infinite danger

Ji Siwei's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately held his breath.

Still late.

A black figure rushed to Ji Siwei's side at a speed that the naked eye couldn't detect, and his two twisted and weird hands rested on the armrest of the wheelchair, barely stopping his steps.

The wheelchair swayed suddenly, almost tipping over.

In a flash, Ji Siwei's heart rate soared instantly.

Turning his head, without any mental preparation, Ji Siwei saw a lifeless face with his eyes gouged out.

Even though he had developed some immunity to the scene, it still made his stomach sick.

The bloodless face almost hit Ji Siwei's face, the ghost's forehead was smashed into pieces by sharp objects, and there were only two big blood holes where the eyes were.

With his heart beating uncontrollably, Ji Siwei carefully covered his mouth with his hands, pinched his nostrils with his index finger and thumb, and leaned slightly to the other side.

"I clearly smelled the smell of a living person just now... Strange... Where did I go..."

This blind ghost seemed to have a particularly keen sense of smell because he couldn't see.

And very persistent.

"Mr., where is there a living person? You smelled it wrong..." The bald uncle held the shoulder of the blind ghost, and led him to his side without any trace, and said with a smile: "The ghost market is about to open!" If you don’t go, hurry up, all the beautiful goods will be snatched up by others.”

"I will smell wrong? You are questioning my strength!"

The blind ghost's tone was very unhappy. While speaking, he raised his swollen and white palm and groped in mid-air.

"If you say no, there will be no. Why are you doing this and wasting our time out of thin air."

The bald Uncle blocked the blind ghost's hand in time, his tone pretended to be dissatisfied, but there was no impatience on his face, but a little impatient.

Maybe it's because I'm afraid to delay here any longer, and another accident will happen again.

"I say there is."

The Blind Ghost felt that he was being provoked, and suddenly confronted the bald Abo, one fat and one thin, clasped their hands in the air, secretly competing.

The ghosts who didn't know saw it and thought they were asking for tricks.

Maybe this scene is so strange that it even attracted a few passing ghosts to stop and watch.

It doesn't matter if they wrestle their arms, but Ji Siwei will suffer.

Because of the excessive force, the wound on the blind ghost's hand cracked in several places with a "pop", and a large amount of blood slowly dripped along the twisted arm... dripping...

It dripped on Ji Siwei's clothes.

The clothes are dirty again.

Holding his nose, but unable to make a sound, he could only watch his clothes getting dirty, Ji Siwei frowned, looking aggrieved.

"There's a living person! I really smelled it!" The blind ghost yelled inwardly, "I swear on my eyes!"

"Living people? Where are the living people?"

"Oh my god... I heard that some living people have sneaked into the corridor of the Bana Flower..."

"Where are the living? Where?"

The ghosts who watched the "worship" were shocked when they heard the words, and began to whisper.

After hearing the "whispering", the passing ghosts suddenly stopped and approached the group of "people".

Then, the circle of ghosts centered on this small group of ghosts stopped.

There seemed to be an invisible infectious disease spreading in the air, and within a few seconds, all the ghosts in the corridor stopped and turned their heads in unison.

"The living... the living..."

A look of longing and greed appeared on the weird and terrifying faces. They stretched their necks like snakes, trying to find the living person who had sneaked in.

Looking at the crowded, dense, scary and non-repetitive faces, Ji Siwei felt that he was suffering from intensive phobia at this moment.

My nerves were tense because of this dense scene.

Sure enough, as the bald Uncle said, the elevator dedicated to the dead will shield the anger in his body, and he was very lucky to meet a more kind new dead ghost, so he could come here unscathed.

The lights on the wall changed from a warm color to a faint blue color at some point, beating violently.

Some faint shadows appeared on the originally empty wall.

Ji Siwei always felt that if he dragged on any longer, the things built into the wall would crawl out.

This is really not a good imagination.

The bald uncle was not too calm either.

Having lived here for 30 to [-] years, this is the first time that the bald Abo has seen such a scene.

A cold sweat broke out on the smooth head, and the face was flushed with liver color due to nervousness.

He was nervous about Ji Siwei's life and death - if Ji Siwei died here, the next opportunity would be many years later.

Thinking of this, his hands were shaking.

