Five supernatural bosses are vying to marry me

"Creak creak—"

The woman in white seemed to sense that someone was coming in, she opened her arms, and the slender arms that were twisted out of shape stretched out towards him.

Nan Jing held his breath, and tried his best to retreat, but the space in the coffin was already narrow, so no matter how he retreated, he couldn't retreat anywhere.

In the dark space, Nan Jing could only see the twisted and writhing silhouette of the woman in white. He clenched the fruit knife in his right hand and raised his left hand upwards, trying to push the black lacquered coffin lid back a little.

Pushing hard, the black lacquered coffin lid remained motionless.

Nan Jing watched helplessly as the white line on the cracked lips of the woman's white clothes squirmed strangely, and there was something surging under the dark flesh on her arm, and the more rancid and musty smell came straight to Nan Jing, and the whole coffin It was as cold as an ice cave.

Nan Jing's lips turned purple from the cold, and his long eyelashes seemed to be frosted. In the blink of an eye, he saw the strange face of the woman in white rushing towards him. The black hole on that face was only a centimeter away from him. Even if Nan Jing tilted his head back, he could only hit the raised side panel of the coffin, there was no way to avoid it.

The lips sewn up by thick white thread moved wildly on the face, and the place tied by thick thread was torn, and foul-smelling blood flowed out. The woman in white seemed to be talking to him.

Nan Jing seemed to have heard what the woman in white was saying, and he followed the lips of the woman in white and murmured: "Save... me?"

This woman in white asked me to save her?

A cold feeling rushed straight to Nan Jing's body, so cold, he felt his consciousness gradually blurred, as if being pulled into a deeper and darker dream by a pair of irresistible hands, until his consciousness completely disappeared.

When he woke up again, Nan Jing smelled a damp earthy smell and heard the sound of rain. The sound of the raindrops falling on the tiles was loud, which should be a heavy rainstorm.

Rain?Isn't he in a coffin?How can I hear the sound of rain?

What about the woman in white lying in the coffin?

Nan Jing struggled to open his eyes, his vision was dim, and the whole world presented a bird's-eye view in his eyes. He should be lying on the ground, facing him is the red-lacquered wooden table in the Buddhist hall on the third floor There were at least five or six people in front of the wooden table, all with their backs to him, each holding a red candle in their left hand, devoutly worshiping something on the table.

The person standing in front of the wooden table was wearing a white coat and black trousers. He was an old man with a stature and his hair was all white. Behind this old man were several middle-aged men who also wore white coats and black trousers.

The old man held a longer red candle in his left hand than other people, and a short knife for boning in his right hand. This kind of knife is slightly wider at the top and has a sharper tip at the bottom. It is often used for cutting and skinning in butchery. work.

Now the old man held the boning knife with the handle hanging down, as if the man was going to stab something with the knife in the next second.

"Okay, you can push the sacrifice over."

The old man who was standing in front of the red lacquered wooden table with his back to Nan Jing turned around and looked at Nan Jing. The old man's face made Nan Jing's heart beat faster for a moment. This old man turned out to be from Shanlong Village. long.

But what is more frightening than before is that the upper half of the face of the head of Shanlong Village is covered with normal wrinkles as before. From the nose down, this face is densely covered with dark spots. At this moment of Nan Jing, the black spot is still wriggling and spreading to the upper half of his face.

The village head looked in the direction of Nan Jing, and said with a threatening tone: "What? Regret it? You took money from our Danlong Village, you can't regret it now!"

Nan Jing felt a cowardly male voice next to him tremblingly saying: "No, I don't regret it, just, can you treat my sister better? Just seal her in the coffin, don't, don't mess with that,"

"Don't listen to his nonsense," the village chief waved his hand, motioning for the people behind him to come forward, and said viciously, "Hurry up and bring them here!"

girl?

Nan Jing frowned very slightly. At this time, he also realized that something was wrong. He was weak all over now, unable to control his body at all, and it was difficult to even make small movements and expressions.

A few middle-aged men standing around the village chief also wore white coats, black trousers and a pair of black cloth shoes. At this time, these middle-aged men walked towards him quickly, and directly supported Nan Jing's shoulders, letting Nan Jing's legs Knocking his feet on the ground, he dragged Nan Jing to the red lacquer altar.

Nan Jing's head hangs down weakly, and he finally sees his "part" clearly. On his feet, he is wearing a pair of red embroidered shoes, with thick white soles, a pointed front, thick soles, and rough embroidery stitches on the shoes. .

