Airborne Wedding Site [Quick Transmigration]

On the old-fashioned bus, the black-haired young man was wiping his forehead with a handkerchief in a panic, but the blood stain was as stubborn as it was engraved between the eyebrows, and it made his pretty face a little weirder for no reason.

"Want to come over and sit down?"

With a hoarse voice, an old woman sitting by the window looked at the young man benevolently. She seemed to be seriously ill, and she looked like a broken bellows when she was panting.

Respecting the old and caring for the young is a traditional virtue that everyone in Country Z knows. Chi Hui leaned on the railing and shook his head decisively and quickly: "No, you sit down."

Although he wanted to court death very much, but this kind of trap is tricky at first glance, unless the original owner is set up by a fool, he will fall for it.

"Ugh……"

Hearing that the young man rejected his request, the corners of the old woman's mouth were straightened, and her face changed very quickly. The other passengers did not respond to the conversation between the two, but just stared at Chi Hui greedily.

Only the driver who was wearing a stand-up collar windbreaker and a hat was quite normal. He drove without saying a word, and from Chi Hui's perspective, the other side's profile was very young.

Trying his best to ignore the gazes that fell on him, the young man looked around to find the driving route in the compartment, but to his surprise, the compartment of this bus was very clean, not to mention the route list, even those that should have been plastered all over. The advertising slots are also empty.

Do they all know where they are going?

Seeing that the only middle-aged man who had spoken to him was sleeping with his eyes closed, the young man could only ask the driver in fear, "Excuse me, where are we going?"

……

There was no answer, no one on the bus spoke, and Chi Hui couldn't even hear the roar of the engine. Knowing that he was on a thief boat, he still pretended to raise his volume: "I want to get off the bus!"

As if they heard some big joke, the originally quiet passengers suddenly whispered among each other, the voice was high-pitched and thin, which made people feel bored.

Under the dark red sky, the No. 44 bus was still speeding forward at a high speed, and the bustling city was gradually left behind. The driver turned the car into the path in the dense fog without taking his eyes off it, driving the bus out of the racing posture.

So cold.

His teeth chattered up and down, and the young man no longer felt the summer heat that belonged to City S. This kind of coldness was similar to the impression Huo Shiyu had given him, but the latter never let the coldness hurt him.

So, are all the ghosts in this car?

As if to confirm the conjecture in the young man's mind, there was a sudden commotion in the strangely calm carriage, and the passengers who were "pinned" to the seats looked anxious, and stretched their arms to grab Chi Hui's position——

"Want to come over and sit down?"

The voices of men, women, and children converged in one place, layered upon layer upon layer, making people frightened. As the young driver stepped on the gas pedal, they suddenly revealed their original hideous appearance.

The rich round face was no longer there, and the old lady who asked Chi Hui at first lost weight in an instant. At first glance, she looked like a short skeleton wrapped in human skin;

And the middle-aged man who was always different from other passengers, he looked sideways to the outside of the car, and there was a big bloody hole on his forehead...

The underworld is approaching, and the appearance of a hundred ghosts. These pictures that should not be seen by ordinary people are displayed clearly in front of the young man. The courage comes from nowhere. The young man backed up a few steps, and then slammed into him with all his strength. car door.

"puff."

There was a soft sound like the bursting of bubbles, and the young man didn't feel any pain, and fell out of the seemingly solid front door with ease.

Chi Hui, who was about to get himself injured and caught: ...? ? ?

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the car door that was "knocked open" by the living soul. The young driver turned his head slightly and focused his gaze on a point in the void: "Master Ghost King."

Thick black mist condenses, dark frost spreads, mixed with a coercion that makes all ghosts fear, the ghost king in black robes appears out of thin air, and the passengers who were baring their teeth and claws before all behave like quails in the next second.

"Ghost bride..." Thinking of his previous identity as a living soul, the young driver looked puzzled, "Why didn't you bring him back to the mortal world in the first place?"

With the ability of the ghost king, the other party shouldn't let the young man set foot on this bus at all.

The passengers who once coveted the little bride were scattered by the ghost king with a wave of their sleeves, leaving only the smartest and most interesting middle-aged man on the seat, gently brushing his unwrinkled left sleeve, the ghost king said with a blank expression: " He didn't call me."

It's clearly agreed, the next time you encounter danger, you must call his name first.

However, from the car accident to the present, the young man has never thought of himself once.

I don't know what kind of fun the ghost king and his bride are having, the young driver nodded half-understood, not caring that the other party ruined his performance today, and drove the only passenger to hell, the frost-covered 44 On the bus, the ghost king disappeared in an instant.

If he remembered correctly, the location where the ghost bride fell out seemed to be a cemetery?After such a series of shocks and scares, that young man is really pitiful...

——Close the steering wheel in your hand, the young driver thought so.

It was dusk, and the "poor" Chi Hui was lying on his back among a row of tombstones.

The unknown bug hid in the grass and moaned feebly. The black-haired young man climbed up from the ground in embarrassment, feeling his back hurting from being hit.

Guessing that he would not be seriously injured, Chi Hui did not ask 0527 to use his points to provide protection. He took out a mobile phone with a full signal from his pocket, and found that he had really returned to reality from the underworld.

[This Huangquan Road has no cards. 】

Dissatisfied, Chi Hui patted the ashes on his clothes, and turned on the flashlight that came with his phone to illuminate it. In the gloomy twilight, all the smiling photos in the daytime became weird and hateful.