But the Blind Ghost can't see, and really has nothing to fear, so his focus is still on the arm wrestling with the bald Uncle.

"Hahahahaha... I still have one hand! Didn't expect that? I will definitely find him!"

The blinded ghost smiled triumphantly, quickly raised his other hand and swiped fiercely in Ji Siwei's direction.

Ji Siwei had calmed down a long time ago and was on high alert all the time. When the blind ghost moved his hand, his fruit knife swung over.

The sharp blade cut through the flesh, exuding a scorching breath.

The blood flowed slowly along the totem on the blade, and the entire blade glowed with a light between solemn and strange.

"Who?!"

The blinded ghost let out a cry of pain, and withdrew its hands, its eyeless face looked around in a hurry, startled and angry.

If the blind ghost can see, he will find that, very close to him, a young man with a heroic brow and eyes is holding a fruit knife upright, looking directly at him with serious eyes.

As long as he attacks again, the boy will stab him in the heart without hesitation.

But he couldn't see it.

So he moved.

"Whoever you are! I'm going to kill you!"

The resentment on his body instantly condensed into murderous aura, and the blind ghost roared angrily, and the erupted ghost aura broke through the shackles of the bald uncle.

The bone-spur-like hand turned into a hook, whistling towards with a sinister wind.

"Be careful!" The bald Uncle stretched out his numb hand for the first time, and grabbed the blind ghost's arm again.

This delay gave Ji Siwei an excellent opportunity.

Ji Siwei kept covering his face with a ghostly aura, unable to see any emotion, only his eyes were shockingly sharp.

Raising the knife in his hand, the sharp fruit knife flickered, piercing directly through the heart of the blind ghost.

The ferocious expression froze on his face, and the blind ghost opened his mouth. Before he could make a sound, his body gradually faded away, and finally disappeared into the air.

After solving the blind ghost, the scene didn't get much better.

The ghosts stuck in the corridor of Bianhua are still looking for the living people who have sneaked in.

After the restlessness happened here, they were even more tightly surrounded.

The yin qi is too strong, and the body temperature continues to drop.

Ji Siwei was very cold, he was no longer curious about the number of ghosts on the second floor.

"What are you looking at, haven't you seen a pretty boy?" The bald uncle wiped off the sweat on his forehead, smoothed his hair, pushed away the ghost in front of him, and prepared to manually open a path: "Get out of the way... "

The effect is minimal.

Ji Siwei felt that he had reached the limit of holding his breath.

The feeling of lack of oxygen is really not good.

Why don't you just grind it out, he thought.

As soon as this idea came to his mind, the backpack on his chest moved suddenly as if sensing his emotions, and dark red light surged out like waves.

The red light slapped on the ghosts in front, and directly knocked them several meters away, knocking over the two rows of ghosts blocking the front.

The ghosts crowded together were like dominoes next to each other, one by one, fell to the ground, and fell out of a passage.

Hope appeared again, and the bald uncle's eyes lit up again, and he immediately pushed Ji Siwei's wheelchair and rushed out of the corridor frantically.

Pairs of ghost hands stretched out from various places, they whimpered and cried, trying to hold Ji Siwei's wheelchair.

"roll!!"

The boy's voice sounded out of thin air, echoing in the long corridor, and the invisible evil spirit swept to every corner.

Vicious, very difficult to mess with.

As soon as the sound came out, the ghosts who had been whispering all the time fell silent, and the pair of dirty ghost hands quickly hid themselves.

The road ahead has become extremely smooth.

Besides reading his own name, the first thing the little puppet said was "roll off".

It also learned how to deter ghosts weaker than itself without a teacher.

Ji Siwei was in a complicated mood.

With the assistance of the bald uncle, the wheelchair broke through the fastest speed. A simple and unpretentious wheelchair seemed to be driving an extreme racing car.

The wind was strong and there were not many ghosts around, so Ji Siwei took the opportunity to take a breath.

The farther you go, the brighter the lights are, and there are more and more petals of Bianhua flowers on the road. After passing through a pass, the front of you suddenly opens up.

The whole picture of the second floor was shown to Ji Siwei for the first time.

The layout of the negative second floor and the negative first floor is almost exactly the same, and the entrance is the stairs, but the lighting is cooler.

