Inhuman fiance always pursues me

The rows of coffins in the Yizhuang trembled slightly, and there was a constant sound of knocking on the wooden boards from inside. Ordinary people would be scared to death when they saw this scene, but Shu Nian was indifferent, standing at the door and watching quietly.

The boy was playing a trick, the corpse would generate Yin Qi, he just mobilized the Yin Qi to lightly hit the coffin board, as if someone was knocking on the coffin inside.

In fact, the Yizhuang was very clean and there were no ghosts at all. There was only a faint yin in Shu Nian's eyes, but there was really something in the mass grave.

The day and night when the boy was thrown in the mass grave, Shu Nian didn't follow him. At that time, he couldn't get out of the house, so he had no way of knowing what happened, but the boy was obviously abnormal after he came back.

The servant's death was not simple or accidental, but Shu Nian didn't see what method the boy was using.No wonder "he" was so powerful in the future, it turned out that he came into contact with these evil things during his lifetime, which can explain it.

And that emerald wrench...

Shu Nian pondered for a while, but there were too many possibilities, but too few clues, so he couldn't draw any reasonable inferences.

He continued to watch.

The time of memory flows fast and slow. In Shu Nian's senses, the day and night when the boy was thrown into the mass grave were only a few minutes, but in this moment of contemplation, months passed.

Everyone said the boy seemed to be a different person.

He used to be quiet and reticent, with few expressions. Many people said that although he was handsome, he had a dejected dead face. Recently, he liked to laugh and was willing to talk to others, so he was much gentler.

But in the eyes of Young Master Ninth, he became more and more terrifying day by day.

He suspected that what came back from the mass grave was not a living person, but something else, for example, a paper doll.

From that night on, the boy's face was bloodless, as white as paper, his eyes were straight and dull, without focus, and a hollow space, as if he had painted it on.

The smile on his lips always kept the same arc, his body was thin, and his weight was very light. Young Master Ninth once saw a whirlwind blowing towards him, blowing him slightly off the ground, and the sound of white paper shaking came from his body.

The death of the domestic servant had already greatly stimulated Master Ninth, and now he didn't dare to go to school, and tried to avoid the boy at home, for fear of being alone with him.

Others were ignorant of the abnormality in the boy's body. He told his parents many times, but the parents thought he was sick and invited a doctor to treat him.

Finally one day, the boy completely turned into a paper prick.

His whole body was stiff, his joints were motionless, his walking depended entirely on the wind, and his speech was like a whirring sound. Some kind of sorcery was performed to make everyone think he was a real person.

Ninth Young Master was about to go crazy, his eyes were red from being forced, he grabbed the firewood from the back kitchen stove and threw it on the paper figurine.But as soon as the firewood touched the paper figurine, the adults screamed and splashed water to extinguish the fire.

He set fire and wounded people in broad daylight, and it was his elder brother who burned it. The Ninth Young Master committed a serious crime, but because he was still young and the boy was fine, he was only beaten five times and sent to the ancestral hall to kneel down.

These five whips were merciless, Master Ninth's back hurt and his face was covered in cold sweat.He knelt on the futon. It was the dead of night, and the tablets of the ancestors were all covered with thick black shadows. It was quite scary, but not as scary as the paper figurines.

The back was so painful that it was numb, the Ninth Young Master was sleepy, and gradually lowered his head, his eyes were half closed, and suddenly saw an extra pair of feet in front of him.

"Ninth brother."

A soft voice called him, Ninth Young Master woke up with a start, and sat down on the ground with horror on his face.

The paper figurine quietly appeared in front of the futon, and the curvature of Mogou's mouth never changed, and he made a boy's voice without opening his mouth.

"Ninth brother, do you want to kill me?"

"why?"

"Do you think I killed your good servant?"

Ninth Young Master screamed and scrambled to escape. When he climbed to the door, he smashed his head against the paper thing, and it turned out to be another paper figure.

