Jiang Xinyou really couldn't agree with the customs and customs of the feudal village, but thinking about the current matter, I'm afraid she would have to stay here all night.

At that time, the dark sky was gray, as if it was covered with a layer of haze that could not be removed.

Going further, Jiang Xinyou and others saw a row of high-hanging red lanterns. The house in front of them looked a bit old, with dark green vines hanging down the outer walls. Jiang Xinyou turned her head and saw that among the towering ancient trees.

There was a small dark shadow standing next to it, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Qingshang beside him also stopped and turned his attention to the old house in front of him: "This is the village chief's home."

As soon as she finished speaking, gusts of cold wind hit her from behind. Jiang Xinyou hugged her arms, goosebumps appeared all over her body, and even her voice seemed a little trembling: "Is there anything abnormal?"

Qingshang's answer was honest: "I didn't have it when I came here, but now...it's not necessarily possible."

After saying that, she turned her head to ask Leng Yan and Qian Shuang for their opinions: "Would you like to go in and take a look?"

Once you've come, you'll be in peace, Leng Yan thought, it's okay to go in and have a look, so he walked up the steps and walked along the bluestone path to the pale door of the old house. Just as he was about to reach out and push the door open, the door was blocked by a gust of cold wind.

It was scratched open.

The sound of decaying friction filled his ears, and a strange feeling spread instantly.

The dark old house was filled with a strange black air. Leng Yan stepped in and heard a crunch as he stepped across the cracks in the wooden floor under his feet.

"Everyone, be careful."

Although it was just an illusion, there were still dangers all around. Leng Yan looked around cautiously. There was nothing in the empty room, only the cold wind blowing in.

At this moment, a red figure appeared in front of everyone.

It was a little girl who was only eleven or twelve years old, with pale cheeks and wearing a blood-colored wedding dress. She was standing behind an antique wicker chair covered with cobwebs, looking at them intently with her red-black eyes and a pair of bloodless lips.

He opened his mouth slightly, revealing a pair of white teeth.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Leng Yan and Qian Shuang looked at each other and were about to take action when another black shadow slowly emerged from the wall and tightly held the hand of the girl in red.

This was a boy about the same age as the girl. He had been dead for many years. His skin had turned black, and he had a deep anger between his eyebrows. Jiang Xinyou thought about it and seemed to understand something. She quickly stepped forward and faced the two ghost children.

Said: "Are you the children of the village chief's family?"

As soon as these words came out, the male ghost was angered. The little ghost child glared angrily and looked at Jiang Xinyou fiercely, with sharp eyes like a knife: "She is my bride, no one of you can take her away!"

They are here to deal with the devil's son. Who would snatch the female ghost child?

At this moment, Jiang Xinyou couldn't laugh or cry, and quickly waved her hands and said: "We will not steal your bride. If you lead us to find the whereabouts of the Devil's Son, I guarantee that it will not have the chance to steal your bride again."

Jiang Xinyou guessed well. The little ghost girl in front of her was the one who had a ghost marriage with the devil's son. Upon hearing this, the male ghost boy turned away his anger, frowned, and asked in disbelief: "What did you say?

But really?"

"Of course! We are here to eradicate the devil's son!"
Chapter completed!