The mark on his wrist became more and more burning.
Balian felt a trace of deep hatred in this hot pain.
Finally, the team stopped in front of an ancient dilapidated house that was rarely visited.
The desolate house is surrounded by misery and the wind is whining.
The deserted house is deep and secluded, and behind it is a towering cliff and an abyss. The cliff is barren and thorns and weeds grow wildly.
There are many rocks, and an ancient tree with bare branches and leaves grows in front of the cliff.
The trunk of the tree is extremely thick, as thick as a dozen people can hug it. It is wild and vigorous, its roots are all over the cliff, and its yin energy is very heavy. I am afraid that if it absorbs the yin energy of a few more years, this ancient tree may become a demon.
The old house has old walls, moss-covered grass steps, and is desolate and deserted.
The two will-o'-the-wisps in front of the team jumped and fell into the two old yellow paper lanterns hanging in the front yard of the deserted house.
A green will-o'-the-wisp jumped into it, and the flames instantly turned blood red, illuminating the steps, making it eerie and eerie.
The deserted house was empty, and Bai Lian did not see Youguilang.
After getting out of the big red sedan chair, a mound of earth suddenly rose up from the soft earth under his feet. Bailian's expression remained unchanged as he watched a woman in a green shirt emerge from the mound.
The woman's complexion took on a lifeless, leaden color, and her neck was covered with corpse spots. It seemed like she had been dead for a long time.
She staggered and stood up, swaying from side to side. As she moved, a string of bells around her waist jingled.
Bailian's expression changed slightly, and he obviously recognized the bell.
This is the identity bell of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance.
This woman is from the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance.
He actually died here.
Fang Geyu suddenly whispered: "I know her. She was Lan Youdie's personal maid. She died in Meng Chengzhi's hands, but I didn't expect that the body was hidden in this deserted house."
In this way, Mr. Shuzhai's work for Yu Guilang is even more conscientious.
The dead woman had no soul under her body. She was like an empty puppet. She walked stiffly in front of Balian, and with her mottled fingers, she removed the red ribbon from his hair and replaced it with a white mourning ribbon.
Dress, red makeup, and white belt to tie up her hair.
This is an ancient wedding dress from the Zhongyou Dynasty.
Balian allowed himself to be done, and after changing the headband, the deserted house suddenly became lively.
Dozens of identical earthen bags arched up in the ground, and a figure crawled out of the tomb without a monument.
There are men and women, most of them are wearing auspicious red clothes.
Most of the bodies of the men and women in red who crawled out from deeper underground were already in decay.
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have imagined that the ancient city of Xianling, which is famous for its celestial beings, actually harbors such a large number of walking corpses.
Fang Geyu rarely showed a quiet side, his eyes coldly scanned the scene in front of him, but he did not show the girl's panic or confusion.
The deserted house is deep, dilapidated and dark.
A female corpse in red clothes has a pair of empty eyes. It seems that this woman died not long ago, and there is no strong corpse smell on her body like other corpses.
But even this made Fang Geyu, who had a mysophobia, feel as sick as eating ten pounds of dead fish internal organs.
Balian was afraid that Fang Geyu wouldn't be able to bear it any longer. In a rage, he drew his sword and chopped the corpses into pieces.
In the peripheral vision, her body trembled slightly, and her bare hands under the red sleeves were clenched into small fists. However, she did not have an attack after all, and was temporarily led into the hospital by the female corpse.
In the inner courtyard of the deserted house, another ancient tree grew. Different from the withered old tree on the edge of the cliff, this tree had lush branches and leaves, and fireflies were flying around.
The two tall figures who had originally welcomed the bride came over, swaying and supporting each other, and took their seats one after another.
Looking at this movement and posture, there is actually some warmth and harmony that is somewhat distant, like a country couple who have supported each other and relied on each other for many years.
There was just one of them, who seemed to be a middle-aged and wealthy man. His paper head was smashed by Fang Geyu. His strength seemed to be exhausted. Now that he walked back to the deserted house, he could only feel that his body was covered with blood.
He slumped on the chair helplessly.
The other one seemed to be his wife, gently soothing the breath on his chest.
But can this paper man still breathe?
Balian was deeply doubtful about this.
With the sound of gongs and drums, apricot blossoms were flying, adding a bit of sweet and strange floral fragrance to the air.
The white ribbon floats and the bell rings.
The cold wind suddenly picked up, ruffling a pool of spring water with apricot blossoms, causing ripples in the still pool and lingering petals, adding a touch of ancient spring beauty to this quiet and deep cold night.
The mark of ghost marriage on the wrist becomes more and more hot, like a red-hot carbon fire branded into the skin.
The intense pain made Balian frown.
He was not afraid of pain, but was a little worried about Fang Geyu.
Subconsciously, he turned his head and glanced at her. Even though the mark on his wrist was as scarlet as a reminder of death, he saw that the face under the thin red gauze had the same expression, without any change.
Balian was a little surprised that she could endure the pain so much.
There was a stinging pain in Bai Lian's wrist, and the ghost's marriage mark burned his skin like weeping blood. A wisp of bright red blood turned into a zigzag red line, and the same scene happened on Fang Geyu's side.
The two-phase red wires are twisted around each other to form a concentric knot.
The pain dissipated, the mark became numb, and gradually, there was a tickling warmth in the wrist.
The warmth flooded into my mind like substance.
Bai Lian was slightly stunned, his eyes were blank for a moment, and he turned his head to look at Fang Geyu subconsciously. His clear consciousness seemed to be occupied by something incomprehensible for a very brief moment.
Staring at the beautiful woman next to him actually gave him an illusion.
One way is that tonight is the day he and her get married, and the girl beside him is the wife he will spend his whole life with.
This thought made Bai Li'an terrified all his life, and his mind suddenly became clear.
On the other hand, Fang Geyu snorted coldly and looked at the red line on her wrist playfully, as if watching a child's trick, but she was not affected by it at all.
In the dark depths, a dark and cold sight detected.
Fang Geyu's eyes moved slightly, and then he made a deeply affected, ignorant and affectionate look. He glanced at Balian shyly and called out in a soft voice, "Langjun~"
Bai Lian couldn't help but tremble violently, and with sharp eyes he noticed the cold hairs on Fang Ge Yuxiu's neck, and goosebumps popped out.
And that little look in his eyes that seems to be welcoming but contains a sharp murderous intent.
I wish I could stare him to death!
Fang Geyu, who has always been venomous, never called him such a disgusting name.
Balian thought blankly, are you sure you don't want to say, 'Bitch thief! Take your life!'
Fang Geyu took a deep breath, and when no one saw it, he tapped each other with his two index fingers in front of his chest, lowered his head and whispered in a low voice: "It's fake, everything that happened tonight is fake, Ge
Don’t take it seriously.”
After entering the room, the bride's hijab is lifted, and the female body in red washes away the remaining makeup, leaving only the red lipstick. Under the dim candlelight, the girl's face is clear and fair.
There were servants bringing tea and water, coming and going, dressed thoughtfully.
Bai Lian untied the white hair tie in her hair, looked at the boy with dark eyes, and pursed her lips in silence.
The deserted house is full of evil spirits and dead people.
But this boy is a living person.
Moreover, Bai Lian recognized this living person, and Fang Geyu also recognized him.
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