Picked up a bunch of hair in the game

The umbrella that got in the way while running was put away, and the black hair was wet by the dripping rain.

Xiaoying felt a little distressed when he saw it, so she climbed onto his head and spread it flat, silently making a wig.

The exhaled breath was mixed in the humid air, and the coat was tightly attached to the body. Xu Zhaohe didn't notice Xiaoying's movements, and kept thinking about the ghost in the red wedding dress just now.

If other ghosts said to cut him down, he would chop it up, but this ghost is different, she is a poor ghost.

Xu Zhaohe couldn't bear to be a scumbag, so he could only drag Conan to run for his life, thinking quickly about how to pass the level quickly.

According to what Master Liu said before, there will be a funeral the day after tomorrow. Originally, he wanted to bury Tiezhu alone, but when he really waited for that day, he would probably need a few more coffins.

Crisis Yi may be a new choice, Xu Zhaohe made a decisive decision, "Go to the grove!"

"what?"

Conan behind him subconsciously uttered a question word, and then thought that brother Zhao might be talking about the cemetery.

"..."

However, what are you doing in the cemetery if you have nothing to do!

He doesn't understand the brain circuit of the boss, so he can only be a competent follower honestly, but after running for half an hour, Xu Zhaohe suddenly stopped.

The sexy raindrops flowed down the black hair to Bai's dazzling neck, and then got into the clothes, making Xiao Ying's eyes straighten.

Xu Zhaohe realized later, tore Xiaoying off and stuffed it into his arms, turned around to meet Conan's questioning gaze, and coughed unnaturally.

"that……"

Conan's big shiny eyes widened, and Brother Zhao's face slowly turned red with his humbly curious eyes.

He pinched the hem of his clothes before asking ruthlessly, "Do you know the way?"

Conan: "..."

Only then did Silly Baitian realize that they had already run into a corner without knowing it.

I went there once before, and later saw Brother Zhao running without any guilt, he thought he knew the way.

Xu Zhaohe seldom felt ashamed, trying to restore his image, "I'm a bit biased, and everything else is good, except for geography..."

Conan waved his hand, thinking in his heart that he is a Lu Chi, he made a weak comment, and pointed in a direction, "Why don't you go this way?"

Xu Zhaohe nodded stiffly. He had no right to speak at this time, so he took out the black umbrella and raised it above his head, "Yes."

The next journey will be much smoother. Although Conan still doesn't understand why he is going to the cemetery, he still sensiblely doesn't say anything, mainly because he is afraid that Brother Zhao will give some "intuitive" answer that will make him uneasy.

The range that the flashlight can see is very small, and the closer it is to the hinterland, the hotter and humid it gets. Seeing the white light flickering in front of him, Xu Zhaohe suddenly asked, "Where's your sister?"

Conan said succinctly: "We got separated."

"How did you get separated?"

"I don't know either. I ran and found that I was the only one left."

Xu Zhaohe said "Oh", "Where's Yanmu?"

Conan's tone was steady: "Probably with my sister."

"By the way," Xu Zhaohe chatted casually as usual, "You said earlier, what happened to your sister's ex-husband?"

"..."

The flickering white light suddenly stopped, Xu Zhaohe stopped and held up the flashlight to hit Conan's face. The doll's face was still calm, and the hair clinging to the fair skin made him look pitiful, but if you look carefully, you can see The resentment in his eyes seemed to say: Is it really okay for you to have nothing to do to chat about such gossip in such a terrible scene!

Xu Zhaohe sighed, he really didn't expect to waste such time at this time.

Seeing his impatient look, the person on the opposite side couldn't help but distort his expression more and more, and his scarlet eyes revealed a kind of gloating.

And just as the clothes on "him" gradually turned into a wedding dress, and the corner of his mouth was split open to reveal a mouthful of sharp teeth, Brother Zhao had already slashed on the back of her head with an umbrella before she could do anything.

"I can't believe it" was written in the red ghost's eyes at the end, she collapsed to the ground angrily, and she didn't know what went wrong with her in the first place to make him suspect, and that black umbrella was of this level Why do props come to their "small temple"?

Then she passed out, and she didn't figure out why in the end.

Although the black umbrella can hurt ghosts, it is also time-sensitive. Xu Zhaohe carried it around the red-clothed ghost and returned. Not long after, he picked up the fainted Conan from the side of the road.

When he was woken up, he had a sleepy expression, "Huh?" His heart was so big that Brother Zhao couldn't laugh or cry.

"Are you awake? Hurry up and leave when you wake up."

Realizing that he had made a plot, Conan hurriedly stood up and scratched his head in embarrassment. Fortunately, Brother Zhao didn't say anything, and the two rushed to the cemetery as soon as possible.

