Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

"Du", "Du", "Du".

The crisp sound of hitting the ground sounded from a dark corner.

Along with the sound of procrastinating footsteps, a rough and hoarse voice came from that direction:

"I didn't expect you to actually find this place."

The dim light of the flashlight penetrated the sticky darkness, and with the movement of Gexiu's wrist, he moved towards the door. A wrinkled old face appeared not far away, and those cloudy eyes that were covered with a layer of shadow stared intently. Looking at Gexiu, under the light of the flashlight, there was a sinister cold light reflected.

The dense human puppets above the head shook gently, making a "wiping" sound, as if the friction sound made by the cloth swinging in the wind.

Blurred and stiff smiling faces looked down, looking particularly eerie and strange against the coffins piled up in the entire ancestral hall.

I don't know when the wind started to blow outside.

The whistling wind made a whistle-like sound, banging against the tightly closed doors and windows of the ancestral hall, as if to shake the whole building, but the air in the ancestral hall was still stagnant and dead, like an isolated and independent space.

Ge Xiu raised his eyebrows, without much surprise on his face:

"It's you."

The stooped old woman walked slowly towards him, the smile on her face getting bigger and bigger:

"Do you still like the coffin I chose for you?"

Ge Xiu tilted his face slightly, his eyes swept over his side.

Next to the coffin that lay the bloody corpse, there was another coffin. The coffin was dark in color, and the lid was wide open, exposing the snow-white lining inside, which was particularly glaring in the dim light.

The old woman had already walked in front of Ge Xiu at this moment.

Her eyes are sinister and greedy, like a viscous viper, swimming close to the skin like a substance, slowly sweeping from the top of Gexiu's head to his feet, with an intoxicated voice, softly murmured: "It's so beautiful ..."

The old woman stretched out her shrunken and rough hands like dead tree bark, her sharp black fingertips looked strangely sharp, she gave a rough low laugh:

"Although I don't know how you brought him in."

"But as long as he's here, he won't be able to come in." The hand that looked like an eagle's claw reached out to Gexiu, tightly grasping his wrist, and the palm as rough as sandpaper firmly pressed against him on the skin.

Amidst the banging of doors and windows, her voice was gloomy and joyful: "It doesn't matter how many times he hits it."

The gust of wind outside the ancestral hall was howling, as if it was about to uproot the entire ancestral hall. The crazy wind shook and hit the walls and windows, making deafening noises, like a boat shaking in a storm, but inside the boat was as silent as before.

Wrinkled fingers gently caressed the young man's slender and clean wrist, as well as the fair and delicate skin.

The old woman let out a girlish "giggle" laugh:

"—You will become my most beautiful doll."

Ge Xiu, who had been silent since just now, suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the old woman's skinny wrist.

The old woman was taken aback, and looked up at the other party.

The young man's eyes drooped slightly, the eyeballs hidden under the eyelashes were dark and cold, and the surrounding light was dim, making his face more and more fair, with a peaceful expression, without the slightest sense of tension that his life safety was threatened.

The corners of his light-colored lips were slightly raised, with a slight arc of smile:

"Why do you think... I dared to come in because I brought him?"

——What else?

The old woman froze for a moment, her cloudy eyes stared blankly at the face that was close at hand, and she couldn't turn her head around for a while.

If it wasn't for this evil god who didn't even dare to get close to her, how could she leave the room so boldly in the middle of the night, and even come to the ancestral hall without fear? , her dolls are getting more and more as time goes by, she has never seen any player dare to wander around like this without fear of death.

The smile on Gosho's lips deepened.

The strength between his fingers increased slowly, he grabbed the opponent's wrist, and pulled the opponent's dark and haggard hand away from his arm little by little.

The old woman's fingers trembled slightly due to excessive force, and the skinny and sharp claw-like hands were opened, but they were slowly and irresistibly pulled away from the opponent's skin, slowly distanced from the soft and warm skin and Slender and delicate bones farther and farther away—

Her eyes widened suddenly, and the eyeballs covered with a layer of cloudy shadow trembled slightly due to shock.

This, how is this possible? !

The old woman could clearly feel the pain caused by the other party's tight grip on her wrist. It was so clear and sure, as if it had been branded on her wrist. Her skin shriveled and thin like paper and her fragile body The bones made a rustling sound under the heavy pressure.

The pain was so vivid and real, she had never felt it since she became such a powerful being.

How could this be? !

Why is this happening? ! !

The old woman raised her head in disbelief, looking at the peaceful face of the young man, a feeling of creepiness that she had never felt before slowly rose from her back.

... Who the hell is he? !

The young man smiled, then raised his foot without warning, and kicked her abdomen hard.

