is this marriage

"Garlic cloves?"

The foreign object in his mouth was pulled away by Zhong Ye, Jiang Yuluo coughed twice, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and recognized that the puppy that had flung himself on the butcher's face and was scratching his empty eye sockets was his deer dog.

"Wang Woo!"

Garlic petals ran away after scratching, and wanted to pounce on Jiang Yuluo again with a full face, but was amputated in mid-air, and Zhong Ye grabbed the skin folds of the back of the head without any mistakes, and said coldly:

"Tell your dog not to drool on my clothes."

Suanban'er protested at the sound, stared at Shui Lingling's eyes aggrievedly and whimpered at Jiang Yuluo, wanting to seek comfort from the master.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yuluo nodded, "Put your tongue away and rub it against me."

"Jiang Yuluo! You messed up my concubine's business again! This concubine is going to kill you this time!"

Outside the door, Gu Lulu, the sorceress whose neck was wiped by Zhong Ye, raised her head, and tremblingly got up in a strange posture of broken bones, her five fingers gave birth to a half-meter-long red armour, and she spit blood and looked at Jiang Yuluo gloomily:

"You come here as a concubine!"

"Why should I listen to you——hello?!"

Jiang Yuluo was relying on Zhong Yezai to try to be strong, but the matchmaker's hair, which was tied to his hand at the beginning, suddenly exerted force, pulling him into the hands of the yin matchmaker like a thousand pounds of force.

"Jiang Yuluo!"

Zhong Ye threw out a cluster of will-o'-the-wisps and burned them along the hair to the matchmaker's head, but the red-eyed matchmaker was not afraid of this little burn, and frantically refused to let go, determined to smash Jiang Yuluo into pieces ten thousand paragraphs.

"Elder Sister, what kind of enmity do I have with you, you won't let me go even if you burn like this."

Jiang Yuluo was about to be wrapped into a cocoon by her [-]-foot white hair, and his combat strength was almost equal to a negative number. He knew that he was helping Zhong Ye by not moving around and causing trouble.

"What grudge? Ha! What is this little will-o'-the-wisp compared to the suffering I suffered in the steamer hell?!"

The matchmaker sneered, seeing that Zhong Ye's palm was about to strike, she dragged her broken limbs and bones to dodge in a hurry, and the recovered butcher put his arm in front of her. The Yin matchmaker's cervical spine, which had just been broken by Zhong Ye, creaked and made a terrible sound.

"The man is handed over to you, guest officer, and your beautiful lady will be taken care of by my concubine first."

"Stop directing me!"

The butcher felt that he had been humiliated, and was furious, with rumbling hot air coming out of his nose, he pulled out a big knife that was hot with iron from nowhere, and slashed at Zhong Ye yelling.

"Humph."

The matchmaker snorted disdainfully, and didn't recognize Zhong Ye in human skin, she just thought it was some kind of petty Taoist priest meddling in her own business.

"I persuaded you a long time ago, and told you that Zhong Kui would come to save me from your lair."

Jiang Yuluo calmly watched Zhong Ye and the butcher beating each other like two whirlwinds, and calmly signaled Suanbian to get under the bed to take refuge.

"Joke, you and Zhong Kui are at odds with each other, no ghost knows, expect him to save you? If he doesn't take the opportunity to fix you up, it's your shit luck."

The matchmaker grabbed Jiang Yuluo's neck, and her sharp pink nails immediately left a deep pinch mark on his neck. Jiang Yuluo coughed violently, making it difficult to breathe.

This female ghost really wanted to kill him.

"Is it unbearable to hold back? Being a concubine makes you feel the pain of the heart!"

The iron-cut nails tore the flesh, and brought a series of dense blood beads. Jiang Yuluo's fair face was instantly covered with sticky blood, and his pupils dilated slightly, as if he couldn't bear the sudden blow. pain.

"Hmm...cough cough, cough—"

Another mouthful of hot blood gushed out of her throat, and the matchmaker looked at the golden curse mark running through her abdomen in disbelief. Before the killing intent and madness in her eyes faded, the bone meridians were filled with golden light and burst from the inside out. The last few blood bubbles popped out of her mouth, and she murmured hoarsely:

"Zhong...Zhong Kui...?! Are you really Zhong Kui?! Impossible...that's Jiang Yuluo! That's Jiang Yuluo—!"

Amidst the hoarse screams, the shattered body of the Yin Matchmaker fell heavily on the ground, touching the soil and turning into dust, which turned into dust blown away by the wind under Zhong Kui's feet.

"Hundred ghosts and evil thieves, whoever is me will perish."

Zhong Kui said coldly.

His words are like laws.

Jiang Pan is good at spells, while Zhong Ye is good at speaking, imprinting spells into spells, and using laws to kill evil spirits.

Originally, he didn't want to show too much power in front of Jiang Yuluo, fearing that a stimulus would arouse his unlovable memories, but this shady matchmaker and resentful butcher are not low-level, and it might take some time if they don't take it seriously.

The most important thing is that Jiang Yuluo's tow bottle is really good.

