This male ghost wants to marry me

Mo Liusu finally knew that no matter what he did, they would never help him.

He shook off Blacksmith Wang's hand, staggered to the front of the house, took off his clothes and kept beating the fire, but to no avail, the fire was not a little less.

Mo Liusu slapped her and cried for her mother.But the only response to him was the heart-piercing screams of Meng Wenyao and Mo Liuli.

His hands were burned by the fire, but he hadn't given up yet. At the last bang, the house collapsed and there was no sound inside.

Mo Liusu let go of his clothes, his eyes became dull, the collapsed house was still burning, and the wood was crackling, but there was no more shouting inside.

"Ah..." Mo Liusu squatted on the ground, breaking down and crying.

The mother and sister who were clearly in front of him, but he couldn't save them, and watched them burn to death inside.

If it was despair before, it is collapse now, complete collapse...

Seeing Mo Liusu crying there, the villagers stepped forward one by one to pull Mo Liusu. Tiejiang Wang said to Mo Liusu, "Do you know why your house caught fire? It's all because of you..."

At this moment, Mo Liusu couldn't hear anything, and his ears were filled with the screams of his mother and sister before they died.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Blacksmith Wang said again: "If you hadn't stolen the dowry that Fu Yin prepared for his daughter and wanted to prevent Ling Tian from getting married, none of this would have happened."

"Even the robbers know that you have treasure here, how could they miss this opportunity. So you are the one who killed your whole family, don't blame us for standing idly by, we can't afford to provoke robbers."

When Mo Liusu heard that all this was because of the damned jadeite, he burst into laughter. It turned out that all this was because of the jadeite that had nothing to do with him.

He pushed aside the crowd and walked out of the village alone. The fire behind him was much smaller. The wind blew and the white lotus rolled to his feet. Mo Liusu bent down to pick up the dried white lotus.

Mo Liusu touched the petals lightly, and the petals scattered and fell, leaving only the bare branches of the locust tree in his hands.

Mo Liusu stared at the branches, and murmured, "The flowers... thank you..."

Tears flowed down the line, Mo Liusu saw all the bits and pieces of the past.

The scene of meeting Ling Tian for the first time, the reason for the first kiss, the shyness of sharing the same bed, the nights of embracing and sleeping, and the pain and injury suffered later.

If Ling Tian's indifference is likened to a camel pulling goods, then the tragic death of his mother and sister is definitely the last straw that crushes him.

Mo Liusu raised the branch, aimed at his heart and slowly stabbed it. The villagers saw this scene and no one stepped forward to stop it.

Blood kept gushing from the body and mouth until the branch pierced most of it. There was no fear of death, only the inner relief after escaping.

Mo Liusu glanced at the neighbors who used to be in love with each other, and the house that was emitting heavy smoke. There was no trace of nostalgia in his eyes, and he fell to the ground with his signature smile on his face.

He lay on the ground with his hands raised high, as if he wanted to grab something, and said with the last bit of strength: "If death...is a kind of relief...I wish...to fall into hell forever..."

The flowers are thankful, the fate is gone, if there is an afterlife, I just hope that I will never see each other again...

The blood flowed all over the ground, infecting the white lotus on the ground. At that moment, the wind was strong, and the original white lotus turned into a bewitching red, and condensed into a complete, red blood lotus in the wind...

Seven days later, people from the Ling residence came and went.Red lanterns illuminated the front of Ling's mansion, and the Chinese character "Happy" illuminated by candlelight was extraordinarily dazzling.

Wearing a red wedding dress, Ling Tian carefully took over his delicate wife in the sedan chair, with a happy smile on his face.

He took Du Shiniang's hand, stepped over the brazier and over the threshold to accept the guests' congratulations.

Sitting on a chair in the main hall was Ling Tian's father, with a little relief on his vicissitudes face.

Ling Tian carefully supported Du Shiniang, bowed to heaven and earth, and thanked God for letting them know each other.

The second bows to the high hall, thanking parents for their perfection and upbringing.

Husband and wife worship each other and agree to stay together for a lifetime from now on.

After the ceremony was over, he reluctantly let go of Du Shiniang's jade finger, looking at the back of Du Shiniang who was taken away by Xi Po, with a faint smile on his face.

At the banquet, Ling Tian thanked each and every guest one by one, some were business partners of the Ling family, and some were officials who had friendship with the governor. do not marry.

Ling Tian didn't know how to drink, but he didn't refuse everyone's persuasion.Every glass of wine is a good intention, a blessing, and he can't shirk it.

Mo Liusu was leaning against the door in white clothes, his whole body was filled with black energy from resentment, and he stared at everyone fiercely.

The bloody lotus danced in his hand like a pet, rubbing against Mo Liusu's fingers from time to time.

Mo Liusu walked into Ling's house, and there was a strong wind coming in with him. The guests were blinded by the blowing, but Ling Tian suddenly looked at the door.

He is a mortal, and he can't see Mo Liusu who has turned into a ghost, but the wind is strange, and there is a faint fragrance in the wind, which seems familiar.

Mo Liusu walked in front of Ling Tian, ​​the evil wind stopped abruptly, and the guests all rushed in front of Ling Tian again, passed through Mo Liusu's body, and passed the wine glasses in their hands.

Ling Tian took the wine in their hands and drank it down. There was no end to the wine, and people kept coming to toast. Finally, he couldn't drink enough, and lay on the table staring at the empty wine glass in a daze.

Mo Liusu looked down at Ling Tian, ​​who was unconscious, with the ghost claw resting on his head, as long as he exerted force, he could escape from reincarnation.

According to the rules of the underworld, anyone who has grievances and hatreds and becomes a ghost must eradicate the creator, otherwise he will not be eligible for reincarnation.

Mo Liusu's resentment was caused by Ling Tian, ​​as long as he was killed, everything would be over.

The ghost claw that landed on Ling Tian's head did not make a move for a long time. He looked at Ling Tian who was sleeping soundly on the table, and tears fell quietly.

After so many days, he finally saw Ling Tian, ​​but there was an eternity between heaven and man, and he could not utter a word, nor could he answer the questions in his heart.

did you really love meDo you really care about me?Is every bit of the past fake?Now you... are you really happy?

All the questions are merged into one sentence, do you know that I am dead?

Ling Ziyang, you who are gentle and considerate to me, or you who are cruel and cruel, which one is the real you?

The resentment was about to come out, urging him to act quickly, Mo Liusu's hand trembled, but he didn't tighten it for a long time.

Even if he caused him to be scarred, even if he ruined his family, Mo Liusu always hated himself the most in his heart.

If he hadn't fallen in love with him desperately, if he hadn't insisted on looking for him, if he could have drawn a clear line with Ling Tian earlier, maybe none of this would have happened.

Mo Liusu looked at Ling Tian with tears streaming down his face, as expected... he couldn't do it.

He lightly touched Ling Tian's sleeping face, and murmured: "If I go back to the past, I will never meet you again, never fall in love with you again. Ziyang... you must be safe, happy, and live a long life." A hundred years old..."

Mo Liusu turned into a cloud of black smoke and dissipated in front of Ling Tian, ​​and the ghost tears condensed into solid objects and landed on Ling Tian's face.

Ling Tian slowly opened his eyes, touched the liquid on his face with his hands, and for some reason, tears welled up in his eyes.

There is always a kind of person in this world, you can't love and can't wait...