Five supernatural bosses are vying to marry me

Looking at Xiao Chen's corpse, the cameraman cried and laughed nervously, raised his fist and smashed down the carriage: "Can we get out alive? Has anyone outside found us trapped, why haven't they come to rescue us! "

Yu Anyan stood upright in the drizzle, her pale lips tightly pursed.

Nan Jing glanced at the direction of the village from a distance, and a little fire could be seen in the thin mist, which was very similar to the light of the red candle when the village chief came to pick them up that day. He didn't look far away, but looked down carefully. Looking at Xiao Chen's peeled skin, there was a look of thought in his eyes.

Different from the drizzle in the village, only a distance away from Shanlong Village, there was heavy rain in the sky, and a few people stood in front of the last section of the winding mountain road that entered Shanlong Village.

The road some distance away from these people was piled with huge piles of gravel and mud, which completely blocked the road, and the torrential rain continued to wash away the dangerous landslide mountain.

The assistant director of Yu Anyan's production team was wearing a raincoat, holding the phone and talking anxiously to the person on the opposite side: "The director of our production team, Yu Anyan, brought four people into the village. They have not heard from them all night since they entered the village, and they disappeared! Something may have happened! But now the road is blocked and we can't get in, we have to find a way to get in!"

The staff on the other end of the phone was very sorry: "We have filed a record, but now that a landslide has occurred, rescuers and police forces can't get in. We can only wait for the situation to stabilize before trying to find a solution."

The assistant director forced himself to calm down: "Based on the past situation, how long will it take to get in?"

There was a noisy voice from the opposite side, and finally gave the time: "Three to five days, it still depends on the weather."

After hanging up the phone, the assistant director anxiously touched his little hair, looked at the scene manager next to him and asked, "Did you tell the Yu family that Yu Anyan and Director Yu were trapped in the village and there is no news? How did they reply?" ?”

Field manager: "I told you, the Yu family said they are looking for someone."

"It's just to see what it means," the field manager said with an outrageous look on his face, "It seems that the Yu family is going to find a celestial master to deal with this matter."

The assistant director was laughed angrily: "When are you going to find a few celestial masters, the people from the Yu family have bumps on their heads, right?"

mirage.

Yu Hong, the head of the Yu family who was ridiculed by the assistant director for having a bag on his head, was standing in front of a small bungalow in formal attire. Yu Hong was tall and tall, with thick eyebrows and deep eyes. Shi was considered handsome, with an amulet hanging on his hand, an emerald ring inlaid with gold and engraved seal characters on his finger, and even a piece of protective jade hanging on his body.

At this time, Yu Hong kept stroking the amulet on the other wrist with his left hand, looking anxiously at the mansion in front of him, waiting for the reply from the people in the mansion.

This is a Shanghai-style garden building with milky white walls and black window frames hidden in the downtown area.

This western-style building has had three different owners in the past century, and all of them are social celebrities. The outside of this western-style building is full of flowers, and the proximity to the river makes the value of this expensive western-style building double. It can be said that being able to live here is in itself A symbol of status.

Now this mansion is inhabited by Dong Xiuming, who has been on the Forbes rich list many times in a row.

Dong Xiuming is the controlling shareholder of many large multinational companies. Many people only know his identity as an entrepreneur, but not his other identity-Tianshi.

Moreover, he is a celestial master who is a highly respected head of a certain sect of Taoism.

Although Yu Hong had learned from the master who gave him the green and black jars that something would happen to Yu Anyan when he went to the south this time, and he could only do his best to obey the destiny, but when Yu Hong got the news that Yu Anyan had no news after entering Shanlong Mountain this time, he Still in a hurry because of worry.

The expert who showed Yu Hongqing the black pot was really anxious to see Yu Hong, so he pointed Yu Hong to Dong Xiuming of the Dong family, and told Yu Hong that the green and black pot was obtained from the Dong family, and asked him to try his luck.

Yu Hong came to Dong's house with Yu Anyan's horoscope and a very close-fitting device, promising benefits and benefits, and only wanted to see Dong Xiuming. The horoscope was handed in.

As a home appliance tycoon, Yu Hong could only stand and wait in the garden in front of the western-style building after handing in Yu Anyan's horoscope.

The sun was too high, and Yu Hong was anxious, so he could only keep wiping his forehead with the silk handkerchief he carried.

After more than ten minutes, the housekeeper of the Dong family opened the door, but he still did not let Yu Hong in, but proudly handed over a folded piece of gold sprinkled rice paper.

Yu Hong took it with gratitude, and stood under the sun and carefully unfolded the rice paper.

A word was written on the rice paper with a strong brush.

It is the word "wait".

Yu Hong took a deep breath, his trembling forehead muscles showed that he was not calm now, he stood there with his head bowed for several minutes, before Yu Hong let the people who followed him support him and walked towards the outside.

He still has to wait, wait, as long as he waits, he will definitely wait until his most precious eldest son, Yu Anyan, comes out alive.

The second floor of Xiaoyang Building.