In the meantime, they passed by the ghost in red on the ground, and Conan looked at her hesitant to speak, but since it was a ghost, he shouldn't catch a cold.

……

…………

The black grave mounds are continuous, with dazzling red flowers dancing in the rain, but no matter how big the movement is, every petal still sticks to it.

Seeing this kind of scene again was still a bit overwhelming, Conan subconsciously hid behind Xu Zhaohe, only showing a pair of round eyes staring forward, "Brother Zhao, what should we do?"

Xu Zhaohe took a step forward, and the flashlight scanned them one by one, squinting his eyes as if he was looking for something.

Conan followed closely behind, and from time to time vigilantly shone the flashlight in the other three directions.

There is no stele in the tomb, but there is a small stone with the name engraved on it.Xu Zhaohe found Erzhu's grave in the back of a group of graves without grave flowers.

He guessed right, other dead villagers were also buried here, but they were not imprisoned.He tried to summon Erzhu's soul, but he didn't know if it was a reincarnation or something, but nothing came out.

He was not disappointed, and continued to search carefully with the flashlight, but there were so many graves, and the older ones got older, and some of them collapsed, but he still couldn't find Erxi's grave.

How is this going?

Conan behind him was so frightened that he couldn't speak. He walked through the cemetery at night, just listening to it was scary, let alone him as the client!

However, Xu Zhaohe didn't find what he wanted, so he turned another corner and walked forward. Conan had to stick behind him again. Occasionally, a few naughty graves stretched out a flower to entangle him, but they were all caught. Silly Baitian who was biting his lip and was scared to cry ran away with a machete.

His legs were getting weaker and weaker, seeing that he was going to be unable to hold on anymore, with tears in his eyes, he just wanted to ask brother Zhao, when the figure in front of him stopped suddenly, and Conan didn't stop the car and hit him directly on the back, Holding his sore nose and receiving the death stare from Xiao Ying, it was too difficult for him.

Xu Zhaohe didn't react when he was bumped, he put his heart and eyes on the stone where the light was focused, and the upper panel was engraved with the word "Lotus".

The Bianhua flowers above the head are extremely ostentatious, and the land shows no sign of new cultivation at all, all of which show that its owner has never come out, and has been staying in the ground obediently.

This is strange.

Xu Zhaohe tilted his head to change the angle, and Conan behind him was puzzled but also tilted his head, and then he couldn't help asking: "Brother Zhao, what's the matter? Is there something wrong with this grave?"

Xu Zhaohe rubbed his chin, then looked back at Conan, his back was sweating until he was so tense, that he let him step back a little.

Conan took a step back, puzzled.

Only then did Xu Zhaohe make up his mind and said, "I want to summon the soul."

"........."

His body froze for a moment. Although Conan didn't speak, his dazed eyes seemed to be saying: Again, again!

He took a few steps back in a hurry, but in the end he still felt unsafe. Conan couldn't help holding his machete tightly, watching Brother Zhao open the black umbrella nervously.

Different from before, he saw that the originally ordinary black umbrella surface seemed to be responding to the Bianhua, and suddenly there were bright red lines, like magma flowing, revealing the beauty of blood.

Brother Zhao stood there silently, watching the Bianhua flowers on the grave mound sway more and more quickly, turning into trembling with excitement, but the things in the soil just wouldn't come out.

He frowned and called again: "Lotus."

"..."

There was still no response, and now even the Bana did not shake.

Brother Zhao stood alone in front of the grave holding an umbrella, feeling very wronged. He thought about it, then took Xiaoying out of his arms and entrusted it to Conan seriously.

Caught off guard and embraced the big ghost, Conan was flattered, and held the hair that was once difficult to look at with both hands from head to tail carefully, admiring even a strand of hair.

Fear, ghosts, cemetery and so on were all thrown out of his mind, Conan excitedly wanted to chat with Hair, the word "Xiaoying" had already reached his lips but turned a corner in time, he felt that this title was too intimate , only Brother Zhao can call it, a mortal like him can't be presumptuous!

The heartbeat became faster and faster, and his face became flushed with excitement. Finally, Conan carefully thought of a name like digging a treasure, and shouted firmly and loudly: "His Royal Highness!"

Those four words resounded through the silent cemetery.

Xiaoying was originally limp and uninterested because of leaving Zhaozhao's embrace, but at this moment her hair had to explode, and her whole body was fluffy like a prickly ball.

Conan didn't know what mistake he made. In his heart, Xiaoying was Rapunzel's hair, where her soul resided. Rounding it up represented Rapunzel, so calling him Your Highness Princess is completely deserved!

Xu Zhaohe, who was summoning souls not far ahead, was also stunned, princess or something... Hahahahaha!