There is a striking sign at the entrance, with a few bloody characters written on it: The market is open today.

The atrium on the second floor and its surroundings are the same as the first floor, and it is also a shopping mall, but the shopkeepers and service providers are all necromancers.

What's interesting is that, unlike the first floor, where there are few people, there are more shops opened here than on the first floor, and the business is booming.

In front of each shop hung a big pale lantern with the word "Soul Lai" written on it.

Candles flicker inside the lantern, giving off a dim light.

There are "people coming and going" in the shopping malls. Some of them look weird, and some are just like ordinary people. If you don't look carefully, you can't tell the difference.

"I don't know if you have noticed that after you got out of the undead elevator, the aura that attracted ghosts to approach you suddenly disappeared." The bald uncle said in a low voice, "I don't have time to find out what the problem is right now, so hurry up and take a breath." , we will rush to the No. [-] store in one breath."

After Ji Siwei came over, the bald Uncle led the way, walked straight through the atrium, and went straight to the No. [-] shop.

Fortunately, there were no accidents along the way, and they arrived at the shop smoothly.

The facade of the No. [-] store has been carefully designed and looks very stylish, which is particularly eye-catching in a sea of ​​similar stores.

There is not even a single customer in such a shop.

The wheelchair had just stopped in front of the store when the glass voice-activated door opened automatically.

The bald Uncle walked in unsteadily.

There is no "person" in the shop, but the tea on the table is smoking, obviously freshly brewed.

There are not many commodities, and various teas in glass jars are displayed on the walls on both sides. It is not like a store, but more like a teahouse.

The most commendable thing is that there is a faint fragrance in this shop in the basement where there are rancid smell everywhere.

"Grandma Zhang, do you have a big business deal?"

The door closed slowly, and the bald uncle found a chair to sit down and called out slowly.

There was a cold snort from inside.

The sound of light footsteps from far to near.

"You are so brave, you dare to bring a living person to me."

The curtain in the inner room was lifted, and a beautiful woman holding a puppet cat came out from behind.

"Yo, this young man is handsome."

The woman gently stroked the cat in her hand, raised the corners of her lips, and sat down gracefully.

Hearing the bald uncle call "Grandma", Ji Siwei thought the boss was an old woman, but he didn't expect to look so young, which surprised him a bit.

"You are the only one who has this ability in the entire ghost market, so naturally I can only bring it to you." The bald uncle poured himself a cup of tea and drank it in one gulp: "Good tea."

"You drink so much, you've ruined good tea."

Grandma Zhang snorted.

The cat in his arms also meowed lazily, and even squinted at the bald Uncle with the same eyes as its owner.

"I'm running out of time. Let me tell you whether this business is going to be done or not."

The bald uncle put down his teacup and asked straight to the point.

Grandma Zhang didn't rush to answer, she took a deep look at Ji Siwei.

"This business has been done before." Grandma Zhang stood up and walked into the room first: "Come here."

She snapped her fingers, the glass door locked automatically, and the curtains in the room fell.

At the moment, the shop is closed.

The space inside is surprisingly large, filled with all kinds of strange things, many but not chaotic.

Antique mirrors with eyes, lifelike dolls, books that turn pages automatically, stones with human faces...

It's almost like a small museum.

Grandma Zhang walked to the medicinal material grid cabinet and muttered something, a small wooden grid on the wall opened in response, and a small red paper bag floated out of thin air and flew straight into her palm.

"This is what you want." Grandma Zhang seems to have insight into people's hearts: "The fake death pill is a must-have medicine for smuggling into ghost towns."

"This price is not cheap." The slender long fingers with dark red nails gently clamped the red paper bag, and Grandma Zhang raised her charming fox eyes: "Are you sure you want to buy it?"

"He is a living person, as much gold and silver as you want, just let him burn it to you."

Bald Uncle said.

"I stay here, and I don't have many opportunities to meet living people. How can I just waste it like this. I'm not a common man who is greedy for money."

Grandma Zhang smiled brightly, looked into Ji Siwei's eyes, and said in a soft and serious voice: "Young boy, if you want this package of medicine, please promise me that after you go out, send a bouquet of yellow carnations to my grave. Me , I haven’t received fresh flowers for so many years, I almost forgot the taste of flowers.”