He had seen this pair of shoes before. That night when he lived in Shanlong Village, the woman in white who came down the stairs from the third floor was wearing such a pair of shoes!

Nan Jing suddenly understood that he had become that woman in white!

He should be experiencing what the woman in white had experienced before she was alive!

These brawny men in Shanlong Village left the "South Mirror" in front of the red lacquer altar at will, just like throwing a piece of meat in a sack. The eyes of this group of people are as indifferent and ignorant as looking at the goods. There is a kind of greed.

The kind of greed that only hurts others to get what you want.

"Nan Jing" was thrown on the ground by this group of people, his head was tilted to one side, and he saw a thin man with yellow skin crawling over on his knees not far away, kowtowing to him and saying :

"Sister, it's my brother who is sorry for you! My brother wants to build a house and marry a wife. You can't make money after studying in a university, so you can only cheat and sell you."

"Brother took the money to marry a wife and give birth to a fat boy, and the Pan family will have a descendant. When the time comes, I will build a grave for you and burn incense for you every year to worship you."

The man burst into tears: "Don't blame brother and parents. Our Pan family has raised you for so many years. A chicken can lay eggs, but you can't get anything. It just so happens that your horoscope is not good, so we have no choice but to send you away." If you sell it to people like Shanlong Village, don’t come looking for me on Huangquan Road!”

"Don't come to look for brother! Brother will burn incense for you properly!"

Speaking of which, the thin man wiped away his tears, looked up impatiently, and said to the village chief of Shanlong Village: "Village chief, I will leave my sister to you, I, I will not see what you are going to do, you Remember to give me the promised 20! I’m waiting to go back and build a house.”

Nan Jing felt a resentment that did not belong to him rushing to the bottom of his heart, it should belong to the original emotion of the woman in white.

He could clearly feel the anger, sorrow and fear of the woman in white, as well as the sense of struggle and powerlessness that she wanted to escape but couldn't escape. This emotion hurt his heart, but he couldn't control this woman. Move your body.

The family of the woman in white sold her to Shanlong Village for 20 yuan as a sacrifice.

It would be better not to have such a family, Nan Jing thought calmly, if there were a group of such people around him, he would have chopped them down with a knife, or burned them to death, and would rather die by himself Yang Cheng Hui did not let this group of people succeed.

When Nan Jing thought this way, the fingertips of his little hands trembled slightly, as if the woman in white was responding to his deadly thought.

A group of villagers grabbed the limbs of this body and treated this body like a pig waiting to be slaughtered. These villagers kept approaching "Nanjing" with a red candle in their left hand. Nanjing could feel that the red candle approached every time. One point, the body he is in now hurts one point.

The head of Shanlong Village stood beside him, looking at "Nan Jing" coldly with a face full of dark spots, and muttered in his mouth a sacrificial saying that Nan Jing could not understand at all.

"Press her firmly. Remember, the red candle cannot be extinguished. This red candle was given by the gods to calm her down." After the village head of Shanlong village finished reciting the sacrificial words, his eyelids shrugged with cruelty, reminding the people around him : "Next, I'll tell you about the process of making her into a sacrifice. Listen carefully, and don't make mistakes in any step!"

Nan Jing could feel the tears shed from this uncontrollable body, and her limbs began to struggle and howl, but she couldn't struggle no matter what. The group of strong villagers held her limbs firmly, and she could only listen soberly. Watching the brutal execution of her by these ignorant villagers.

The old voice of the village head sounded: "According to the sacrificial book given by the gods, first of all, we will baptize her with incense ash, sprinkle the incense ash all over her body, and then beat her whole body with a ruler to remove the uncleanness from her body." things, and change all her clothes into white linen."

"Then we have to peel off the complete skin from her neck to her chest according to the schematic diagram in the sacrificial book. Remember, the skin must be cut neatly and not rough!"

"According to the content of the sacrificial book, this unclean woman may become a ghost after death, and she can go down to the ghost world to complain," the village chief coughed at this point, and quickly continued in a trembling voice, "We have to cut it open." Her lips were sewn up with thick white thread so that she could not open her mouth, her eyes were gouged out to make her a ghost and no one could find revenge, nails were put on her joints so that she could not move, and finally, the This woman is sealed in a coffin."

"At this point, the sacrifice is made! Do you understand!"

The villagers standing next to him shouted in a strong voice with their local accent: "Understood!"

