Quickly Cross the Faithful Dog Raiders

At the beginning, according to some information provided by the book of life and death, although it was impossible to know the specific situation of the ghost in this house, Yin Kunba also guessed that this ghost must be a powerful one.

If he didn't have the ability, it was absolutely impossible to kill the entire Yan Mansion overnight without being captured by the Yin soldiers of the underworld and trap those souls in the house together.

A ghost that can reach this level should have at least a thousand years of cultivation, or it should be the kind of ghost that is born with huge energy and is formed with strong resentment when it happens to meet the dark hour when it dies!

This kind of ghost is too strong because of its anger and resentment. If there is no chance and coincidence to wash away the resentment and obsession in its heart, it will never be able to get rid of it.

The ghosts in this house should belong to this kind. It just so happens that the house of the Yan family seems to have good feng shui, but only real insiders can tell that this is a natural place for gathering yin. Mr. Feng Shui cheated!

This kind of place can not only hide and escape the eyes and ears of ghosts, but also is an excellent place for ghosts to cultivate.

That ghost was so powerful back then, and now it has been a hundred years since the accident happened, and the cultivation of this ghost in the house has long since risen.

At this moment, staring at the Yin Qi that has become densely packed into thick smoke, Yin Kun Bazhi felt his scalp numb. With such a thick Yin Qi, it is obvious that the ghost has appeared, and the fellow Taoist monks who were talking to him just now are all gone now. up.

I don't know how long I stood there until Yin Kunba was so tense that he started to shiver from the cold, and when his head became more and more dizzy, the strong Yin Qi around him began to slowly disappear.

The scene in front of him suddenly changed, the space was distorted, and when he opened his eyes again, Yin Kunba found himself standing in a very festively decorated room, and he was wearing a bright red groom's suit.

"Oh, what are you still doing, Young Master? Quickly lift your hijab and have a cup of wine, hahaha..."

Someone pushed his body suddenly, and when Yin Kun looked back, he saw an old woman who looked like an old nanny pushing him towards the bed, and the servant girls who were carrying things all around looked at him with smiles and congratulated him , speaking auspicious and festive words.

There was a large group of people around the door, who seemed to be preparing for a bridal chamber, all of them watched the excitement with joy on their faces.

Among this group of people, he saw a familiar face, the old ancestor!

Facing Shang Yin Kunba's surprised gaze, the Yin master was stretching out his hand to perform a spell, and everything around him suddenly stopped.

"Little ancestor, what's the matter? The love in this life is an opportunity that the ancestor finally got for you. You should take good care of it, the old ancestor can help you here. When the love in this life is over, go back to the underworld. Don't cause me any more trouble..."

"Old... old ancestor, what did you say?" Yin Kunba's head was a little dizzy, looking at the surrounding environment, he was a little dazed.

"What? Are you a fool to get married? Wait, don't you want to go back on your word!"

The Yin master was staring in horror, blowing his beard and staring, "Little Ancestor, the two of us discussed it before, you can't go back on your word, Hell Lord is Hell Lord after all, where is it that you can take home..."

"No, no, old ancestor, I... get married?" Yin Kunba was really confused, wasn't he in the haunted house just now?Why now suddenly...

"That's right, you are getting married, hahahaha..." The Yin master was laughing happily.

"Who is the old ancestor? There are really few things that the old ancestors can't do in this world. There are people watching from above. We can't bring Hell Lord home, but it's still possible to make your wish come true..."

"Alright, alright, my little ancestor, go quickly, there is not much time, it will only take a hundred years for you to sleep here in Hell's Underworld, you should cherish and enjoy it, I am leaving, old ancestor..."

As he said that, the Yin master was leaping and flying away, the forbidden scenes around him disappeared, and the happy scene before was restored.

Then everyone said some auspicious words, and was urged to leave by the old lady who spoke to him first, the door closed, and after the bustle outside, it became quiet...

Standing in the festive room for a while, Yin Kunba's face was a little solemn. He felt that he should have been tricked. This should be a trick set up for him by the ghost in the house, an illusion.

I knew this ghost was powerful, but Yin Kunba did not expect this ghost to be so powerful. Looking at the face of his real self in the mirror, there is no doubt that his soul has left his body at this moment, and his real self is trapped in an illusion !

What ghosts like and are best at is to create all kinds of illusions for people to get lost in them, and they don't even know that they are dead. If he is really an ordinary person, he may really be tricked.

But it just so happens that the one whose soul has left the body is the deity, who has a certain level of cultivation, and has the treasure of the underworld, the Dust Fate Mirror in his hand, so he is very clear-headed.

Feeling heavy in his heart, Yin Kunba suppressed the solemnity in his heart, picked up the hijab lifting Ruyi name on the table and slowly walked towards the 'bride' sitting on the bed.

