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"Mommy, can I hang it here?" The pale-faced man was holding up the embroidered red silk and comparing it to the wall.

A hunchbacked figure below directed him to adjust his position continuously, and finally nodded with satisfaction.

The people in the mansion are making intensive preparations, and today is the day of Wang's wedding.

When the auspicious time comes, the bride is invited down.

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The totem worship of primitive tribes, the records of human sacrifices to ghosts and gods in history books, the fear and fanatical pursuit of the deep sea, dense forests, and distant starry sky...

Da da da... The keyboard was constantly being tapped, and countless information quickly passed through Ling Xian's mind, retrieved, extracted, reorganized, and formed a brand new paper.

"...Because of its natural geographical and independent characteristics, it often lacks ethical and moral awareness, and only highlights the psychological needs of believers who are 'efficacy'..."

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Facing the clerk's unfriendly gaze, Ling Xian hurriedly packed up his things and left with an apologetic face.This time I stayed too long, the shop was almost closed.

If it is recorded on the blacklist, it is not good to put up a sign "Ling Xian and dogs are not allowed" at the door.

The pouring rain has gone, turning into a patter of light rain.

I didn't care about not bringing an umbrella, so I used my hat as an umbrella for the time being. After showing off my driving skills, I finally came back before the curfew.

Ling Xian took a few steps up the stairs.Opening the bedroom door, Ling Xian sneezed at the mixed smell of takeaway food and sweat.

It seems like I have a cold.

"I thought you were drowned." The roommate briefly raised his head and continued to play the game.

Ling Xian: ... Can this person hope for me to order?

"Guard the tower! Why are you standing there?! The house is about to disappear!"

The keyword "home is gone" is retrieved, triggering the irritable brother mode, and the roommates begin to greet each other's [-]th generation ancestors.

Ignoring him, Ling Xian went straight into the bathroom.

Hot water sprayed on the slightly pale skin, flowed through every part of the body, gathered under the feet, and flowed into the sewer meanderingly, driving away a lot of cold air.

Those peach blossom eyes were half closed, ruthless and perverted.He pursed his rosy lips, seemingly unhappy.

This sick body is really troublesome.

Putting on dry pajamas, Ling Xian opened the desk and cabinet, and skillfully took out a box of cold spirit from the second row from the left.

It looks like a miniature pharmacy inside, with all kinds of medicines available.

If it weren't for seeing him dressed like a magic stick all day long, his roommates would have thought he was a medical student.

It's not wrong to have half a doctor after a long illness.

Ling Xian has been weak and sick since he was a child, and he has traveled around the world many times. Being alive was once a kind of torture for him.

Parents have tried many ways to seek immortality and medicine, but to no avail.

However, after the age of 15, my body gradually improved, and I no longer lived like a dead person.

After drinking Ganmao Ling, sleepiness gradually came up.

……

There was a strange sense of weightlessness in his body, and his soul seemed to be falling, and then was gently supported.

Are you having that dream again?Not quite.

Unable to open his eyes, his senses seemed to be cut off, and he could only vaguely hear chirping voices, but the tone was cheerful.

There shouldn't be anyone dead, right?How come it's like having a happy event.

The surroundings were noisy all the time, and he seemed to be led somewhere.The sense of isolation is slowly disappearing, the five senses are gradually clear, and he can move!

Ling Xian slowly opened his eyes, a trace of imperceptible vigilance flashed in them, and he quickly surveyed the surrounding environment.

The furnishings here are not modern, with carved and hollowed-out window lattices, red sandalwood and red lacquered wooden doors, strange black and gold ancient beasts, and some kind of high and low brackets. The air is filled with a light and pleasant smell of incense.

The owner of the house is either rich or noble.

It's just that the house is a little out of harmony now, the house is covered with embroidered red silk, the big red happiness is pasted everywhere, and there is even a circle of red candles around it.

And he, now wearing a big red wedding dress, is sitting under the high hall.

In front of him, there was a group of people who looked like ghosts... I don't know what, but they were not human, showing a smile that was uglier than crying, chatting about something in a tone that could be called crying with joy, and sneaking glances at him from time to time.

"Woooo, I didn't expect to die and see Wang get married."

"Madam is such a beauty, I feel relieved to entrust the king to him."

"I thought the king was going to be a bachelor for the rest of his life, huh."

……

Alright, I know you are ghosts.Ling Xian only felt a headache.

Now he probably figured it out, a ghost wedding is going to be held here, and he seems to be the... bride.

The voices of the discussion around gradually weakened, and it was unnaturally quiet for a while, and all the ghosts stepped back, standing respectfully on both sides with their heads bowed.

Ling Xian was struggling hard, sometimes pinching his arm, sometimes pinching his thigh, trying to wake up from this strange dream.

Marrying a man is impossible, even in this life!

The thick sandalwood door opened automatically without wind, and slowly opened to both sides.

The visitor was dressed in red, holding an ancient fan in his hand, with long hair like ink, and dark eyes as deep as cold pools.

Followed by a group of servants, the man waved his fan, and Shi Shiran walked in.

I saw his wife jumping up and down on the chair.

This man is interesting.

The corners of the man's mouth curled up slightly, and his smile became a little bit more sinister, no longer just, gentle and gentle son.

"King!" All the ghosts in the house called together.