The corner of his mouth couldn't hold back a chuckle, which reached Xiaoying's ears, and an emotion called "anger turned into anger" occupied his heart. Although he did use this excuse to follow up the dungeon at the beginning, both he and Zhaozhao knew it well. Clearly never mentioned this crop.

Now suddenly being called such a shameful name is tantamount to a public execution, and it is the cruelest kind!

And although Rapunzel is famous for her long hair, but Rapunzel = princess?There is no such logical relationship!

Taking advantage of the little guy over there not getting into trouble, Xu Zhaohe quickly withdrew his smile and seized the time to shout to the grave: "Lotus, come out."

Without the boss to press the formation, the soil of the grave finally loosened, and it seemed that something was about to crawl out.

The lines on the black umbrella became brighter and brighter, and finally the Bana flower quickly withered, a pale hand suddenly emerged, moved in the rain, and quickly grew black and purple long nails.

"Ho-ho-ho-ho-"

……

…………

At night, in the red tile house.

After arguing with Mr. Liu, the village chief was so angry that he ordered his wife to move a jar of wine with a whip, and he breathed a sigh of relief after drinking a good bowl.

Reaching out to pour another bowl, the village chief Wang Dayong raised his eyes and saw his daughter-in-law cowering in place. Looking at her loose and yellow skin, he was so angry that he whipped her bitterly, his face flushed. Veins popped up on his forehead.

"Why are you still standing there, the debris all over the floor can't be cleaned, what if you hurt your grandson!"

The village chief's wife flinched, then bent down to pick up the debris.

It's just that when he couldn't see, a flash of hatred flashed in his eyes, why didn't he die, why didn't he die!

No one knew that this man pretended to be honest and generous on the surface, but in fact he had a penchant for violence, and it was even worse after drinking. Her body was covered with blue and purple welts, and new wounds covered up old wounds.

20 years, a full 20 years!

She has been waiting, waiting for the vengeance to be avenged, and the bright sun will finally shine on this rotting village in a dark corner, and then evaporate the blood that flows, expose their dark hearts, and let the white flowers bloom and bloom On the land where countless corpses are buried.

Then she went home, and her parents were old, but they were still waiting for her to come back.

……

"Hurry up, take your time, you didn't eat at night!"

However, the current reality is that another whiplash is added to the scrawny sick body, and the wife of the village head has no choice but to clench her teeth and speed up the movements of her subordinates.

Seeing this, Wang Dayong snorted coldly, continued to drink with his bowl, and sang a few ditties when he was happy. snoring.

He dreamed, dreamed of a house decorated with the character "囍", the red tiles were beaming, no one knew how they came about.

Hey, if you stain blood with earth tiles, it becomes a bright color.

Is this a wedding?

Wang Dayong walked in blissfully, and saw a feast on the table, but he didn't have the heart to eat it, so he couldn't wait to enter the back room, and he saw a red figure sitting in the middle of the bed.

He was eager to take off the red hijab, and rushed forward like a wolf, but fell on the bed in no time, and suddenly felt a dull pain in his waist.

Wang Dayong's face turned pale from the pain, but he did not forget to look for the shadow. She was standing by the window, as if watching the sudden rainstorm outside very sadly, and she didn't know when it would be sunny.

A wretched smile appeared on Wang Dayong's face, "Baby, what's so interesting about rain, why don't you come and see me?"

Hong Ying turned his head, but couldn't see his face through the red hijab, so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks for a while, supported the bed with his hands, and then rushed forward fiercely, but the red shadow disappeared again, and his head hit the wooden window The pain caused him to scream "Aww".

However, this collision finally brought his mind back. He was obviously drinking at home, and then seemed to fall asleep. Now, is he dreaming?

Wang Dayong covered his head and looked back, but unfortunately his head was still dizzy, one shadow turned into three, and then five.

He shook his head, sat on the ground and asked with difficulty: "Who the hell are you?"

Hong Ying walked up to him and knelt down, as if she really wanted to tease him seriously, after a while she stretched out her hand and grabbed his neck, grinning as if to say: Guess.

The hands on the neck tightened more and more, and his pale face turned blue-purple due to poor breathing. Wang Dayong kept slapping the person in front of him, kicking his feet aimlessly, and then finally pulled the red hijab with his forceful hands. He stared straight at the corner, and finally tore it off with all his strength.

The next second, the pupils who were trying to concentrate suddenly shrank, "Yes, it's you..."

……

At the same time, Xu Zhaohe looked at the petite figure standing under the umbrella. Although it would change slightly when it turned into a ghost, it was indeed a lotus.

The real lotus is here, who is the other red wedding dress?