Five supernatural bosses are vying to marry me

Nan Jing blinked: "Oh."

Yu Anyan paused, and quickly let go of Nan Jing, who stood up.

After both of them stood outside the coffin, they naturally regarded the other two who were still lying in the coffin as non-existent.

Nan Jing hid the part of the bell, and first told his own experience: "I think the sacrifice must not be completed, but we still need to find the second half of the sacrifice book to see if we can find a way to completely destroy the sacrifice, so that we we can go out."

"My experience is similar to yours, but I didn't talk to that lady ghost, I just couldn't move, and you woke me up when I was about to be skinned," Yu Anyan's Mo Tong, who was hiding a lot of emotions, looked at Nan without moving. Jing: "Nan Jing, you saved my life again."

Nan Jing said politely, "You're welcome, I should."

After all, he wanted to take away the bell from Yu Anyan's body.

Nan Jing spoke seriously, Yu Anyan coughed, barely maintained his indifferent expression, he withdrew his mind and lowered his eyes to analyze: "Let's find the sacrificial book first, according to what you said, the biggest evil spirit in Shanlong Village should be The so-called 'immortal' that the village chief said, let's find the second half of the sacrificial book and see if we can think of a way."

"Hurry up, the sacrifice will be on the next morning, and we need to find the sacrifice book before the sacrifice begins."

"But all the coffins have already been found, and the second half of the sacrificial book has not been found." Nan Jing thoughtfully looked at the whole room.

Yu Anyan followed Nan Jing's gaze and looked at the entire room on the third floor. He raised his eyebrows, looked at the pure black lacquered coffin that Nan Jing had been lying on, and smiled slightly: "No, we haven't found the four black lacquered coffins yet. , won’t it be so complicated, the second half of the sacrificial book is in this black lacquered coffin.”

Hearing this, Nan Jing showed a comprehension expression, and walked swiftly to the black lacquered coffin he had been lying in. Of course, Nan Jing is now sealing the head of Shanlong Village who has turned into a monster in the black lacquered coffin. .

Nan Jing stretched out his hand and touched the wood attached to the bottom of the coffin inch by inch. When he touched the bottom, he encountered a familiar cold and slippery touch. After pulling it out, Nan Jing lit the lighter and observed carefully.

What I took out was indeed a piece of skin. This piece of skin was relatively large, about the size of two palms. It also showed a brownish-yellow oily color. On the front was a lunar calendar horoscope. Nan Jing found the horoscope It turned out to be his own.

Yu Anyan raised her eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

Nan Jing pointed to the horoscope on the skin, and said softly, "This horoscope...is my horoscope."

"But I don't know how the people in Shanlong Village have such detailed horoscopes like mine."

Detail down to the precise minute.

Nan Jing paused, knowing that now was not the time to explore these things, before Yu Anyan could answer, he looked directly at the back, where the second half of the sacrificial book was written.

The two looked at each other, and Nan Jing read the second half of the sacrificial book by the light of the lighter:

"Put seven nails on the coffin, and carry the coffin into the ladder. Remember, it takes Yin time to lift the coffin into the ladder. When four people carry the coffin to the middle of the ladder, write the horoscope of the person in the coffin on the paper with a special The red candle burned out."

"This method can suppress and eliminate the resentment of the people in the coffin, and then lift the coffin to the end of the ladder and bury it next to the tomb of the god, and the sacrifice is complete."

Nan Jing looked at the pure black lacquered coffin. According to the world he was dragged into by the female ghost, the "self" in the coffin was the one that Shanlong Village originally prepared for sacrifices. I don't know where these villagers got their horoscope on the skin.

Now they definitely cannot offer sacrifices.

Yu Anyan frowned and thought, and said slowly: "The sacrificial book said that when we carried the coffin to the middle of the ladder, the sacrificial book asked us to burn your horoscope with a red candle in order to suppress you. Now we will definitely not send you away." As a sacrificial offering, the horoscope will not be burned, it may directly destroy the sacrificial offering and gain a chance of life."

Nan Jing gave a "hmm" and said, "I think so too."

After discussing the result, the two went to prepare to seal the coffin and go up the ladder.

It was only at this moment that Nan Jing remembered that according to the customs of Shanlong Village, three people were needed to carry the coffin, and two people were sealed in the black lacquered coffin.

Nan Jing pushed open the lid of the black lacquered coffin expressionlessly, first woke up the photographer with a seal, then turned around and slowly pushed away the lid of Li Yifei's coffin, and stamped Li Yifei as well.

However, stamping the ghost seals on these two people did not leave any mark on them. Nan Jing thought of the seal he gave Yu Anyan before, which made a golden and red mark appear on Yu Anyan's right shoulder, and he paused.

Why did Yu Anyan leave a mark on his body?

Yu Anyan was keenly aware, and turned his head to look at his right shoulder. At this time, his shirt had been adjusted, and he couldn't see the imprint that Nan Jing had printed on his right shoulder just now. Yu Anyan asked Nan Jing: "What's wrong? "

Nan Jing shook his head, the most important thing now is not this, maybe he just misread it.

The cameraman crawled out of the black-painted coffin in horror, slumped on the ground and touched his chest. His mouth was wide open, as if he was about to cry out in pain, but he couldn’t make a sound. His hands trembled. He quickly opened the opening of the T-shirt, saw the area on his chest, his eyes were dazed.

Nan Jing frowned, lit a lighter and took a photo towards the cameraman, only to see that the chest exposed by the cameraman's T-shirt had been cut off in a straight line.