Ji Siwei thought that according to the nature of a businessman, Grandma Zhang would open her mouth and make a very expensive request, but unexpectedly she just asked him to send a bouquet of flowers.

"Of course, where is your grave?"

Ji Siwei agreed to the deal.

"It's on the mountainside of Tianwan Mountain. My name is Zhang Yueyin. There are not many graves there, so you can find them when you go." Grandma Zhang said considerately, "Your legs and feet are inconvenient, so you can send someone to deliver them."

Ji Siwei nodded: "Remember it."

"Ah, since you have worked so hard to climb up the mountain, let's burn some gold and silver treasures by the way. It is best to burn a few cars, and pick the expensive ones to know. It doesn't need too much. Burn a car and two cars. That’s fine, I have a small place here, and I can’t fit too much.”

Grandma Zhang added with a smile.

"..." The bald uncle: "Didn't you say that you are not a money-grubbing layman? Why did you slap your face so quickly?"

"Just by the way..." Grandma Zhang gently stroked the puppet cat's chin: "Do you know that raising a cat is expensive."

Bald Arbor: "Well, that's a valid reason."

"Don't worry." Ji Siwei looked at Grandma Zhang: "As long as I get out alive, I will definitely do what I promised."

"Here." Grandma Zhang nodded in satisfaction, and threw the medicine to Ji Siwei: "Take one, this medicine is very yin, you need to drink some ginger tea when you go back."

Ji Siwei took the medicine and thanked him.

Open the red paper, and there are three ordinary balls lying inside.

Ji Siwei intentionally held Xiaowanzi's hand and put it on top of the backpack, seeing that the little puppet didn't respond to it, he swallowed one.

The pill tastes bitter, slightly astringent, and melts in the mouth, like a cold stream, along the throat and into the heart.

Within a minute or two, Ji Siwei felt a change in his body.

He was breathing normally, but he couldn't feel the breath under his nose, and the blood on his palms also became lighter.

"The medicine is effective. This medicine can only last for two hours. You have a wound on your hand. You must pay attention to it. Don't let the wound open or get injured, otherwise the blood will be too heavy and it will be exposed."

"If you really bleed, take the remaining two pills, but I remind you in advance that taking three pills of this medicine is an overdose, which is very bad for your health."

Grandma Zhang patiently explained to Ji Siwei one by one.

"it is good……"

Ji Siwei responded, and inadvertently saw a cabinet with several puppets on display beside the wall.

Ji Siwei showed a faint smile, and maneuvered the wheelchair close to the cabinet.

The puppets in the cabinet were about the same size as Ji Siwei's puppets, but the workmanship was much more refined, and the cheeks were carved so finely that they could almost be fakes.

But the strange thing was that after Ji Siwei approached, they retreated in unison, sticking to the cabinet wall, trembling slightly, as if they were shivering.

The weird smile on his face instantly turned into fear and horror.

These puppets can actually move. Could it be that there is a spirit living in them?

"Miss Boss, are the clothes in it for sale?"

Ji Siwei pointed to one of the puppets in black suspenders, shaking into a ball, and turned to ask Grandma Zhang.

"If you get closer, it will take off for you by itself."

Grandma Zhang saw the clue and laughed gloatingly.

A terrified expression appeared on the puppet's face, and it actually used clumsy movements to take off its clothes...

It's just that the hands are too short, and I can't take it off for a long time.

It gave up on itself and sat down on its buttocks, with an aggrieved face, almost crying.

The cuteness of the picture was so high that Ji Siwei was also amused.

"Miss Boss, are there any new clothes like this?"

Ji Siwei felt that with the puppet's arrogant personality, he probably didn't want to wear other puppets' clothes.

"There really are." Grandma Zhang thought for a while, found some miniature clothes and shoes in a small drawer, put them in a kraft paper bag and handed them to Ji Siwei: "Give them all to you."

Ji Siwei took the bag, opened the backpack, took out the puppet, and gently replaced it with a new little T-shirt and overalls.

When changing clothes, Ji Siwei found that all the scratches on the puppet's body had disappeared.

The puppet didn't make a sound, but Ji Siwei felt that it seemed a little happy.

