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Shi Qing only felt the wedding sedan being lifted up quickly, and heard a deep and strange singing in his ears.

In a short while, he was held by two pairs of cold hands, helped over the threshold, and led into a room.

It wasn't over yet. Next, I was dragged and stepped onto a wooden stool. The smell of paint hit me in the face and my knees hit something hard, making a dull sound in the dead silence.

Looking down, there is a pitch-black coffin!

Shi Qing's heart tightened, and her shoulders were pushed down hard, and she was forcefully stuffed into the slightly spacious coffin.

They pushed up the heavy lid and prepared to close it.

She quickly threw out a silver thread from her wrist, tied one end to the ring finger of her left hand and the other end to the leg of the stool.

As the coffin was pushed up, he quickly placed the dagger across the middle, with the tip pointing upwards, leaving only a small part exposed.

They were unaware of anything and just left after doing it all.

Shi Qing was lying in a narrow coffin. He lifted the crudely made veil, but it was pitch dark and he could not see anything.

The fear was infinitely magnified, the heart was beating wildly, the gradually rapid breathing echoed on the inner wall of the coffin, and the air was stuffy and thin.

Just as I was about to push it open, the door was pushed open and a series of steady footsteps approached.

As he walked, the bells rang crisply.

He crossed the taut silver wire lightly. Shi Qing's heart sank slightly. He covered his face again and secretly clenched the yellow talisman with his folded hands.

The heavy coffin lid was gradually pushed back, and she quickly caught the fallen dagger. As the coffin lid moved back, a grayish moonlight shone in through the window.

The woman lying in the coffin was completely exposed, her face covered by a red veil, she was wearing a mottled red dress, her hands folded over her belly, her calves slender and straight.

The exposed skin was as white as jade, shining brightly under the cold moonlight.

Silently enduring the scorching gaze, Shi Qing felt frightened and had goose bumps all over his body.

After a few seconds of silence, the sharp scent of pine snow approached my face.

Shi Qing screamed in her heart and tried her best to suppress the trembling of her body.

The other person leaned forward to close the distance, touched the veil on his face with his fingers, picked up a corner and slowly lifted it up.

The next second, Shi Qing suddenly grabbed the other person's wrist, and an extremely clear burning sensation came from under his palm.

Before he could think about it, the silver thread on his ring finger spiritually bound the visitor's wrist.

Shi Qing used his strength to turn over and sit up, then pulled him into the coffin with his backhand.

The other party seemed to be prepared. As he climbed into the coffin, he hugged Shi Qing around the waist.

With a bang, both of them fell down.

The back of her head hit the man's hard chest hard, and she felt dizzy. She took a deep breath.

The man froze for a moment.

The strong arms were across his waist, and Shi Qing was completely powerless, and he almost lay on top of him. His hot breath sprayed behind his ears, and his skin felt a fine tingling sensation.

She moved impatiently, and the rough fabric beneath her body rubbed against her calves, making her look even more ambiguous.

Just as she was about to struggle, the person behind her suddenly covered her mouth gently, and a magnetic voice came into her ears.

"Don't move, it's coming."

The fragrance of pine snow surged, Shi Qing was stunned for a moment, then suddenly bit down hard. The man hissed and let go of his hand quietly.

The coffin lid closed automatically in an instant. At the same time, a gust of cold wind blew outside the door, and the sound of rustling plastic bags came in.

After confirming that he was a human, Shi Qing's tense nerves relaxed and he felt less afraid of the situation.

It stopped beside the coffin and took a few deep sniffs, as if trying to confirm something.

Two adults were squeezed into the cramped coffin, and it felt like they were in a big steamer, with their cheeks burning.

In particular, Shi Qing clearly felt the suspicious hard object pressing against his buttocks.

Shame and anger rose up, Shi Qing controlled his strength and stabbed the dagger downwards with his backhand.

A muffled groan escaped from the man's throat. He stroked her face with a half-smile and said word by word, "This is the second time."

Shi Qing turned his face away, and something flashed through his mind quickly.

Before it had time to figure it out, it took the next step and opened the coffin.