In such a dark and silent environment, all fears would be infinitely magnified, and the young man's hands and feet were numb and he dared not move forward, so he had to call the police tremblingly.

"Beep-beep-beep-"

Waiting in a crisis is often painful, once, twice, three times... the phone has not been connected for a long time, and the young man who is afraid that the busy sound will attract dirty things has to hang up it unwillingly.

The cemetery in front of him was desolate and desolate, there was not even a guard on duty at night, and he realized that there was no way to locate himself on a certain map, so the young man could only circle the cemetery like a headless chicken.

[This time I will choose to freeze to death. 】

Seriously and dedicatedly walked to the sore calf, Chi Hui randomly found a place with fewer tombstones and sat down. Although the temperature in S city is extremely high in summer nights, there will always be some "accidents" in the cemetery.

Besides, this body did feel a coldness penetrating into the bone marrow.

[That's your husband's aura, ] Scanning a familiar black shadow silently releasing air-conditioning, 0527 secretly suppressed a smile, [Huo Shiyu is here. 】

Keeping the promise in mind, Chi Hui: [... I remember I didn't call him? 】

[But he still came. ] Calculated that the ghost king could fool his own scan without using his ability, 0527 carefully encrypted and saved the data, and prepared to report it to the bureau after leaving the world.

But he still came.

Hearing 0527's objective statement of the facts, Chi Hui hugged his knees with his hands, feeling sore in his heart.

Logically speaking, the King of Ghosts, who gets rid of evil spirits and doesn't have to worry about getting out of control, no longer needs to protect his so-called wife. The other party has repeatedly committed dangers recently, after all, it's all for himself...

Hiding in the dark and watching the young man put his head down, the ghost king who mistakenly thought that the other party was crying frowned, and couldn't hold back his cold face anymore. Just as he was about to show up to save someone, he heard a voice in his ear that seemed to come from afar. Come, faint call—

"Huo Shiyu."

That was the imprint he left on the little bride. As long as the other party called his full name, Lord Ghost King would sense it. The black mist filled the air silently, and Chi Hui soon saw the hem of the clothes hanging down at his feet.

"Why did you come here?"

The villain complained first, and the black-haired young man raised his head aggrievedly, with a hint of crying in his voice, he bit his lower lip lightly, looking very pitiful as if he was about to cry or not: "Mr. Huo, I'm afraid..."

As the saying goes: A hero is saddened by a beauty. Even though he had already thought about how to punish the other party in his heart, when Huo Shiyu really stood in front of the young man, he still inevitably softened his heart.

Leaning over and passing the young man's leg with his left hand, the Ghost King hugged his little bride up: "It's all my husband's fault, it's because my husband came late, don't be afraid, okay?"

Patting the other's back with his right hand, the man softly comforted the frightened young man in his arms. He restrained the coldness around his body, and carefully borrowed the temperature of summer night to increase his body temperature.

Realizing that the other party's fingers holding onto his shoulders tightened a little, Huo Shiyu calmly let the young man approach him: "Why don't you talk? My husband won't let you have any accidents, my wife has to trust me."

Believe in you, there are ghosts!Who was hiding and bullying others just now?

The bruised bruise on his back was in dull pain, and when Chi Hui became emotional, he didn't care about the other party's bad intentions, and immediately dropped golden beans crackling.

0527 was dumbfounded: 【...I didn't see you cry like this before when you were stabbed with a knife. 】

Crying children have sweets to eat, and Chi Hui, who can cry, is hurt by the King of Ghosts. I have never seen a young man so wronged. Master Ghost King coaxed and persuaded him, and took the young man back to the old house in a few breaths. .

The house where the host was ushered in was brightly lit, and it didn't look cold and gloomy in the past. When he noticed that he was lightly placed on the bed by the other party, Chi Hui, who sounded the alarm in his head, immediately shut up, but still couldn't stop hitting a little hiccup.

The warm and ambiguous atmosphere was destroyed in an instant, the ghost king helplessly supported his forehead, and lightly nodded on the young man's forehead: "You."

On weekdays, Huo Shiyu, who loves to be the most cowardly, but who often "threats" the other party, knows that the young man is actually very tenacious in his bones. Even in his own bed, the other party has never cried so disregarding his face.

Thinking of this, the man looked at his finger with a bit of hostility in his eyes. Chi Hui followed the other's line of sight and saw the blood that could not be wiped off was suspended in the shape of a drop of water. Time to meet the fingertips.

Warm and cool as jade, with a little callus...

bah bah bah!

Desperately shaking off the discordant associations in his mind, Chi Hui watched with his own eyes that the drop of chicken blood was frozen into ice, and then crushed by the black-clothed ghost king with a sneer.

"puff--"

In Zhou's villa, Zhou Mei, who was kneeling in front of the incense table, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

The author has something to say: Chi Hui: Cry till hiccup. (It’s really useful for the wicked to sue first, hehe)

Huo Shiyu: angry. (So ​​cute, I still miss Japan.)

0527: Didn't you mean chicken blood? Why did Zhou Mei vomit blood...?

The whole family has a serious system at 0527 hhhhh, today is the winter solstice, happy winter solstice, little angels, remember to eat dumplings.

Daily comparison, mua.