As soon as Ling Xian turned his head, he saw the man called "Wang" walking towards him with a smile, closed the ancient fan, and the tassel pendant swayed twice.

Then, the fan lifted his chin, and Ling Xian was forced to raise his head.

The man in red bowed slightly, and Ling Xian met his pitch-black eyes, and was dazed for a moment.

I saw the man's pretty lips opening and closing, his tone was clear and cold, as if bewitching.

"Ma'am, are you finally willing to think of me?"

lady?This king, you are very brave.Ling Xian has already started planning in his mind how the person in front of him will die. Wait, isn't he a dead person?Forget it, beat the head office.

I don't know what his wife was thinking, and her face became more and more exciting.

The man in red turned slightly to the side, revealing the ghost servants who came in with him behind him, and looked at the person in front of him with a faint smile.

Ling Xian felt uncomfortably stared at, pulled away from his wild thoughts, and realized that something was wrong. Those ghosts looked familiar, as if they had seen it somewhere...

They are all familiar faces, the woman in a car accident, the drowning white-collar worker...

Uh, maybe it's because I didn't save them, and I found their leader to seek revenge, right?

Ling Xian pinched himself again, but he couldn't wake up.

The man in red didn't speak, just stared at him, as if he wanted to take all his reactions into his eyes.Could it be...

Ling Xian understood it, and thought about the countermeasures, but he didn't show it on his face.

"Ma'am, what is it that you are fascinated by?"

The man in red looked puzzled.

No, it seems to be regarded as a fool.Ling Xian decided to take the initiative.

"Well, who are you?"

From the moment he opened his mouth, he was an old scumbag.

The man seemed to have heard something very interesting, and smiled softly.

"I am the master of this ghost domain. Also, your husband."

"Oh? Just by you?"

Ling Xian deliberately bit the word "you" very hard, and his peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the person in front of him.

It seems that he is the master here.

All the ghosts in the hall almost fainted when they heard these two questions.

Madame doesn't want to regret the marriage!no!Absolutely not!

All the pale grimaces were about to turn red, and a few of them were howling, and they almost rushed up to explain for their king.

As soon as the Lord of Ghost Domain raised his hand, the little ghosts immediately fell silent, but judging by their expressions, they were still in a hurry.

"You and I have set up Geng Tie, Madam, don't deny it."

The Lord of Ghost Domain also suppressed his smile, his tone tinged with a bit of chill.

He raised his hand again, and the two ghost nuns next to him nodded slightly and came out.

Uh, the master of this ghost domain is not angry, so he should throw me out.

If you are dreamed by something unclean, you can try to turn your back on the guest, or even irritate the other party.If that thing is seen through, it will naturally run away in a desperate manner, and people will be safe.

But now that the dream is functioning as usual, something is wrong!

The good-looking hands in the wide sleeves gradually tightened. Although it was said that he was weak and sick, it was not impossible to hit.

Then, Ling Xian saw that the two ghost nuns approached him a little bit with serious expressions, and then walked past him without even looking at him.

Ling Xian:?

Ling Xian turned his head and saw the ghost mother walking up the high hall, and very solemnly invited her down from the incense table—a wedding invitation with gold on a red background.

...Why is this thing put on the incense table for offering!

The ghost mother sent Geng Tie over with a serious face, and the other mother stood by and kept vigilant about the surroundings, for fear that ghosts would come up to snatch it.

After it was safely delivered to the Lord of Ghost Domain, the two nuns breathed a sigh of relief.

I don't know how long this gengtie has been offered, it is a bit faded by the incense, and it still has a strong smell of incense ash.

You said that this thing is made of incense ash, Ling Xiandu believed it.

The Lord of Ghost Realm sat opposite Ling Xian, handed Geng Tie over, and motioned Ling Xian to read it for himself.

I don't know if he was infected by the ghost mother's atmosphere, or if he clenched his hands too tightly just now, when Ling Xian took it, his hands trembled a little.

This was the first time he had seen such a thing. After all, marriage certificates were not issued, so there was something wrong with posting such a geng post.

The font in this gengtie is beautiful and powerful, and it can be seen that it is not written by ordinary people.

"A match made in heaven

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I would like to list the three generations of Nian Geng below:

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The child's name is Lingxian, Xingmu, the sign of the red snake, born on the [-]th day of the month of Yisi

Today, according to the thread made by the old man of the moon, Mr. Suantian, we will marry your son-in-law, and we will be happy as husband and wife forever

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Same bet

On the ninth day of the lunar month of the Gengshen year, the Geng Shu is very auspicious."

This geng post does not seem to be fake, it conforms to the ancient system, and all kinds of information are also in line.

It's just that the signing date was... six years ago.

"Madam, do you have any questions?" The Lord of Ghost Realm raised his head and looked at Ling Xian with a smile.

Ling Xian felt that the message conveyed in the eyes of the Lord of Ghost Realm was obvious: The evidence in red paper and golden letters is here, I see how you can deny it!

There were too many questions, but his keen sense of danger told him not to ask any.

He shook his head.

"Okay, then let's go into the bridal chamber." The Lord of Ghost Domain stood up, pinned the fan to his waist, stepped forward and hugged Ling Xian horizontally.

Ling Xian:! ! !

The author has something to say:

Here I refer to the ancient format of the married marriage post, this is the improved ghost marriage version (dog head)

Chenyue is March, so Xiaoxian's birthday is March [-]th in the lunar calendar