He shook off the paper scraps all over his body, got up from the ground, but was stunned—looking around, the spacious yard was already occupied by paper figures, densely surrounding him and smiling at him.

"Father, mother! Help me!"

In the ghastly whiteness, Young Master Ninth wept loudly, his parents were his last straw.

The yard of his house is far away from the ancestral hall, but maybe it was a sign from God, and he heard his parents calling him.

"Jiu'er, what's the matter? What's the matter with you?"

"I--"

Ninth Young Master was about to respond, but suddenly stopped.

The voices of his parents were not far from him, just above.

Where is the top?

It seems to be... heaven.

He raised his eyes slowly.

"Whoa... whoa..."

Two pale paper figurines floated in the sky, with grinning faces, they looked exactly like his parents.

They said, "Jiu'er, speak up."

"say."

"say something!"

"Ahhhh-!"

The night passed.

In the early morning, the servants yawned and got up to do their work. They were shocked to find that the Ninth Young Master was sitting on the ground disheveled and disheveled, smiling stupidly, and talking nonsense, which turned out to be crazy.

His mother shed tears all day long, and his father, in addition to being sad, believed that it was because the boy was adopted to their family that it caused his son's misfortune.

In a fit of rage, he asked his servants to beat the boy out with sticks, but the boy said that he could cure Master Ninth.

He said that the ninth brother had lost his soul, and he was going to hold a soul-calling ceremony.

In fact, the uncle has never looked for a witch, but it is useless at all. Now the boy said that he can also summon the soul, and promises to find the ninth brother. The uncle is desperate. Now he grasped the straw and believed the boy's words, so he quickly prepared everything. Something, ask him to do the ceremony.

Many people watched the ceremony with the mentality of watching a joke, but who would have expected that the summoning of souls would actually come true, and the Ninth Young Master regained his sanity.

The people in the clan were a sensation, and since then, no one dared to say that the boy was a mourner, but they rushed to get in touch with him, and the uncle's family even confessed him as a god.

Shu Nian could see clearly that the boy recruited back was not Master Ninth at all, who knew what it was?

He was sure that the boy himself knew that he did it on purpose.Ninth Young Master didn't lose his soul at all, he just went crazy from fright, but he threw out Ninth Young Master's soul and stuffed it into an unknown thing. According to Shu Nian, he might be raising ghosts.

Later, the boy solved all kinds of miraculous things one after another, and became famous. More and more people broke through the threshold and begged him to do things with heavy gifts.

Time flies, the boy has become a young man like jade, and the family is becoming more and more prosperous day by day.

However, things were unpredictable. One day in the middle of the night, the mansion suddenly caught fire. The fire was so intense that it burned for two days and two nights. Except for the young man who was invited out to do errands, no one survived.

A few years later, a new house was built beside Pinghu Lake.

The house is built at the foot of the mountain. The scenery here is beautiful, the feng shui is excellent, and it is a place full of aura.The interior of the house is elegant and unique, with running water flowing into the pool, you can hear the sound of gurgling water, lush green shade, and chirping birds.

But the courtyard is rarely clean.As long as the owner does not go out and lives here, there will never be a lack of people to visit, and all the visitors are high-ranking people. No matter who sees the young owner, he must respectfully address him as "Mr."

Today is the birthday of "Mr."

The guests came to congratulate, and one of them brought a photographer and asked the host to sit in the yard with all the guests and take a group photo.

The young host, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, sat on the main seat with a personable demeanor.The emerald finger on his right hand is shining brightly, but it is not as dazzling as the double pupil.

The photographer set up the bulky camera, held the airbag in his hand, and pressed the shutter.

At the moment of taking the photo, the flash was so strong that Shu Nian's vision was blocked. When he could see things again, he found that he had left the photo and returned to "his" living room.

Shu Nian recalled what he was doing before, as if he was looking at the photos of "him" and "his" family.