When putting the puppet back into his backpack, Ji Siwei discovered another surprising change——

The leaflets in the bag were gone, replaced by a neat stack of yellow talisman paper.

One of them was directly pasted on the top of the wooden box.

Could it be that the leaflets in the bag changed at the moment when he stepped out of the Necromancer elevator.

These talisman papers covered the breath of the wooden box, and also healed the wounds on the little puppet.

——"By the way, pretty boy, don't throw away the flyers."

——"Keep a closer look, it might come in handy..."

These two sentences naturally appeared in Ji Siwei's mind. If they were strange at the time, they can be explained now.

Ji Siwei wanted to remember the uncle who handed out leaflets to him, but he couldn't remember what he looked like.

I only remember his not-so-chic back in slippers.

Who is that uncle, and why did he give him a talisman?

……

After leaving the No. [-] shop, Ji Siwei breathed at a normal rate, and no ghost really noticed him.

After you lose your life, you can walk among the ghosts with ease.

Ji Siwei felt relaxed physically and mentally.

"I haven't been in vain for decades. After many adventures and explorations, I finally found the passage to the third floor."

"Let me tell you, most ghosts don't have the courage and perseverance I have."

The bald uncle drank a pot of good tea at the No. [-] shop, and Ji Siwei also took the pills, and the bald uncle became in a better mood. Once he was in a good mood, he couldn't help but want to brag.

"Courage is commendable." Ji Siwei smiled very shallowly: "How do we get there?"

"After passing the commercial area, there is a residential area in front of us. Let's go straight and reach the end of the square, where there is an indoor parking lot, and there is a slope connecting the third floor." When this question was mentioned, the bald Abor put aside his jokes The expression became serious: "It's just that the further you go back, the more troublesome the ghosts there are. Let's keep a low profile and try to avoid trouble."

Ji Siwei: "I've always kept a low profile."

Thinking of the wave of operations in the Bianhua corridor, the bald uncle stroked his stubbled chin, smiled and said nothing.

"Not much to say, let's hurry up and go."

Without stopping any longer, the bald Uncle was full of energy and led Ji Siwei to find the passage to the third floor.

"Today's special offer, pearl milk tea is cheap...buy two get one free...buy two get one free..."

The milk tea shop in the square was yelling hard, and two long queues lined up in front of them, blocking their way.

"Do ghosts also like to drink milk tea?"

Looking at the long line, Ji Siwei asked curiously.

"Drink." The bald Uncle said, "This is a special milk tea that can enhance the soul power. It is very popular. Many ghosts have become rich because of selling milk tea."

"Wait a minute, I'll go through the back door and jump in line to buy a few cups of milk tea."

The bald Uncle suddenly lowered his voice and said mysteriously.

"I don't drink milk tea." Ji Siwei frowned slightly: "It's not good to jump in line."

"I didn't buy it for you to drink. The fake death pill you ate was made by a living person, so you can eat it. You will have an accident if you eat the food of ghosts." The bald uncle said in a small voice: "I only jumped in the queue today because of special circumstances. It’s just an accommodation, milk tea is very important, you must buy it.”

Ji Siwei: "Why is it important?"

Uncle Bald: "You will know when the time comes."

……

When the bald Abo came back with a few cups of milk tea, several youthful-looking young girls were surrounding Ji Siwei, all of them blushing, not like ghosts.

The most beautiful girl among them was pushed out by other girls to take on the important task of talking.

"Little boy, do you want to do a part-time job... Our store still lacks a front desk, the salary is high, the benefits are good, and I'm free, think about it?"

The girl looked at Ji Siwei's face and held back a word for a long time.

It's still a job ad.

"no thank you."

Ji Siwei shook his head.

An unnatural blush rose on the girl's cheeks, and she asked softly, "Then can we treat you to dinner?"

Ji Siwei: "I can't."

The bald uncle said, you can't eat ghost food.

The girls sighed in frustration and walked away step by step.

One of them fell to the ground with a "click" because he turned his head too hard.

Also rolled twice.

The other girls quickly picked it up for her and put it back on her head.

"I think back then, I was also pursued by many people, but I tried my best to get together with my ordinary-looking wife and lived together for many years."

