Five supernatural bosses are vying to marry me

Nan Jing chopped off the red candle on the red lacquer table with one hand, and a strange brilliance flowed in his black pupils.

The villagers of Shanlong Village untied their white coats, and said viciously with a trembling voice: "God, please descend into our body and help us execute this damned sacrifice."

Nan Jing turned around again and saw what was under the three-buttoned white coats of the group of villagers—everyone had their skin peeled off from the neck to the chest in one piece, and the place had festered into a piece Rotten muscle.

Now, the rotten flesh on the chests of these villagers is constantly wriggling and protruding with disgusting tumors, and black and rotten hands protrude from the tumors.

These villagers are no longer human beings, but turned into monsters completely swallowed by evil spirits.

"Is this the so-called method of the gods?" Nan Jing kicked over the red-lacquered wooden table, and the incense burner and the paradoxical Buddha statue on the wooden table "boomed" to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust, and the incense ash jar rolled to the ground , black and gray incense ash scattered all over the ground.

Nan Jing held the ruler horizontally with his right hand, and squeezed the boning knife tightly with his left hand. His expression was indifferent, and the seal hanging from the little finger of his left hand dangled.

"It's just a ghost!"

With a bell in his mouth, Nan Jing rushed towards the group of monsters who were neither human nor ghost, stretched out his left hand, and the seal hanging on his little finger swung out, touching a black and rotten hand stretched out on the chest of a villager, which seemed to be scalded Seeing the same crazy retraction, Nan Jing's eyes sharpened, and the boning knife was inserted into the monster's neck.

Get rid of one!

Nan Jing backhanded, stretched the ruler, and made a "swipe-" wind sound, and the village chief who took the opportunity to approach and was covered in black spots was drawn back by the ruler.

Nan Jing snapped: "Three."

Then Nan Jing jumped lightly, chased after the village chief, and slapped the village chief's neck and legs three times in a row, until the village chief rolled to the ground and groaned in pain.

Nan Jing counted indifferently: "Four, five, six."

The altar on the third floor is large enough, and Nan Jing's speed and strength have become stronger. Even if this group of monsters with black and rotten hands covered in black spots rely on the so-called methods of gods, they are still not holding ghosts. Yin Nanjing's opponent, in an instant, Nanjing had already eliminated most of the monsters.

The remaining villager who turned into a monster no longer dared to step forward, and his strong body retreated crazily.

Nan Jing approached the receding monster with a boning knife, and with a "click" sound, he crushed the hand of the wooden Buddha statue that fell to the ground.

The villager who had turned into a monster let out a strange cry of "Ah", the dark ghost hand on his chest flinched and wanted to retract, Nan Jing stretched out his left hand lightly, and tightly held the black ghost hand that wanted to retract with his seal, After the entire pitch-black ghost hand touched the seal, a red mark was printed on it. The ghost hand struggled frantically as if it had been scalded, but Nan Jing's hand remained motionless.

The flesh on the pitch-black ghost kept dropping flesh under the ghost mark, screaming and dissipating completely. With the disappearance of the ghost's hand, the monster's entire body fell down and fell directly on the ground full of sawdust.

Nan Jing's black pupil glanced casually at the "village chief" who was sneaking up to him hiding his footsteps.

Maybe he can no longer be called the village head. The originally normal village head is now covered with dark spots all over his body, and his chest is still wriggling with protruding sarcoma.

Nan Jing waved the ruler and brought all his strength down heavily.

"Snapped!!!"

The ruler was drawn on the body of the "village chief", and the village chief who was sneaking up directly fell to the ground, clutching his stomach, rolling and screaming in pain.

Nan Jing finished counting: "Seven."

At that time, he was severely whipped seven times by the village chief, who sprinkled incense ash, and now he returned it.

"Dingling—" the bell on the tip of the tongue made a crisp sound.

Nan Jing squatted down/body, the boning knife in his left hand pierced into the monster's chest, dropped the ruler in his right hand, grabbed the "village chief" by the neck, and pushed the monster-like village chief into the black In the lacquered coffin, Nan Jing said coldly: "Since you need the sacrifice so much, why don't you make this sacrifice!"

The seal on Nan Jing's little finger was dangling, burning and protruding sarcoma, the "village chief" was pressed into the coffin, and a little clarity appeared in the eyes of the "village chief" who raised his eyelids.