The black window frame framed the large protruding glass window, and two people watched Yu Hong leave through the heavy curtain. Among them, a middle-aged man with a vertical line between his eyebrows asked the other person beside him: "Are you sure that Yu's kid is going to leave?" Did you hide your identity?"

The other person in the room was stronger. There was a scar extending from behind the ear on the left side of this person's face. He said viciously, "I'm sure."

"The kid from the Yu family named Yu Anyan, his hidden identity hasn't been discovered yet, so I don't know if he will be discovered and obtained by others, or he will be killed and torn up directly."

"Interesting," said the middle-aged man in a custom-made suit, with an enthusiastic smile on his well-maintained face: "This child from the Yu family is called Yu Anyan, right? He was originally a boy with extraordinary talent but destined to die early, and now he has a hidden child. Identity is simply too interesting."

"However, such a good boy is now deeply trapped in a strange place like Shanlong Village. I don't know which faction will find out his hidden identity and get him."

The scarred man squinted his eyes: "If the Dong family can't get it, then find a way to kill and tear it up."

"I just found someone who has found the news. The one who followed him in is a man named Nan Jing. He seems to know something about this. We need us..."

The scarred man made a click gesture with a grim expression.

The middle-aged man waved his hand contemptuously: "It's just a bastard, raised in a garbage dump, it's very different from our big school, it doesn't have any real skills, and it's nothing if it doesn't die in a place of evil spirits like Shanlong Village Alright."

"It's hard to say whether Yu Anyan can come out alive, let's talk about this matter."

"That's right, but no matter who gets Yu Anyan at that time," the scarred man smiled cruelly: "I will try my best to kill that person and snatch this kid from the Yu family. The first place in the door competition must be mine."

The imposing lip line around the middle-aged man's mouth moved, and his voice was low: "It's best to be like this."

His distant eyes looked to the south, which was the direction of Shanlong Mountain.

Shanlong Village.

The wind blew the trees on the mountain and rattled. The deep blue color of the trees and the gloomy sky made the whole environment very depressing. The cameraman and Li Yifei stood under this sky, looking at Xiao Chen's terrifying corpse. The person's face looked extremely gray and defeated.

Yu Anyan looked at Xiao Chen's peeled skin, and lit a slender mint cigarette.

What he is making is a suspenseful horror movie, but when the horror scenes in the movie actually happen...the sense of horror and horror is incomparable to any fictional movie.

Without looking at Xiao Chen's body, Yu Anyan went around to the front of the car first, opened the passenger door, took five nutrition bars from his seat, and when his slender hands touched the nutrition bars, Yu Anyan His eyes paused.

In the side gap of the driver's seat, there are two A4-sized notebooks, one is the script of the movie he was flipping through in the car at the time, and the other is the materials of Shanlong Village that he put on the seat casually.

Yu Anyan's hand paused, and he picked up the information on Shanlong Village. He was about to flip through it when he heard Li Yifei yelling, "Nan Jing! Are you dazed by the fucking corpse?" ? You pervert!"

Yu Anyan raised his eyebrows, put the information book into his backpack, and went around to look at the situation of Nanjing and Li Yifei.

When seeing Nan Jing, Yu Anyan slightly raised his eyebrows. Nan Jing was still standing in front of the trunk, looking down at Xiao Chen's body slightly. Until this moment, Nan Jing's expression remained calm.

Perhaps when faced with such a situation, criminal investigators may not necessarily have the mental quality of Nan Jing, and Nan Jing is only 19 years old...

Yu Anyan narrowed his eyes to look at Nan Jing through the lingering tobacco smoke, or, rather than saying that he has a good psychological quality, it might be better to say that Nan Jing showed a strange sense of familiarity with such ghostly things.

It's like experiencing such a horror and horror situation often.

However, in this weird situation, Nan Jing's mental state is quite good, and he can live longer.

Under the dark sky, Nan Jing's skin was abnormally fair, with a glow. He ignored Li Yifei at all, and didn't even call Li Yifei a pervert. Nan Jing's eyes were only focused on Xiao Chen's chest being stripped. On the peeled skin, it has been observed for four to five minutes.

Yu Anyan casually extinguished the cigarette on the edge of the carriage, handed Nan Jing a nutrition bar, slightly raised his chin and asked Nan Jing: "What's wrong? Is there anything abnormal?"

Nan Jing regained his senses after taking a bite of the nutrition bar. He pointed to the piece of Xiao Chen's skin that had been peeled off, and said while thinking: "Someone in my family knows something about ghosts and ghosts. I read it in his notes. There is something about skinning people, it is said that some people committed crimes in the underworld, and they will be punished by skinning after going to hell, this kind of thing is called skin ghost.”

"Skin ghosts can possess people by skinning them."

Yu Anyan paused for a moment, then asked back, "Possessed?"

"That's right, possession." Nan Jing nodded, "Skin ghosts have to peel off the skin closest to the head to climb up and take possession. The best choice is to peel the skin on the face, but many skin ghosts will keep them The appearance of the possessed person wants to return to the human world with his own appearance, so the skin on the neck and chest is generally chosen in the end."

It is the same as Xiao Chen's current situation.