The bald Uncle drank pearl milk tea and began to reminisce about the past.

Having said that, he couldn't stop.

From romantic confession to setting up a family and starting a business, when mentioning his wife, a very happy smile would appear on the bald uncle's wrinkled face, which made Ji Siwei never interrupt him.

It wasn't until a large number of urns appeared in front of him that the bald uncle reluctantly stopped talking.

"The front is a residential area. Although today is the Ghost Festival, some nerds and nerds don't like to go out. Let's pass by quietly so as not to disturb them."

The bald uncle gave a "shh" and walked in lightly.

Each urn represents a house. Like a human community, there are gaps between each building, which are neatly arranged, and there are roads between blocks.

When passing by, from time to time, ghosts will suddenly come out of the box and stretch out, which really challenges people's psychological endurance.

Imagining the scene when these small urns were full of "people", Ji Siwei felt his scalp tingling.

After passing through the residential area, a red line suddenly appeared on the ground.

It doesn't look like a sticker, it doesn't look like it's drawn...it looks like it grew out of the ground.

"Bounded by the red line, inside is the territory of evil spirits. Although you are not popular now, the evil spirits have become vicious and even kill ghosts."

As the bald uncle spoke, he vividly wiped his neck.

"Have you ever gone in?"

Turning his eyes to the front, Ji Siwei examined the "Land of Evil Ghosts".

"I have delivered food a few times, but sometimes the evil spirits compete for territory, so some places may have changed owners."

Bald Uncle replied.

Who would have imagined that the way the bald Able explored and took risks for many years turned out to be food delivery.

"Evil ghost...do you also order takeaway?"

Ji Siwei felt that he had misunderstood the daily life of ghosts.

"Come on." The bald uncle said with a smile, "The world of ghosts also keeps up with the trend of the times."

The bald Uncle pointed gently inside the red line: "Let's pass by quietly and in a low-key manner."

After crossing the red line, Ji Siwei felt as if he had stepped into another realm.

The yin inside the red line is indeed heavier than outside, and full of hostility.

Ji Siwei felt that he had been numb from the cold. He didn't know if it was because he had taken the fake death pill, but he always felt that he was halfway into the ground as he walked forward in this ghost land.

The layout here is very different from that of the shopping mall. There are not so many small and narrow shops, and it looks very empty.

There are no ghosts floating on the road, and there is an abnormal feeling of desertedness.

One person and one ghost hurried on their way in silence, without speaking in a tacit understanding.

A few minutes later, Ji Siwei suddenly stopped the wheelchair.

"what happened?"

The bald uncle asked him suspiciously.

"How many red lines are there in this place?"

Ji Siwei rubbed the handle of the fruit knife unconsciously, his voice was a bit cold.

Bald Uncle: "Of course there is only one."

"We have been walking in a straight line, how could we return to the red line."

Fingers with clear bones pointed to the ground, and the scarlet lines were particularly dazzling.

Ji Siwei frowned, realizing that things were not simple.

"If you guessed right..." The bald uncle swallowed the pearl milk tea, looked up at Ji Siwei with a cold look in his eyes: "We have encountered a ghost hitting the wall."

Ji Siwei: "..."

What kind of experience is it to hear a ghost say that a ghost hit a wall?

"Aren't you just a ghost? It's also useful for you to hit the wall?"

Ji Siwei felt that he had opened another door of knowledge.

"As long as you have enough resentment, you can trap everything you want to trap, and ghosts are no exception." The bald uncle became a lot more serious, and he said in a deep voice, "This is a warning."

Looking at the red line, Ji Siwei was silent for a while, and then said decisively: "Go again."

Going through it again is making it clear that we are ignoring warnings.

What happens if you ignore the warning?

Ji Siwei couldn't predict it, but he was sure that no matter what happened, this time it was really going to be a dark road.

The bald Uncle didn't object, and strode in with a wave of his hand.

They continued to walk in a straight line, and after a few minutes, Ji Siwei's wheelchair stopped again.

The red thread never appeared again.

Not far away, eight long-haired women in white clothes formed a circle. Their feet did not touch the ground, their heads were lowered, and they were revolving in the air at a slow speed.

Like some kind of weird religious ceremony.