Just as a corner of it was revealed, before it could react, Shi Qing attacked without hesitation, and the silver thread fell from the man's hand and instantly entangled it.

At the same time, Shi Qing broke free from the man's grip, jumped out of the coffin, and threw the wet yellow talisman in his hand at it.

It was bound by silver threads and unable to move, the talisman easily stuck to its green forehead.

Golden light suddenly ignited, and then flames ignited, the surroundings became as bright as day, and its unrecognizable face was clearly reflected.

An entire eyeball was hanging on the face, half of the forehead was missing, blood and flesh were flying, and the mutilated body was completely covered by golden light.

However, within a moment, the fire went out inexplicably, and the room fell into darkness again. Its emaciated body was twisted in a strange posture, and the smell of decay and burning was extremely choking.

"Normal fire has no effect on it."

The man appeared in the dark and stood intimately behind Shi Qing. He had a tall and straight figure, as if he was hugging the woman from behind.

The ghost then noticed the extra strange man, and uttered vague words hoarsely, staring at the man with his eyes as a warning.

The man chuckled and said confidently and arrogantly: "She is not yours."

After saying that, he stretched out his arms to hold Shi Qing, not caring about the sharp blade at his waist, and stroked her hair gently, continuing to provoke:

"If you don't believe me, ask her."

Taking advantage of the night, Shi Qing rolled his eyes speechlessly and said to it: "Humans and ghosts are on different paths, and forcing a ghost marriage will not have a good result!"

It was like witnessing his wife cheating on him. It inflated like a balloon and pounced on the two of them, accompanied by the stench of burning flesh.

The man behind her dodged it easily with her, and it rammed into the furniture, rummaging through the drawers.

There were a few rooster crows in the distance, it was already the Yin hour, auspicious.

Shi Qing pushed his elbow back to get rid of the man's arm.

Taking advantage of the gap when it pounced on him, he quickly took out five or six yellow spells, closed his eyes, and chanted:

"Golden light appears quickly, the evil retreats, hurry up and obey the command!"

The yellow talisman shot towards the roaring ghost.

A flash of fire appeared, burning and engulfing it once again.

The ghosts were running around in panic, and the shrill sound of the sound breaking through the wind was almost deafening. Shi Qing silently raised his hands to cover his ears.

After a while, the only smell left in the room was a burning smell.

"Useless?" Shi Qing raised his eyebrows and looked at the man next to him with disdain.

He chuckled with an ambiguous tone, his voice faintly doting: "It's useful."

Hurried footsteps came from the corridor from the bottom to the top. Lin Xuan suddenly pushed open the door, holding a flashlight in his hand, and shouted: "Sister Xie!"

Shi Qing turned his head subconsciously, and the strange man disappeared.

"What are you looking at? Where's that thing?"

Huo Ming looked around cautiously and only found a layer of ash on the ground.

Shi Qing consciously ignored the previous question and answered him: "It's solved. How are you guys doing?"

"all the best."

Not only does the house house the ghost groom who is bent on finding a wife, but outside, there are also the ghosts of his parents.

After discovering that the sedan was missing, the three of them broke through the fog and immediately rushed to the abandoned house of the Sun family. They dealt with the Sun family's parents who tried to obstruct them, and then went upstairs to look for her.

Jiang Cha looked around, his clear eyes wandering over her, and he said concisely:

"There are flowers on your head."

The other two people looked over, Shi Qing raised his hand, and his fingertips touched something slightly moist.

When the flashlight was shining, an umbrella-shaped purple and white flower lay quietly in the palm of my hand. A deep purple was reflected between the six lavender petals, and the stamens were tender and fresh.

"Where did this flower come from?" Lin Xuan wrinkled his nose and took a whiff. "It smells pretty good."

Shi Qing almost immediately thought of that man, and quietly clasped her hands together, pretending to be nonchalant, "Let's leave here first."

Huo Ming skillfully rubbed the ashes into a small plastic bag, stood up, and sealed it with a small talisman, not forgetting to complain:

"Can you please not use such violent methods next time? It's always hard to collect these things."

Shi Qing chuckled and shrugged, "I can't help it. This is my specialty."