He knew that he was in an illusion, but the ghost didn't know that his mind was clear. This was his only trump card now. He stood still to confuse the ghost, and then he could find an opening to escape...

The 'bride' on the bed said he was the bride, but he was actually the groom, because he was wearing a normal groom's outfit, except that he had a red hijab on his head.

He was sitting on the bed, looking at the outline of the hijab, his head should be lowered, a pair of slender white hands crossed on his legs and clenched tightly, looking a little nervous.

Yin Kunba walked over slowly, and lifted his red hijab with Ruyi.

The moment he lifted the hijab, Yin Kunba saw a face he had been thinking about day and night, and he was instantly moved by that familiar face staring at him with a shy expression, but he quickly reacted.

This illusion is based on his inner thoughts, and the 'bride' is naturally someone he admires and is familiar with, just like the old ancestor just now.

And in order to make him believe that this is the real world, the ghost forced him to have an identity in the illusion.

He is the only son of a rich family at the moment, and the 'bride' across from him is Yan Zhu, his bamboo horse from childhood, they are very in love, and in order to marry him, it took a lot of effort to persuade the family to marry a man Wife, now lovers finally get married...

"Brother Yin..." Seeing that he had been silent, Yan Zhu who was sitting on the bed opposite was a little nervous, staring at him shyly, and whispered with red ears.

Not only the appearance, but also the expressions and small movements are so realistically imitated, one can imagine how high this ghost's cultivation level is, and he can peek into his mind so thoroughly!

Yin Kunba couldn't help but feel even more gloomy. If he didn't know clearly that he was in an illusion, he might really be fooled by this ghost.

Hiding his own thoughts, Yin Kunba showed a gentle and affectionate expression on his face, then picked up the cup of wine on the table and continued to accompany this ghost.

"Brother Yin, are we really married?" After taking the cup of wine from Yin Kunba, Yan Zhu's face was shy and nervous, but he also had an expression of disbelief.

Yin Kun nodded at eighth, did not speak, his eyes were full of tenderness and affection, he slowly pulled Yan Zhu's hands to intersect, the two looked at each other, and poured the wine into their mouths.

Yan Zhu seemed a little unaccustomed to drinking, as soon as he drank the spicy baijiu, his cheeks flushed a little, and he started coughing slightly, but facing Shang Yin Kunba's gentle eyes, he forced himself to swallow the wine.

And the moment Yan Zhu drank, Yin Kunba seemed to feel a small fluctuation in the surrounding space, and there was a slight flaw in the tight barrier...

Thinking of this, Yin Kunba glanced at his shy Yan Zhu while wiping the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, then got up again and took the whole jug from the table.

"Do you still want to drink?" Yan Zhu saw Yin Kunba's movements with a look of embarrassment on his face, "Brother Yin, I can't drink anymore, I will get drunk..."

"No, let's just drink a little to add to the fun..."

Yin Kunba sneered in his heart, sat next to Yan Zhu, stretched out his hand to touch his face, rubbed his fingers lightly on the other's lips, and said softly, "Come on, I'll feed you..."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the other party to react, he took a sip from the jug, then quickly moved it to Yan Zhu's lips, and passed the wine in his mouth.

"Hmm..." As soon as the wine drank, Yan Zhu groaned in discomfort. He simply swallowed it in a short sip, and when he pushed the person in front of him away, he couldn't help but look at the still gentle expression of the other person. Blushing, nervous and shy.

And after Yin Kunba let go of him, he was also a little nervous, and he was very nervous. He wanted to take the opportunity to drink the brat's wine, but when he touched the other's lips just now, he had an extremely familiar feeling, as if he was really there. Like kissing his beloved.

This is too scary, what kind of cultivation is this ghost, it can be so real!

Holding on to the beating heart, Yin Kunba's heart skipped a beat, and he simply pulled Yan Zhu over, pressed him on the bed, took a sip of wine, closed his eyes and kissed him again.

Yan Zhu was taken aback by his sudden movement, felt the spicy wine in his mouth and couldn't help but struggled, and moaned "uuuu..." again, feeling very confusing...

Seeing his reaction, Yin Kunba's eyes were fixed, and he held him tightly. After he swallowed the wine, he quickly bit his tongue and poured down a ball of blood with Taoist qi. .

Yan Zhu, who had just swallowed a few sips of wine, didn't react. As soon as the blood entered his throat, Yan Zhu's expression changed drastically, and he pushed Yin Kun Ba hard.

Changing from being obedient and shy before, Yan Zhu stared at Yin Kunba ferociously, Yan Zhu's face turned pale, he clutched his chest, and said sternly.

"What did you eat for me!"

His voice was very cold, and his complexion gradually turned pale, not like a human being.