Five supernatural bosses are vying to marry me

Speaking of which, Yu Anyan let go of Li Yifei's neckline, pushed Li Yifei back, raised his chin indifferently, took out a napkin on the table and wiped his fingers and scissors.

Li Yifei was pushed back a few steps, his waist hit the table and he screamed in pain. He looked at Yu Anyan who was holding the scissors in panic, touched his hand, and then turned to look at the cameraman.

The cameraman flinched away from Li Yifei's eyes.

Yu Anyan of the crew also said that he was in absolute control, but in a normal society at that time, but now in an emergency where accidents can happen at any time, Li Yifei felt this absolute control even more deeply.

He really thought that Yu Anyan would stab him to death with a pair of scissors.

Li Yifei took a few steps back, hiding his resentment and fear deeper, and said, "I, I'm going to the third floor."

Yu Anyan's speed was very fast. The villager brought back their backpacks and threw them on the ground. Yu Anyan picked up Nan Jing's backpack and his own backpack, and forced the other two to quickly pack up their things, and they were ready to go up to the third floor.

Now the three of us are on the second floor, and the stairs to the third floor are next to Nanjing's room. It is a very narrow corridor.

This narrow old wooden corridor is covered with dust and is extremely narrow. The width can only allow one person to go up. Because of disrepair, the wooden boards of the corridor are also moldy or damaged. It looks unstable. An adult will sway when stepping on it. .

At the end of the corridor, a very narrow wooden door can be vaguely seen. This is a wooden door with peeling red paint. On this wooden door, there is a piece of red paper with four words written on it: "Do not enter."

There is a damp smell in the whole building. It may be that it is rainy in the mountains here, and it exudes a musty smell. As the candlelight at the door of the room on the second floor is getting smaller and smaller, even the temperature is getting lower.

It is clearly the weather in June, but a biting chill can already be felt here, and this chill is more obvious the closer to the third floor.

The three stepped up the stairs one by one, with Yu Anyan walking at the front, the cameraman one step away from Yu Anyan, and Li Yifei at the back.

When Li Yifei went up the stairs, he was trembling with fright. Seeing that the third floor was getting closer and closer, he was even more frightened, and asked with a trembling voice: "Is it because the villagers told us not to go in? The two villagers are guarding downstairs..."

The cameraman stopped for a while, and he shouted in a hoarse voice: "Director Yu...shall we go back?"

Yu Anyan ordered coldly without turning his head: "I said, go up."

Both Li Yifei and the cameraman paused, then walked up with struggling expressions, and followed slowly.

The wooden stairs seemed to be about to collapse at any moment. They shook violently from side to side, and the handrails and wooden ladders creaked. It felt like if another person came up, the stairs would collapse.

Li Yifei thought of the scary figure wearing embroidered shoes on the monitor last night when he stepped on the stairs, and that sound was made, creaking and creaking as if the stairs would break in the next second, Li Yifei was terrified and immediately wanted to go downstairs regardless of Yu Anyan's words.

Just as he turned around and went downstairs, he saw a figure of a woman in white suddenly appearing in the wooden corridor on the second floor. The red candle at the door flickered, and the woman in white raised her head stiffly, like a black weed. The hair was scattered on both sides, and the two bloody holes directly "looked" at the three people on the stairs.

"Ah! Ghost!" Li Yifei collapsed directly on the stairs, turned around and climbed up like shit.

When Li Yifei screamed, Yu Anyan turned her head abruptly. The moment she saw the woman in white raised her head, she immediately strode across the last three steps. Yu Anyan pushed the door open without hesitation, and the other two rushed in. The wooden door slammed shut after they entered.

It was pitch black inside the door, and a smell of dust and strong wood oil and paint got into the noses of the three people.

This smell made Yu Anyan frowned subconsciously, because it was too pungent, as if the wooden buildings in this room had been decayed for many years, and they were refurbished with a layer of paint.

Yu Anyan decisively raised the lighter and turned it on. When he saw the scene in front of him, his heart skipped a beat. He saw that in the room on the third floor, apart from the altar table and the Buddha statue in the middle, the room was densely packed with people of all sizes from left to right. Small, coffins of various shapes.

These coffins are all sealed, and most of them are ordinary coffins with log color and tung oil on them. Under the faint light of a lighter, you can see a fresh oily glow on the surface of these coffins, which looks like the latest brush. Up.

Yu Anyan paused, he moved forward with the lighter in hand, his eyes suddenly focused, Mo pupils tightened, he saw Nan Jing, who was behind a coffin.

