There is a sick girl before and a ghost after

Before Qianlang left, he destroyed a door = he and Qian Tong'an were the only ones left alive = this thing was created by Qian Tong'an again After establishing the above equation, Wen Yuran decided to meet again next time Qian Tong'an, if not killed, at least half disabled.Fate is also really elusive. If he knew that he would crash into such a thing when he got out of the car to get some air, he would rather suffocate to death than get out.

"So is it too late for us to turn around and get back on the train?" he asked completely hopelessly.

"This place can no longer be regarded as the real world, so there is no point in going back. The person guarding the formation should be a soul with a relatively long experience. Let's look for it."

Looking in the direction Qianlang pointed, Wen Yuran saw a village a little far away. It didn't look like a modern building from the outside, maybe it was a psychological effect, and it looked gloomy.

Qian Lang looked so calm, as if they just went out and went the wrong way, Wen Yuran couldn't help but want to ask: "So calm, is this thing easy to solve?"

"There is nothing offensive. The soul in charge of this ghost village probably didn't intend to kill us right away, so I think if we negotiate carefully, maybe it won't be very difficult to get out."

Looking at the dilapidated village from a distance, Wen Yuran still felt that it didn't look very friendly: "Then what if it doesn't let us out?"

"The best ending for people trapped to death in a ghost village is to die of thirst and starvation. I won't mention the other bloody ways to die. Being here will increase the burden on the body. If you are outside for about three days I will die of thirst, and I will only be here for more than a day." After saying this, Qian Lang overturned the above possibility with a smile, "I said these just to hope that you have a certain understanding of these things, and I will not let you really die in this place. here."

He silently glanced at the half bottle of mineral water he was holding when he came out... To be honest, he didn't feel at ease at all!

"If you feel anxious, I will be very sad, and we still have plenty of time, don't we?" Qian Lang said in a serious manner with a popular science attitude, "When a person is just trapped, the concentration of urine is relatively high. Low, if you drink it, you can temporarily replenish a certain amount of water. If the target is you, I will not mind at all..."

Wen Yuran turned around abruptly and covered Qianlang's mouth to prevent him from continuing to say this sentence—although it doesn't make any difference whether he finishes talking or not.

He seemed to see the words "Knowing Blow" popping out of his head on a certain virtual interface.

From the moment I approached the village, I began to see scattered bones on the road, some of which were so complete that a human figure could be seen, while others were only scattered bones.

This deserted village is much bigger than the small village in Wen Yuran's previous impression. It should have been a small village before it was deserted. I don't know why it has become like this.

It can't be seen from a distance, but after entering the village, it can be seen that the village existed at least a hundred years ago. Whether it is the structure of the houses or some items, they all look quite old.

It is a remote village in itself, and the houses are all made of rough bricks and stones, which are not solid at all from a modern point of view.Because it has been abandoned for many years, some roads are already covered with weeds and trees, and it is not easy to walk around.

Pushing away the withered grass that was half a person tall, Wen Yuran couldn't help complaining as he walked: "I never expected to meet someone who could verbally disgust me in my lifetime. Can your cleanliness come out when it's really time to come out?" Do you show your face once in a while?"

Before he finished speaking, a burst of loud firecrackers suddenly sounded not far away, which startled him.Accompanied by the sound of firecrackers, people's voices gradually came out of the originally empty and quiet deserted village, and the voices became more and more crowded. It was a great joy to hear the voices responding, but in such an environment, Wen Yuran couldn't imagine it anyway. Can't find the source of the sound.

The brows moved slightly, and Qian Lang also listened carefully to the sudden sound, and then pointed in a direction: "It seems to be over there, let's go and have a look."

Walking along the sound, listening to the sound became more and more lively. Human voices, firecrackers, gongs, drums and suona sounds were mixed together, as if they were celebrating something, but there was still no one in sight, let alone the sound of such a sound. kind of sound thing.

In the end, what they came to was an ancient house that looked extremely luxurious and exquisite in appearance, which seemed out of place in this village. There were lights and festoons on the inside and outside of the gate, as if on the eve of marriage.The momentum is still very lively, but the strange thing is that the sound is obviously echoing around, but there is still no one.

Gently pushing the door open, Qianlang gestured for Wen Yuran to follow, took out a talisman from somewhere and held it between his fingers, and continued walking in without hesitation.

Although this house looks like a carved beam and painted building from the outside, reflecting the extraordinary status of its owner, but the area is not big, it is just a room and a courtyard.Walking outside the door, standing outside the carved wooden door hung with red silk, only heard a man's voice coming from inside the room.