He looked down and saw that most of the old photos had turned into blood, trickling down to the ground. For the unmelted parts, "his" clansmen were still cursing until they screamed and turned into blood.

The boy's photo has also changed, the longevity lock on his chest is gone, replaced by the jade wrench on his right hand.

"His" clansmen resented "him" extremely, and the fire was probably not an accident, but "he" did it.

"He" killed his servants when he was still young, frightened his cousin crazy, pretended to conjure souls, and gained trust by replacing souls. of.

Shu Nian guessed that "he" killed the whole clan for a reason, maybe it was a sacrifice, or maybe it was practicing magic, but it didn't show up in his memory.

Many truths are still mysteries, such as "his" real name and appearance, who killed "him", and whether there was really a Feng Shui Bureau that suppressed "him" after his death, Shu Nian is not clear.

However, this risk-taking is also very rewarding. As long as he has this information and the boy's photo, he can do fortune-telling, calculate the whereabouts of the relic, and destroy the relic. From now on, "he" will no longer exist. .

Calculations cannot be done in the space, and "he" will be alarmed, so Shu Nian took a photo of the boy, returned from the original path, and walked out of the space.

After closing the door, Shu Nian took out three bronze coins from his pocket before he had time to greet Francis and the others, and did a few quick divinations.

The result of the calculation was beyond Shu Nian's expectation.Now he knows the whereabouts of the relic, but how to get it is still a problem.

No matter what, at least there is hope, this adventure into the space is worthwhile, and everything went smoothly along the way, without any accidents, it's rare that he didn't have bad luck.

Shu Nian smiled, raised his head and greeted the people waiting for him: "I—"

But there was no one in front of him, and the others disappeared.

He feels that a long time has passed in the space, but in the outside world, only a few minutes have passed.There was no news from the WeChat group, so they probably wouldn't leave without saying goodbye, probably because they were in trouble.

Shu Nian: "..." It wouldn't be his bad luck that spread to others, no.

The situation was not good, Shu Nian decided to look for them immediately.He is not a saint, and he will not save people randomly without principle, but since the few people have traveled all the way and have not broken up yet, he will not abandon them.

He is a celestial master, and what he does is to save people. If even they are insensitive, the world will be hopeless.

He can know their positions through divination, but obviously there is an easier way——

Shu Nian opened the live broadcast room of "A Night in a Haunted House", turned off so many barrages that the live broadcast was almost stuck, and switched to Francis' perspective.

In the video, he saw Francis, not only him, but also He Juan and the other three.

The four of them sat on both sides of the long table. The long table was covered with thick red velvet cloth and covered with exquisite utensils. Echoing graceful music.

Shu Nian switched perspectives continuously, and found that their expressions were stiff, as if they were being controlled.

Just by looking at the long table, Shu Nian couldn't tell where they were, so Shu Nian flicked the screen of his phone to play forward, but his movements stopped suddenly.

A blurry figure appeared in the video, which ordinary viewers could not see, but he could see it, and immediately recognized the other party's identity.

"Every year."

Someone behind him called him.

Shu Nian's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked back.

The young man who couldn't see his face was standing at the stairs, his light-colored double pupils were smiling, watching him quietly.

"He" is wearing a light gray suit today, his figure is more slender and straight, his black hair is neat and neat, and he always maintains an elegant and decent appearance, holding a bouquet of flowers in his arms, exuding a faint fragrance.

The man walked up to Shu Nian, stretched out his right hand, and gently smoothed Shu Nian's messy forehead hair. The jade finger touched the skin slightly, bringing a little chill.

"He" laughed.

"I finally met you."

Fiance's Chat Group Eleven

Number Three: Ahhhh, hands, take your hands away, don't touch Niannian!

No. [-] [group leader]: [smile]

No. [-] [group owner]: It feels good.

Number one [group owner]: I want to hug him.

No. [-] [group leader]: I still want to kiss him.

No. [-] [group owner]: Please watch carefully. [Smile]

[Group members reported the speech of the group leader. 】