Nan Jing was wearing red wedding clothes all over her body. The blood-like color of the wedding clothes made Nan Jing's skin whiter. The bright red hijab completely covered Nan Jing, but it was not these things that made people's heart skip a beat. A pair of hands with rotten flesh and pitch-black pinched Nan Jing's elbow.

A group of disgusting black shadows held Nan Jing's arm, and kept approaching Nan Jing's face covered with a red hijab, as if he wanted to do something to Nan Jing.

The moment Li Yifei and the videographer saw the black shadow by the light of the lighter, they immediately backed away, and the videographer squatted directly on the ground, whispering self-deception: "I can't see me, I can't see me, I can't see me... ..."

Li Yifei threw himself on the ground, his face was covered with saliva, snot and tears from fright, looking dirty and disgusting, he shrank nervously by the door, wanted to push the door but thought of the woman in white outside, and immediately withdrew his hand , but felt that this place was more terrifying, so he still wanted to push the door.

However, the door that could be opened easily just now, no matter how you push or pull it, it doesn't move at all!

Yu Anyan didn't care about these two people, he fixedly looked at the black shadow, Yu Anyan held a lighter in his left hand, and pulled out a pair of scissors from the windbreaker with his other hand, approaching the rotten flesh with an almost cold expression on his face. shadow.

Nan Jing heard the movement, he breathed a little harder, raised his head and asked in a low voice: "Who?"

His field of vision was red, the red hijab was like a few magnets, Nan Jing couldn't shake it off, he shook the hijab a little annoyed, and moved his arm to shake the cold thing that restrained his arm Do not take off.

Suddenly, Nan Jing felt that the cold thing on his elbow seemed to let him go.

This is the moment.

The moment the black shadow that looked like rotten meat turned around, Yu Anyan rushed forward, and the scissors directly stabbed at the black shadow, and the scissors sank in as if they had touched a lump of disgusting and sticky meat.

Pulling out the scissors quickly, Yu Anyan knelt down on one knee, lowering his head to avoid the black shadow's rotten claws. Yu Anyan stretched his left hand forward, and the burning light from the lighter touched the black shadow's rotten flesh, and the black shadow screamed. It gave off a burnt smell, twisted and dissipated.

Yu Anyan half-supported his body, leaned forward, and lifted Nan Jing's red hijab with his right hand.

The red hijab embroidered with silver thread suddenly fluttered away under the action of strength, and the silver thread flickered under the light of the lighter.

The hijab was lifted, and in the dim light, Nan Jing was wearing a bloody red wedding dress, her black hair fluttered the moment the hijab was lifted, Nan Jing's face became paler under the dark and ghostly red, like a piece of The white porcelain soaked in cold water, the light-colored pupils on the face were like crystal beads, with fire swaying inside.

Nan Jing's black eyelashes trembled, and his reddish lips were tightly pressed. He seemed a little surprised, opened his lips slightly, and protruded a red tip of his tongue from his lips.

For no reason, there is a feeling of... the heartbeat speeding up.

In the dark environment with only faint light, the fire light in Nan Jing's light-colored pupils swayed and danced, and the face of Yu Anyan who was very close was reflected in the pupils. When they arrived, Nan Jing's usually expressionless fair face showed a trace of astonishment: "Yu Anyan?"

Yu Anyan's half-closed eyes opened, his slightly long black hair swayed on his neck, and his black pupils showed a hint of aggressiveness, Yu Anyan slightly raised his lower lip: "Nan Jing, I think you should say more at this time Thank you Director Yu."

Speaking of which, Yu Anyan lowered his head and waved the scissors, "click" and cut off the red silk bound on Nan Jing's wrist. Nan Jing's skin was indeed white, and it was even whiter than some female stars when he cut it. Shi was dazzled by the whiteness.

Why so white?

The scissors paused, Yu Anyan's expression froze, and immediately cut off the red silk on Nan Jing's ankle.

Nan Jing was stunned for a moment, moved his wrist, pursed his lips and said earnestly, "Thank you Director Yu."

The voice was not as crisp and cold as usual, but a little familiar hoarseness.

Yu Anyan's heart shrank a little when he heard the voice, thinking that Nan Jing's voice, which was different from usual, could be used to directly shoot movies with the original soundtrack, it's quite attractive, but...it's not often heard.

Thinking of Yu Anyan directly stuffing the plastic lighter in his hand to Nan Jing, he said softly: "Hold on, you were chosen as a sacrifice by this group of people, just now there was a black shadow like rotten meat that seemed to be only staring at you, this lighter Useful for Sombra."

Nan Jing heard that Hei Ying frowned, so Nan Jing took the lighter without refusing, and said "Yes".