The old woman was kicked out unexpectedly and fell heavily to the ground.

Leaning on the crooked cane, she stood up slowly, and her rickety figure became shorter than before. After coughing a few times, she slowly raised her head, her face twisted with hatred and anger. His face became more and more ugly, and every wrinkle on his face seemed to be trembling.

She screamed hoarsely:

"Kill him for me!!!"

As the old woman's voice fell, the puppet hanging on the top of the ancestral hall seemed to have heard the order, and the stiff faces suddenly changed into hideous and terrifying expressions, as if being manipulated by an invisible puppet thread , suddenly flew towards the young man standing under the ancestral hall.

Gosho chuckled lightly.

The ear-piercing sound of "sting" and "stinging" sounded in the empty ancestral hall, and each piece of human skin was torn into pieces by violence, and fell limply to the ground. The dense number seemed to have completely affected him. Without any threat, it is as vulnerable as a piece of paper.

The expression on the old woman's face changed from complacency to surprise, and then from surprise to panic.

All spiritual existences are completely useless to the human beings in front of them, and all metaphysical attacks can be resolved by absolute violence.

She seemed to have finally realized the mistake she made, and the wrinkles on her face that looked like old bark trembled twice.

The old woman turned around wisely and wanted to slip away, but before she could do anything, she felt her neckline being grabbed.

That power was almost unshakable, no matter how much she pulled, she couldn't break free from it.

She froze.

The old woman turned her head slowly, bit by bit.

Not far away, the still-lit flashlight was lying on the ground, rolling along the ground towards the distance, making a crisp crashing sound when it hit the floor of one of the coffins.

It rolled twice, and finally stopped moving.

Under the dim and flickering light, amidst the increasingly fierce howling wind around him, the young man's calm face looked so eerie, and even the slightly upturned corners of his mouth had an almost weird subtlety. radian:

"Where do you want to go?"

he asked with a smile in his voice.

The old woman: "..."

She shrank her body subconsciously, and her cloudy eyes were stained with a little horror.

Two 10 minutes later.

The gate of the ancestral hall was kicked open, and a black lacquered thing was thrown out of it. After rolling a few times on the ground, it hit the threshold of the ancestral hall and stopped.

That group of dark shadows coughed violently and crawled into the distance tremblingly.

The howling and shaking wind outside the ancestral hall building stopped suddenly.

The next second, Gexiu, who had just stepped out of the gate of the ancestral hall, felt a strong impact from the front, and then, a cold body wrapped tightly around him, and a pair of arms pressed him firmly into his arms.

Gosho: "..."

He wondered if he could hear ribs rubbing against each other.

He raised his hand with some difficulty, and slowly patted the man who seemed to want to embed the two bodies together, blending them together, and said word by word with difficulty:

"Let go, hand, I... can't breathe."

The man finally relaxed his strength.

He let go of Ge Xiu, a pair of dark eyes nervously swept Ge Xiu from head to toe, and his voice was slightly tense:

"How are you? Are you hurt? Are you feeling okay?"

A series of questions were fired at Gexiu like a cannonball, he pinched the bridge of his nose with some headache:

"...Which one do you want me to answer first?"

Behind the two of them, the dark mass slowly squirmed towards the door, as if it wanted to take this opportunity to sneak away from here.

The man seemed to realize something, and turned his head to look behind him.

The pale, gloomy face grew even more gloomy.

The next second, with a light hook of his fingertips, the black shadow seemed to be pulled towards the direction of the two of them as if being pulled by some invisible force, and then fell heavily to Gexiu. feet.

The distorted and ugly face trembled and lifted up:

"I've answered all your questions... What else do you want to..."

Ge Xiu narrowed his eyes and said kindly:

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you."

Before the dark ghost could breathe a sigh of relief, the young man in front of him leaned on the shoulder of the man beside him as if he had no bones.

The smile on Gexiu's face was pure and harmless, and he said casually:

"But... I don't have a good memory. What did you just say? I will be your most beautiful puppet?"

The old woman: "..."

At that moment, although the ghost was not sensitive to temperature perception, she could still clearly notice that the surrounding temperature dropped suddenly.

The man standing next to the young man lowered his eyes and stared fixedly at the ghost lying on the ground. There was nothing in those dark eyes, and it was difficult to distinguish between emotions and anger, but the gloomy evil spirit seemed to have a substantial Approaching in front of her, the sense of oppression that seemed to come from her soul made her tremble involuntarily.

Ge Xiu fanned the flames with a smile:

"By the way, did you still want me to have a ghost marriage with that dead player?"

The man's face suddenly darkened.

The old woman's eyes suddenly went dark: "..."

Ruined.

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