The hatred and fear hidden in the white-clothed woman's heart became more and more intense. Under the approach of the red candle, the strength of her struggle became weaker and weaker. It piles up.

Nan Jing was forced to experience the intense hatred that spread from his heart to the bone marrow of his body, and his eyes gradually turned red.

The village chief handed the red candle and the boning knife to the person next to him, and took the incense ash jar and ruler from the person next to him. His loose eyelids drooped, and he looked at the person lying down below. His eyes did not seem to be looking at a person. but an object.

The villagers standing next to him looked at the village chief's actions with ignorant to fanatical expressions.

The village chief took the incense ash jar with his left hand and shouted loudly: "For the prosperity and prosperity of Shanlong Village!"

The villagers nearby enthusiastically echoed: "For the prosperity and prosperity of Shanlong Village!"

For a moment, a cold wind blew through the room on the third floor, but in the wind, the red candles in the hands of the villagers burned more and more brightly, and the flames danced higher and higher.

After saying this, the village chief picked up the ashes in the incense ashes jar with his hands, and sprinkled the ashes on Nan Jing's body vigorously. With ferocious strength, he took the ruler and slapped Nan Jing's face fiercely.

"Snapped!!!"

Nan Jing was slapped so that his face turned to the other side, half of his face must be red and swollen, he could clearly feel the burning pain in the corner of the body's mouth, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of the mouth, falling between the lips and tongue, it was salty.

The slap was so hard that blood was directly slapped.

[It hurts!It hurts!I'm going to kill you!I'm going to kill you! ]

[I will not let you go even if I die! ! ! ]

Nan Jing suddenly heard a sharp female voice in his mind, full of despair and mad resistance, weeping blood and hatred, ghostly but extremely desperate, Nan Jing thought for a while, thinking of the woman in white, it was she who was speaking ?

Nan Jing tried to ask his own doubts in his mind: [You pulled me in from the coffin and asked me to save you?what do i do now ]

The female voice was silent for a while, and words popped out in her mind: [You can't help now]

[Candles will crush me, but not you]

[But you can't control my body to cut off the candle, you can't save me, and you can't save yourself]

[They are going to skin me soon,] The woman is crying and laughing maniacally: [When they peel off my skin, I will be weakened by continued suppression, and your real body will be peeled off in the same position , when the time comes, the ghost can climb onto you by peeling the skin, and you will die too]

Under the bright red candlelight, the village head squirmed his lips, twisted the incense ash again and again, and raised the ruler high. This ruler is made of wood, the workmanship is not good, the ruler is very rough, and the whipping is a burning pain on the body. , When the whip hit the waist of this body, the ruler was already stained with blood.

Nan Jing could feel the pain of this body being whipped by the ruler. This sharp and direct physical pain made Nan Jing's anger rise slowly. In terms of fighting, Nan Jing has never suffered a disadvantage.

But Nan Jing couldn't control this body, he calmly asked in his mind: "Why can't I save you, and can't save myself?" ]

The woman groaned in pain under the whipping of the village head, her voice was hopeless: "It's not as simple as you think, you are a human, I am a ghost, and humans and ghosts have different paths after all, and humans cannot control the body of ghosts. You can't control my body, and you can't go back into yours now]

Nan Jing was puzzled: [But haven't I already possessed you now? ]

[I don't know, you were pulled over just like that...] The woman murmured subconsciously, and reacted a bit, her sanity came back a little from the despair, and said with doubts: [Yes, you should just go through this scene , shouldn’t be able to possess and talk to me like this, according to the rules of the ghost world, the living cannot possess the dead, your body...]

The woman paused for a moment: [Why is there death in your body?You should be alive!How come it looks like half a foot has already stepped into the ghost world]

[Could it be that you have done some soul-calling or marriage with the dead recently? ]

Nan Jing said "oh": [I have a Yin fate, and there is a Yin fate bell]

[Yin fate! ] The woman’s voice can clearly hear the joy: [It’s much easier to get married, but...you may not be able to bear my ghost energy if you have a Yin relationship, and if you are swallowed by my ghost energy,]

[Actually,] Nan Jing interrupted the female voice, and calmly said: [I have a five-door marriage]

[Five doors? ! ! ! ]

The woman paused and remained silent for a moment, then she was shocked and asked with a hint of bewilderment: [Why do you want to marry five! ]

After a while, the woman suddenly said in a sharp voice: "What's going on, why do you still have the ghost emperor's aura on you, what is your relationship with the ghost emperor?" ! ]

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