Yu Anyan smelled the smell of menthol and tobacco that remained in the air, closed his eyes, his indifferent expression showed a tinge of brittleness, and asked softly: "If it's what you said, if we are skinned, will we also be possessed?" .”

Nan Jing paused: "My family said that this is the rule of the underworld, which is common to all mortals."

That is, it will also be possessed.

The videographer and Li Yifei, who were trembling and unable to speak, turned even more gray after hearing Nan Jing's words about possession. The cameraman touched his chest subconsciously, shrank aside, not knowing what to think.

For a while, no one spoke, and the atmosphere became silent. The fog in the distance was hazy, and a looming suona sound could be heard.

Nan Jing's eyes swept towards the direction of the sound, and he saw a group of figures walking in the fog in the distance.

I saw a group of figures appearing in the distance of the light mist. The first one to come out was the village chief, who was wearing a white coat buttoned to the top of the neck and black trousers, holding a burning red Candle, come to them.

The village head held the red candle that seemed to be unextinguishable, and gave the four people a sad look: "The sacrifice is about to begin, if you leave the village now, you will disturb the gods and bring disaster, follow me back to the village Bar."

Back to the village?

Now that Xiao Chen is dead, and the skin on his chest has been peeled off, if they return to that weird village, maybe they will be the next one to be skinned, and no one wants to go back to the village.

Li Yifei trembled and wanted to speak, but seeing the gloomy face of the village chief, he retracted what he wanted to say.

The village head glanced at the four people one by one. The group of villagers behind him, some were holding a suona, some were holding a basket of red paper flowers. All the villagers followed the village head's gaze and stared at them with greedy eyes. four people.

Nan Jing frowned. He vigilantly saw black spots growing densely on the village chief's neck. His heart skipped a beat, thinking of the ghost that dragged Xiao Chen away on the monitor. , that ghost is an old man with black spots all over his face.

In the gloomy mist, the village chief grinned and said, "Outsiders, when you enter our Shanlong Village, you have to abide by the rules of our Shanlong Village. The sacrifice has not yet started, and we have not selected the sacrifices. Do not leave the village!"

Nan Jing keenly grasped one word: "Sacrifice?"

"Yes, the sacrifice." The village head's cloudy eyes with raised eyelids suddenly aimed at Nan Jing, the village head's old wrinkled face wrinkled, the corners of his mouth were stiff and upturned, and he spoke with a frenzied expression. The voice said: "The priests in Shanlong Village need sacrifices. Among you, one of you is the sacrifice chosen by the gods!"

Nan Jing frowned, and he subconsciously took a step back. Before he could take that step, something cold and greasy touched his ankle, and a strong smell of blood wafted over, carrying a rancid smell, frivolous The mist began to thicken, and the slippery thing, like iron tongs, tightly pinched Nan Jing's ankle.

Slowly going up along the ankle again, touching the skin of the calf, Nan Jing trembled.

Cold, extremely cold, the cold feeling from the ankles seemed to freeze the body.

"Ah!" Li Yifei fell to the ground in horror. He frantically pulled his legs, looked down at something that was grabbing his ankle, and shouted loudly: "What is this?! What are you doing!"

"Make a lot of noise when choosing sacrifices! Follow the rules of the village! Slap your mouth!" Seeing Li Yifei's actions, the village head suddenly raised his normal voice.

Hearing this, a sturdy villager immediately stepped forward. He stretched out his thick palm, which was specialized in farm work, and slapped Li Yifei twice like a cattail fan. Bleeding, and the ghost-like villager stared at the blood oozing out of Li Yifei, and stuck out his tongue greedily.

Nan Jing looked behind the village chief, dozens of strong villagers under the thick fog, and gave up the idea of ​​struggling. With so many people, they must not be able to beat them. Moreover, Nan Jing's ankle moved, and the ankle that was pinching him was cold. The slippery stuff immediately circled tighter.

The village chief stared at the four of them carefully, scanning them one by one, as if confirming something. When he saw Nan Jing, his eyes suddenly froze. Mirror, waved his hand and said: "The sacrifice has been chosen!"

"Xi Po, put on your wedding dress!"

In the thick fog, a woman with extremely red cheeks slowly walked out from the last of the group of villagers. The woman was wearing a rough linen red shirt, embroidered shoes on her tiny feet, and she was holding a folded red bag in her hands. Clothes, the woman took small steps, the corners of her mouth raised stiffly with a strange look of joy, her hands held up the red dress, and she said in a thin voice: "The auspicious time is coming, the sacrifice is now wearing the wedding dress ?”

When the Xi Po raised her hand, Nan Jing saw the style of the red wedding dress on Xi Po's hand, and he pursed his lips tightly.

The red wedding dress was folded neatly. The top of the wedding dress was placed facing up. The top of the red wedding dress had a stand-up collar and large sleeves. The color and style of the group flower patch is actually the red wedding dress that Nan Jing hung in the room where he lived in Shanlong Village.

The village chief licked his lower lip with his bloodless tongue, looked at Nan Jing with fanatical and greedy eyes, raised his hand and waved at Nan Jing fiercely, and said sullenly: "Put him in a wedding dress! Let the rest take away!"