Lian Lian'er lay under the bed and stared at a pair of dog eyes, witnessing that the giant butcher who had just fought equally with Zhong Ye collapsed like a clay figurine in an instant, and Zhong Ye didn't even catch his breath. The ghost of a yin official turned into two wisps of dust and smoke.

"Can you stand up?"

Zhong Ye walked up to Jiang Yuluo.

He was still in the same posture just now, unable to recover from the shadow of the matchmaker who almost died close to his face for a long time. The shots in the movie are all bloody and terrifying.

Jiang Yuluo, a firm believer in materialism, No. 1 fear of ghosts in the underworld, after experiencing this catastrophe, he has strengthened his belief: feudal superstition is nothing to do, and it is better not to have those underworld things in this world.

"Jiang Yuluo?"

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, Zhong Ye leaned down and yelled in his ear several times.

Jiang Yuluo remained unresponsive until Zhong Ye reached out to help him wipe off the blood on his face, and accidentally touched the wound that the matchmaker's long nails had scratched on his face just now, and he refocused with a hiss. line of sight.

It was like sinking alone in the bottomless black sea, when suddenly a hand with his familiar body temperature and smell reached out to him.

"very painful."

Jiang Yuluo touched the wound on his face, if Zhong Ye hadn't arrived in time, it wouldn't be as simple as making a small cut.

"Let me see."

Zhong Ye brushed his hand away, and forcefully broke Jiang Yuluo's jaw to check the scars on his face.

"ask you a question,"

Jiang Yuluo frowned in pain. Although the wound was not deep, it was still bleeding. He let Zhong Ye turn his head to examine carefully.

"ask."

Zhong Ye confirmed that there was only a small gash on his face, although it cannot be said to be a slight scratch, but it can be described as nothing.

"Do you need to get the mad ghost vaccine or tetanus if you get scratched by a ghost?"

"..."

"Hey, don't go, give me a hand."

Seeing Zhong Ye get up and leave, Jiang Yuluo hurriedly grabbed the hem of his clothes and stood up unsteadily.

Only then did Zhong Ye see clearly that the old-fashioned pink cheongsam on his body had long been violently torn into mop strips by the butcher, and SpongeBob's socks had been trampled to black. The only upper body that could be said to be intact... …The butcher also unbuttoned the upper body, leaving the neckline wide open, revealing moon-white skin.

"How many times have I told you to dress properly."

Zhong Ye finally couldn't stand it anymore, and personally pulled Jiang Yuluo's collar to help him fasten the buckle, and quietly checked whether there were any traces of other ghosts on his body.

It seemed that he came at the right time, the ghost butcher only had time to tear his clothes, but hadn't touched his body yet.

Even Zhong Ye himself didn't realize it, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is this something I can decide for myself?"

As soon as Jiang Yuluo mentioned the strange clothes, he became very angry, wishing to rub back the bone dust that the matchmaker turned into and make it into firecrackers.

"Let's go back."

Zhong Ye sighed. Fortunately, Gundam and Suanbaner found him in time this time. He didn't expect these ghosts, who couldn't even guard against Zhong Kui's mark, to find Jiang Yuluo so soon.

"Go slowly, wait for me, where are we?"

Jiang Yuluo picked up the garlic cloves, rubbed his waist and limped to follow, it seemed that he hurt his leg while hiding from the matchmaker's nails.

"This is the chaos between Yin and Yang, and Gundam is waiting for us at the entrance."

"Oh, didn't you go on a business trip? Why did you come back early?"

"If you want to thank you, thank you for raising a good dog. If it weren't for it, you would be a matchmaker's meal now."

"Who said I want to thank you... I rely on it."

Jiang Yuluo didn't pay attention, and his big toe hit a stone. The pain made him blurt out a dirty word, and he bent down to see if there was any bleeding.

"you really……"

Zhong Ye stopped and looked back at him with a complicated expression, "It's just as worrying as before."

Jiang Yuluo lowered his head and was worried about his toes. He didn't hear this whisper, but suddenly felt a warmth in his waist, and his whole body was suspended upside down and carried horizontally in his arms.

"Zong Ye...?"

"You're walking too slowly."

Zhong Ye didn't pay him any attention, and added, "And your shoes turned into ashes along with the matchmaker."

"...That's a limited edition that I managed to grab."

"I am sorry for your loss."

"..."

Jiang Yuluo sighed, but his tense nerves finally relaxed. He gently leaned against Zhong Ye, wrapping the overcoat tightly around him, not wanting to show any trace of that ridiculous cheongsam.

"Actually, you put a protective spell on me before you left, right?"

"Well, if you die, it will be very difficult for me, at least my wages will be deducted."

"Thank you."

Jiang Yuluo gently closed his heavy eyelids, and thanked Zhong Ye in a low voice.

Zhong Ye couldn't help shivering.

If Jiang Yuluo regained his memory in the future and remembered that he not only called his brother Zhong Kui but also thanked him, would he rush into Zhong Kui's hall with a knife in his hand to fight him to the death?

"But your protective spell doesn't seem to be very useful, it can't even guard against a bad matchmaker with such poor taste."

"..."

Zhong Ye resisted the urge to punch him, but the bastard really couldn't say anything good.