Jing really want to save him?

"Nanjing?" There was a crack in Yu Anyan's indifferent and arrogant eyes like a crack in ice, he subconsciously touched the blood that was splashed on his face, it was warm, with a fresh fishy smell, bright red, and it was brighter than Nanjing's. The color of the red wedding dress must be dazzling.

"Why are you?" Yu Anyan's eyes trembled, he stretched out his hand, and found that his hand was trembling constantly, his hand with well-knit joints touched Nan Jing's right shoulder, and his hand was soaked in moist and warm blood.

Yu Anyan's chest kept rising and falling, he clenched and loosened his hands, and stepped forward to hold Nan Jing's shoulder, Nan Jing was very light, the blood flowed down and accumulated into a pool of blood, he had no strength left to be hugged by Yu Anyan.

Nan Jing really wanted to save him.

Yu Anyan closed her eyes, and said softly, "Nan Jing, dying with you in Shanlong Village at the age of 23 is the ending I chose willingly."

"For a person like me who is destined to die early, this ending is not too bad."

"You can't accept the ending of my doomed death, don't do it again," Yu Anyan suppressed his emotions, and said softly, "Save me."

Blood slowly overflowed from Nan Jing's mouth, he held Yu Anyan's shoulder with his hand, and pressed Yu Anyan down, Nan Jing said in an almost breathless voice: "From the time I was 14 to now, my life is connected with you , your bell, the bell has saved me many times, and I came here to save you."

"It's not some blue and black jar, I'm coming too," Nan Jing exhaled with difficulty, "I'm here to save you."

The pair of pupils on Nan Jing Qingjun's face that were slowly fading black couldn't get together, the wind in the mountains blew away Nan Jing's red wedding dress, Nan Jing coughed up a mouthful of blood: "I, I don't want to die with you, I to live with you."

The wind blew up Yu Anyan's shirt, blowing up from the waist of Yu Anyan's belted trousers, it was bitingly cold, but Yu Anyan didn't feel the cold at all, he knelt on the rough stone bricks and hugged Nanjing , lowered his head slowly, and touched Nan Jing's forehead.

A drop of tear slowly dripped from the corner of Yu Anyan's eye, and the tear streaked across his red mole, like a blood tear flowing directly. He opened his eyes and looked at the south mirror, just like watching the evening through the stained glass window when he was 12 years old. sunset glow.

In the days before Yu Anyan's 12th birthday, the atmosphere in Yu's house was particularly restless, but this atmosphere had nothing to do with him, Yu Anyan could see eyes looking at him with unclear meanings wherever he went.

One day, he was wearing a white shirt and black trousers and was going to the Children's Palace to take cello lessons. Before leaving, Yu Anyan heard someone talking in private.

"I heard Mr. Yu has an 11-year-old child?"

"What, an illegitimate child? Is the child healthy? Then...Master An Yan."

"The child is very healthy and is said to be very intelligent."

"Hush, don't let Young Master An Yan hear these words, it is said that Mr. Yu is going to bring that child back..."

Yu Anyan finally understood what the people of Yu's family looked at him during this period of time, it was pity, it was the pity of looking at a dead person who was destined to be short-lived.

Yu Anyan would be sent to the Art Palace to take cello and art lessons every weekend afternoon.

"An Yan's health is not good, so don't take any more financial and management courses in the future. I just hope that he is doing well, just learn cello and piano to cultivate his sentiments."

Yu Anyan had no one to pick him up after class that day. He walked through the long stairs of the Art Palace to the room on the roof alone. At that time, he had hair that reached his neck. He set up two benches and stood on the window sill.

The architectural style of this art palace is rare and purely Chinese. The glass is colored, and there are painted pictures of immortals that were very rare at that time. Yu Anyan remembers very clearly that when he stood in front of the window, there was a painted hell on the glass. picture.

In the center of the whole picture is a small mirror with gold beads hanging on it, surrounded by howling evil ghosts. At that time, Yu Anyan thought it was very interesting looking at this painting. Everyone was begging and fearing the approach of the evil ghosts, and extravagantly begging for gods God's blessing, but gods can't bless everyone.

Yu Anyan pushed away the stained glass, someone was playing the Symphony of Destiny in the piano practice room, the evening wind blew away the broken hair on Yu Anyan's forehead, revealing Yu Anyan's long and narrow black eyes with a little indifference, he just wanted to take a step down idea.

The door was suddenly opened, Yu's father's well-manicured hair was in a mess, he looked at Yu Anyan with a panicked expression, and opened his hands: "An Yan, what's the matter? Come down, come to Dad, Dad bought you the latest racing car, just now The development conference was photographed by my father, come down, okay?"