Yu Anyan then handed Nan Jing's black backpack to Nan Jing. Nan Jing took the backpack and wanted to carry it on his back, but he was wearing a wide-sleeved wedding dress, and it was very inconvenient to carry a black backpack. He had to roll up the sleeves Pull it up so that you can carry the bag on your back, and the already small wedding dress is lifted up, revealing a small piece of white and greasy skin on Nan Jing's waist.

Yu Anyan glanced sideways inadvertently, the veins on the forehead twitched, and quickly retracted his eyes to look at the coffin in the room, his mind calmly tensed up immediately.

Nan Jing stood up and looked at the whole room. The room was full of coffins, except for a wooden table with peeling red paint in the middle.

There was an incense burner and a stack of sesame oil in the center of the red lacquered wooden table. On both sides of the incense burner were two lighted red candles. In front of the incense burner was a half-sheet of paper nailed with rusty iron nails.

Yu Anyan glanced at the videographer and Li Yifei who had completely lost their mobility, turned his head slightly and said softly to Nan Jing, "Go and see the half piece of paper on the altar?"

Nan Jing nodded and walked directly towards the altar.

The two moved extremely fast, and soon reached the front of the altar.

Behind the incense burner on the red lacquered wooden table is a half-person-high Buddha statue. This Buddha statue is very roughly carved, or rather, it doesn't look like a Buddha. Instead, it has raised eyebrows, the middle of a pair of eyes is painted red, and the palm of the Buddha statue has five fingers. Open, into a rather oppressive grip position.

The most uncomfortable thing is the Buddha's expression, which is not compassionate, but evil. The beads hanging on the neck of the Buddha statue should be clear, but because of the rough carving, they look like lumps .

Yu Anyan frowned: "What kind of Buddha is this?"

With his knowledge reserve, he didn't even recognize which Buddha statue it was?

Nan Jing had some information about this, but he also shook his head and replied in a low voice: "I don't know."

"Pa—" The lighter overheated and went out temporarily.

Nan Jing and Yu Anyan stopped urgently.

The red candle on the altar jumped and went out suddenly, and the room fell into darkness instantly. Nan Jing clenched his fingers tightly and stared at the altar facing him. After adapting to the darkness, he could see something. There were only about five steps away from the red lacquered wooden table, but in the darkness, he didn't dare to act rashly.

Suddenly, Nan Jing vaguely saw the Buddha statue on the mottled red wooden table trembling in the darkness. The eyes of the Buddha statue painted with red paint seemed to come alive and looked towards them. Then, the carved bumps on the neck of the Buddha wriggled in the darkness.

The altar table shook suddenly, and Li Yifei, who was leaning against the door, heard a scream.

Nan Jing said coldly: "Shut up!"

He lit the lighter and rushed to the altar to light the two red candles that had just been extinguished!

Yu Anyan looked at the altar the moment the lighter was lit in Nan Jing's hand, and saw a hand with completely rotten flesh protruding from the carved bumps on the neck of the Buddha statue. Those hands were even more terrifying, the flesh of the entire hand was peeled off. , the flesh was squirming and rotting, and the moment the fire was lit, the hand shrank back as if it had been scalded.

At the moment when the rotten hand retracted, the palm of the Buddha statue's upright grasp suddenly broke and smashed towards the south mirror where a red candle had already been lit.

"Nanjing! Be careful!"

Yu Anyan suddenly hugged Nan Jing's shoulder from behind, and with a pull, the two of them fell to the ground.

"Bang-bang!"

The broken palm hit the altar, knocking a foot out of the altar and rolling to the ground.

Fortunately, the other red candle lit by Nan Jing did not go out, and the candle flame danced with a faint light.

The hands with rotten skin and flesh protruding from the Buddha statue all retracted after the red light danced.

Nan Jing fell on Yu Anyan's body, he panted with a blank expression, looked up at Yu Anyan, Yu Anyan also looked at him, with fear hidden in his eyes, the proud red tear mole at the end of his eyes throbbed thrillingly like a flame one time.

This scene is very similar to the state of the two when Nam Kyung broke the chandelier that day, but this time their identities are reversed.

Yu Anyan's face was pale, under the faint light of the candlelight, only the redness of his lips and the blackness of his eyes showed color on his face.

Nan Jing felt that his waist was firmly held by a slightly warm palm. He supported his body, and the satin-like red wedding dress slipped with his movements. The palm on his waist moved, and Nan Jing couldn't help but After getting up, he unconsciously said to Yu Anyan: "Director Yu, can you let go of your hand first?"