Their long and dense hair covered their faces, making them invisible, but Ji Siwei instinctively sensed the danger.

"What are they doing?"

Ji Siwei asked softly.

"Maybe a square dance battle."

The bald uncle also answered in a very soft voice.

Ji Siwei already had a certain understanding of the brain circuit of the bald uncle.

At this moment, the speed of those women's rotation suddenly became faster and faster...

It was so blurry that only a white shadow like the wind could be seen.

"Is this a new kind of dance... It makes me a little dizzy..."

As the bald Uncle said, he hiccupped after drinking the last sip of milk tea.

At this time, under the feet of the eight long-haired women, complex formations emerged one after another, emitting black air.

Looking at the formation, the bald-headed Abbot suddenly came to his senses. He slapped his thigh, anxiously pushed Ji Siwei's wheelchair, and desperately avoided the formation, and ran forward in a hurry, panting and shouting :

"No, they didn't want to break their heads in the square dance, they wanted to break our heads!"

"Being dragged into the formation, you and I will be wiped out! Run!"

The bald Uncle didn't have the extra energy to explain, he took Ji Siwei with him and ran away as fast as he could.

Ji Siwei looked back, the eight white shadows were spinning around, suddenly lost their center of gravity, and shot out like arrows flying from the string, chasing after them.

The bald Abo was very focused on running away, and quickly distanced himself from Shirai Shadow.

After making sure nothing was chasing him, the bald man stopped.

"It's really the speed of life and death. If it's a little later, I will lose my life." The bald uncle took a breath and found that Ji Siwei was extremely quiet: "Why don't you speak?"

"Shh..."

Ji Siwei raised his index finger and slowly pointed forward.

The bald Uncle looked along his fingertips, and saw a carved wooden bed in front of it, with bright red embroidered mosquito nets fastened on both sides, and a bride covered with a red hijab clasped her hands and sat upright on the bed.

If this scene appeared in the right place and the right place, it might be quite festive and pleasing to the eye.

But appearing in this empty ghost building with a small wind blowing, the red hijab still swaying with the wind, it looks a little scary.

Now the bald uncle knew why those long-haired female ghosts didn't catch up.

It turns out that there is a fiercer one here.

"I've seen this female ghost, and I'm a ghost myself, so there's nothing to be afraid of."

The bald Uncle felt that he was led astray by Ji Siwei, a living person, and he suddenly came to his senses, straightened his back, and wanted to regain his dignity as a ghost.

"Snapped!"

The lights on the ceiling flickered a few times, and then went out twice.

"whee……"

In the faint space, there was a shy chuckle.

"Lang Jun, you are back." The red hijab shook, and the bride seemed to bow her head: "I want to meet you soon, please lift the hijab..."

"In this era of looking at faces." The bald uncle squeezed the empty milk tea cup, inexplicably feeling a little sad: "When I used to deliver food, she told me to put it down and leave quickly. Why did you become one more, Mr. It's time to lift the hijab!"

"She was covered with a hijab and couldn't see my face."

Ji Siwei said calmly.

"A ghost with a bit of Taoism can see people without eyes."

Bald Uncle said.

"Lang Jun... come quickly..."

The bride's voice is getting sweeter and sweeter, infinitely gentle and seductive...

Ji Siwei and the bald uncle said, "She's calling you."

"I have a wife." The bald uncle waved his hand: "She must be calling you."

Ji Siwei: "I'm not yet of legal marriage age."

bride:"……"

The bride couldn't listen anymore, and she lifted the red hijab. She was wearing heavy bridal makeup, round red blush on each cheek, and anger in her scarlet eyes:

"I'm afraid, this is not a place where you can go if you want! Today, you have to stay if you don't want to!"

The bruised neck was stitched several times with red needles and thread, the stitches were fine, but the phoenix crown was too heavy, and her neck was crooked.

The bride turned her head, and the red threads around her neck suddenly moved, becoming longer and longer, floating in the air like long red worms.

Dozens of red threads came out from the wide cuffs. The bride grasped the red threads with both hands and shook them vigorously. The red threads became very long in the air, like tiny poisonous snakes, ready to go.

"Pretty girl, calm down..." The bald uncle stood in front of Ji Siwei and said loudly, "There is no happiness by force!"