"One comb to the end, two combs until the white hair is as tall as the eyebrows, three combs until the children and grandchildren are everywhere..."

The voice sounded a bit strange, although it was a man's voice, but it was not as deep and sharp as an ordinary male's voice.

Just as Wen Yuran was thinking this, Qian Lang had already pushed open the door in front of him, revealing a woman in a wedding dress sitting in front of the dressing table behind the door, carefully combing her hair with black hair.

Holding a delicate mahogany comb in her slender hand, she slowly passed through her hair again: "Four combs to four silver bamboo shoots are all standard."

After saying the last sentence, the woman gently put the comb back on the dressing table, and while carefully checking her makeup in front of the bronze mirror, she said without turning her head: "The two young masters are so abrupt. Haven't arrived yet, no one to shelter?"

Wen Yuran felt goosebumps popping out of her gentle and charming words.It's obviously a man's voice, even if it's a bit more feminine, it's very different from a woman's voice, which sounds really weird.

"Let's go out." Qian Lang calmly looked at the back of the other party.

"It's so rare." The bride stood up slowly, and walked a few steps away in front of them, dragging her gorgeous and delicate wedding dress. The forehead was decorated with intricate and beautiful flowers. Li Wushuang, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, "I have lived in seclusion here for a long time, and I dress up every day to wait for my husband to come to marry me, but now the two of you rush in rashly, but you want to blame the concubine instead?"

It was only after he stood up that he realized that the other party was tall, perhaps a little taller than Qian Lang.

Scanning the bride's flat chest, Qianlang taunted clearly: "You want to be a woman and want to be crazy, it's none of our business, we don't care who you marry. But pretending to be stupid traps us in this place for you. It doesn't make any sense, what do you want?"

Qianlang's tone was really not gentle, Wen Yuran thought that this bride whose gender was not clear would be angry, but unexpectedly, the other party just smiled: "To be honest, I am a lonely soul, traveling around the world looking for Husband. About a hundred years ago, a man proposed to invite a concubine to preside over this death formation for him. As a reward, the yin energy here can nourish the concubine's body and soul, and the concubine can also draw people in and out of the formation at will for entertainment."

"I thought that if I stayed in one place, I would always be able to wait for my husband, but the concubine has gradually realized that the world is boundless, and I am afraid that it will be useless to wait every day..."

"You want us to take you out." Before finishing speaking, Qian Lang judged the other party's purpose.

Not annoyed by Qianlang interrupting her words, the bride raised her sleeves to cover the corners of her mouth, and smiled lightly: "Yes, the magic weapon on this young master can make ghosts live in it, so the concubine can naturally get rid of this place." The shackles of the formation."

Because he didn't seem to have anything to say on this occasion, Wen Yuran stood aside and boldly distracted, immersed in the entanglement caused by the fact that a beautiful woman called herself a "concubine" in a man's voice.

Just as he was wandering in the sky, he suddenly felt someone leaning on his shoulder, and asked in an ambiguous tone, "Do you want to take him out? As long as it is your wish, I will do it."

With a shiver, Wen Yuran quickly took a step back with unprecedented sensitivity, and then he had the time to reply: "Ask me, you might as well flip a coin, how do I know whether I should let him out?"

"Left and right don't know where to go. The concubine can follow Your Excellency for a while, and some idle ghosts can be solved for the time being. It must also solve a lot of troubles for Your Excellency."

After the ghost bride finished speaking, Qian Lang also explained: "It's really convenient to have a ghost by your side. With the jade pendant to restrain it, you don't have to worry about what he does. It's just..." When it came to the turning point, Qianlang stared quietly at Wen Yuran, "If you bring him by your side, it will greatly interfere with our private relationship..."

He didn't say the last sentence, and Wen Yuran might hesitate a bit, but after hearing the last sentence, Wen Yuran took a step forward without hesitation, and earnestly held the ghost bride's hand: "Please be sure to go out with us! What do you need to pay attention to when raising ghosts? Do you need to burn paper money? I will prepare it when I go back!"

"Hehe... It seems that the two of you are not as close as this young master expected." Gently withdrew her hand, the bride covered the corner of her mouth and laughed softly.

Almost instantly, the entire atmosphere became frozen, or it could be said that it came from Qianlang's unilateral low pressure.

small theater:

The photo on the owner's wall has been updated again. Xiaolan said that the owner is quite tasteful. The person in the photo is as handsome as it is. After the self-indulgence is over, Xiaolan looks at it and throws herself on her lap Xiaohong and Xiaolan: ... Dear, what kind of trendy look are you doing?

Xiaohong (hugging): Hugging the thigh is very popular recently

Xiaolan: (⊙o⊙) looks very powerful