Nan Jing slowly pushed the boning knife into the rotten chest of the "Village Chief". He looked at the monster-like "Village Chief" and said softly:

"The sacrifice will not be successful. If you become an unqualified sacrifice and be sacrificed, the wealth and glory of Shanlong Village you want will not come."

"As long as I'm here, the sacrifice will never succeed."

The village chief's eyelids trembled like cramps, his cloudy eyes were red and bloodshot, his fingers twitched and scratched unwillingly, and a "ho ho" sound came out of his throat: "No... no, no, no Such."

"That's it." Nan Jing calmly concluded.

The monster-like "village head" stared wide-eyed, and his body was completely limp and fell into the coffin.

Nan Jing pulled out the boning knife from the monster-like village head, and the thick black and smelly liquid splashed on the ground. The wet bell fell and rolled on the collarbone.

His left hand hangs down feebly, hooked on the little finger and the ghost mark "pata-" fell to the ground, rolled a few times and landed on the ground. The rotting corpses in the coffins in the room are still motionless now, and Nan Jing lay on the ground for a short time. After a short break, he quickly got up again.

Yu Anyan was still trapped in the coffin, he couldn't let Yu Anyan die.

Nan Jing moved his left hand, and he could feel the little finger tugging. Nan Jing grasped the object hanging from the little finger into his palm. It was a hard and cold square object.

The pungent smell of tung oil and paint in the room made Nan Jing cough uncontrollably. Before he had time to check the wounds and seals on his body, he got up and pushed the black lacquered coffin next to him. This black lacquered coffin was carried by Yu Anyan at the time coffin.

With a strong push, the lid of the black lacquered coffin was pushed halfway open. Nan Jing rested his hands on the side panels of the coffin to support his body. It was much lower, Nan Jing exhaled and stretched out a hand to push the person lying in the coffin: "Yu Anyan?"

Yu Anyan's eyelids moved, but there was no sign of waking up. Nan Jing glanced at the seal in his hand. The seal was small and exquisite, made of iron as a whole, with gold inlaid on it. The use of living people to wake up, I don't know if it can awaken people's mind?

Nan Jing had just used the seal once, and he was really exhausted, but he still stretched out his hand and pulled the bell on the back of his neck to the front, wrapped his lips around a bell, and pinched the ghost seal with his left hand, aiming at Yu Anyan's body precisely and neatly. The right shoulder of the shirt was slightly opened.

Yu Anyan's right shoulder shrank slightly, and a golden and red seal mark that seemed to be watered by molten iron slowly appeared on the pale skin of the right shoulder.

Nan Jing slightly opened his eyes. Didn't the female ghost say that the seal can only leave marks on ghosts, but not on living people?

"Hmm—" Yu Anyan said softly, rolled his eyelids a few times, and opened them completely.

Yu Anyan's black pupils were blank for a moment, and he quickly looked to the side of the coffin with precision, and his pupils shrank when he saw Nan Jing.

Yu Anyan was watching Nan Jing spit out the bell and put away the seal. Nan Jing was standing beside the black lacquered coffin, the dark eyelashes on his white face were vividly moving, and the silver bell on the red string was spit out by his lips on his collarbone. When Nan Jing looked at Yu Anyan in a blink of an eye, his light-colored pupils seemed to reflect the candlelight, and there was a shattered red light.

Nam Kyung is alive, Nam Kyung is still alive.

Yu Anyan thought of the decisive look in Nan Jing's eyes when he pushed him in just now, and for a moment he felt that this young man who was only 19 years old was willing to use his decades of time to exchange him for a few months that were destined to die early Time.

Yu Anyan closed his eyes, he held down Nan Jing's shoulder and pressed down, Nan Jing was caught off guard by being so pressed and fell down towards the black lacquered coffin.

The light in the black lacquered coffin was dim, Yu Anyan pressed Nan Jing's shoulder tightly, he and Nan Jing kept only a palm distance, Yu Anyan looked at Nan Jing carefully, as if sure.

The exhaled temperature is hot, a living mirror.

Nan Jing tilted his head in doubt, his hands were placed on the sides stiffly as if he didn't know how to put them, Nan Jing didn't understand why Yu Anyan did this, it could only be attributed to Yu Anyan's fear of lying in a black lacquered coffin ?

Nan Jing had no choice but to comfort him: "Are you all right?"

Yu Anyan tightly closed his eyes. Only then did he realize what he had done. He moved his eyes and forcibly restored his indifferent and arrogant expression. He said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay."

Yu Anyan returned to his aggressive cold arrogance, and said softly, "Nan Jing, as I said, I don't need your help."