Yu Anyan lowered his eyelashes, he glanced down, and a group of people stood anxiously below and looked at him.Someone had already started laying life-saving air cushions, and the symphony of fate in the practice room stopped suddenly.

He watched the gradually darkening sky through the stained glass, and stepped down from the set up bench to meet his fate that was destined to end abruptly one day.

Yu's father rushed over with tears and snot all over his face, just like the most ordinary father in the world, he hugged him tightly, touched his still beating heart in his chest, panting for the rest of his life.

However, Yu An is very clear that what Yu's father wants is him who is alive and healthy, and what everyone else wants is him who is alive. No one would have doomed him to die.

Fate cruelly deprived him of all the time after 23, and wanted to push him into hell.

But Nan Jing, Nan Jing actually rushed in and said he wanted to save him.

The mountain wind in the evening blew the broken hair in front of his eyes, Yu Anyan tightly closed his eyes, and opened them again, his black pupils were full of desperate madness, he knelt and hugged Nan Jing tightly, his voice hoarse: "Nan Jing, I want you to live, you want to live."

The group of carrion corpses walked up with stiff steps, holding red candles. The monster made of carrion flesh screamed and slowly climbed up from the ladder...

"jingle-"

A bell hanging on the red rope on Nan Jing's chest rang suddenly, it was the second bell from left to right, Yu Anyan's bell.

Dark clouds covered the sky, and a red line suddenly emerged from Yu Anyan's heart. This red line meandered and went straight to Nan Jing's right shoulder. He heard a misty voice with a familiar coolness talking to himself.

"Nan Jing," the voice is very similar to Yu Anyan's voice, but it seems to be mixed with ethereal fairy voices: "Now you want to trust me, you want Yu Anyan to save you in your heart, and you can walk out of Shanlong Village alive. "

save him?Walk out of Shanlong Village alive?

Nan Jing slowly opened his eyes, he suddenly bumped into Yu Anyan's phoenix eyes hiding deep emotions, a rotten corpse rushed up to scratch Nan Jing's heart, Yu Anyan lowered himself, and stood in front of Nan Jing tightly, The rotting corpse directly scratched Yu Anyan's shoulder.

Blood dripped down.

Nan Jing opened his eyes, he wanted to get out of Shanlong Village alive, and he wanted to take Yu Anyan or walk out of Shanlong Village.

The red thread on Nan Jing's right shoulder was shining brightly, the red thread floated up gently, and was directly connected with the red thread protruding from Yu Anyan's heart. When the two red threads touched, the red thread suddenly formed a knot.

A thing that looked like a picture scroll suddenly floated up from the red thread connection. This picture scroll looked like the scrolls that people would use rice paper scrolls to frame in ancient times, sprinkled with gold rice paper, and there were two finger-thick red scrolls on both sides.

The picture scroll floated up and stopped in front of Nan Jing with a faint light. Nan Jing slightly opened his eyes and saw that there was a classical male man on the picture scroll.

The man in the picture scroll is wearing a white right lapel top with a tie at the waist, and a red pleated skirt sprinkled with gold underneath, holding a silver bowl inlaid with gold in his hand. Her eyes are half closed, her figure is slender, and her hair is tied up high with a gold hairpin.

There was a bright red tear mole on the corner of the right eye of this man with a cold face, and his lower jaw was lifted indifferently and arrogantly. Except for his clothes, the man in this picture scroll looks exactly like Yu Anyan.

The moment the picture scroll man looked at Nan Jing, his indifferent Mo Mou suddenly raised his eyes to look at Nan Jing, Nan Jing's heart skipped a beat, and seven characters appeared on the upper right of the picture scroll:

"No. [-] on the list of ghosts and gods—Meng Po"

Ghost list?Nan Jing was slightly startled, he subconsciously touched his trembling bell, what was going on with this picture scroll?What does it have to do with the bell?Granny Meng... what is it?

Yu Anyan spat out a mouthful of blood, and slowly closed his eyes. After Yu Anyan's eyes were closed, a white whirlwind blew past, and the smell of bitter medicine rose to the sky from the scroll.

"Bang, bang, bang..." The man in the picture scroll made the sound of his heart beating, and the man in the white shirt and the golden red skirt rushed out of the picture scroll.

The bell rang crazily, and the man who came out of the picture scroll was holding the silver bowl with one hand, and with the other hand, he cut open his chest and ribs. bowl.

The gold-inlaid silver bowl began to turn black from the bottom, and the wind gradually picked up. The man's indifferent black eyes swept towards the south mirror.

Yu Anyan closed his eyes and fell unconscious, his lips opened and closed, and the black eyes of the man who rushed out looked straight at Nan Jing, which coincided with the opening and closing of Yu Anyan's lips: "Nan Jing, I will protect you comprehensive."