The cameraman was the first to enter the coffin. According to the time, he was indeed skinned in the world he was drawn into. The cameraman stared blankly. When the four of them went out to find Xiao Chen, he had also heard of Nanjing. Regarding the discourse about skinning and possessing, it is known that ghosts can climb up and possess after skinning.

"What should I do?" The cameraman slumped in the black-painted coffin room, unable to move.

Nan Jing's fair face was expressionless, and he wasn't going to do anything about it.

The black-lacquered coffin was the first thing the videographer himself had to climb into. It was the videographer and Li Yifei who forced him to make a sacrifice in the first place. Now being skinned is his own fault.

As for the need for three people to carry the coffin, Nan Jing is not worried about whether these two people will be possessed before lifting the coffin. Nothing wants them to carry the coffin up the ladder to complete the sacrifice. It says that four living people are needed to lift the coffin, so the evil spirit will definitely not possess him before Li Yifei and the cameraman finish lifting the coffin.

"Ah!" A scream broke the silence of the room.

Li Yifei crawled out of the coffin like shit, he rolled on the ground crazily as if something had grown on his body, tearing off his clothes, leaning his head and looking at his chest, screaming: "I My skin has been peeled!"

"What should I do? I can't die! I want to be popular!" Li Yifei rolled over on the ground like crazy, he wanted to scratch his chest, but he quickly retracted his hand when he stretched it out, Li Yifei rolled Thinking of something, he looked into the room and saw the cameraman holding his T-shirt and bowing his head in a daze, as well as Nan Jing and Yu Anyan standing upright.

Nan Jing and Yu Anyan seemed to be fine.

Why do Nan Jing and Yu Anyan have such a good life!Especially Nanjing!Why wasn't Nanjing skinned!

Hatred and anger invaded Li Yifei, he looked at Nan Jing with vicious and resentful eyes, Li Yifei thought resentfully, he must not die, Nan Jing should be the one who died!

Li Yifei rolled on the ground, looking towards the door of the room on the third floor, he murmured: "Sacrifice, as long as we complete the sacrifice! We can go out if the wish is successful!"

Thinking of this, Li Yifei didn't care about the wounds on his body. He quickly got up, rushed to the door of the room on the third floor, opened the wooden door of the room and shouted: "We are going to lift that coffin up the ladder! If the sacrifice is successful, it will come out." village!"

An extremely cold wind blew into the room on the third floor, Nan Jing, who didn't even bother to look at Li Yifei, an idiot, frowned and turned to look outside the door.

After Li Yifei opened the door, his whole body was like a chicken being strangled, he staggered backwards, sat on the ground, and looked outside in despair.

Nan Jing lit the lighter and took a photo there. He was far away from the door of the room, and he could barely see that the whole room was covered by black mist. They came from the second floor to the third floor room. Speaking of looking out from the door on the third floor, what you see is the corridor on the second floor and rooms that are used as accommodation for tourists.

But now, looking out from the door, the corridors and rooms on the second floor can no longer be seen at all. The thick black mist rolls outside the room door, and Nan Jing can vaguely see the strange howling faces in the black mist. Breaking through the black mist to come in, there was a vicious grimace that was about to rush into the room.

Nan Jing's heart skipped a beat.

Yu Anyan glanced at it, frowned, and ordered Li Yifei in a cool voice: "Close the door."

Li Yifei was woken up a little by the cool voice, he quickly stood up and closed the door with a "bang," and looked at Nan Jing and Yu Anyan tremblingly.

Fear and hatred welled up in his heart, Li Yifei raised his fingers tremblingly and said sharply: "Nan, Nan Jing, you are a sacrifice!! If you don't sacrifice, we will all die!"

"Shut up," Nan Jing said coldly, impatiently explaining, and said directly: "I won't die."

But these words obviously couldn't calm Li Yifei, Li Yifei rushed directly to Nanjing with hatred and resentment fear.

"Li Yifei," Yu Anyan called Li Yifei's name in a low voice. Yu Anyan leaned against a pure black lacquered coffin, his legs crossed, his expression indifferent. , the sharp part of the scissors was aimed straight at Li Yifei.

Yu Anyan pinched the scissors and pointed at the spot where Li Yifei was just now, and ordered in a cold voice: "Sit back."

Li Yifei's movement of rushing towards Nanjing stopped, he watched Yu Anyan swallowed, and sat back shivering.

Li Yifei had never felt that Yu Anyan was as aggressive as he was at this moment, so that he couldn't raise any thoughts of resistance. This aggressiveness seemed as if as long as he rushed over, he would really be... killed by Yu Anyan.

Yu Anyan said softly: "It's not time for sacrifice, so I can't go up the ladder now, wait."

"You guys lied to me!" Li Yifei screamed, "Nan Jing doesn't even have this sacrifice, so why sacrifice?"

"I killed the village chief," Nan Jing glanced at Li Yifei, and said directly, "The village chief can be a sacrifice."

Li Yifei froze on the spot, he was trembling and wanted to speak but couldn't say a word, the camera operator looked at Nanjing in fear in the blood-red wedding dress not far away, and swallowed dryly.

Both Yu Anyan and Nan Jing tacitly did not explain to them, nor did they mention the second half of the sacrificial book they just found, Nan Jing was too lazy to explain to the two idiots.

Yu Anyan's thinking was a bit more complicated than Nan Jing's. He understood human nature too well, and he knew that even if he discussed the pros and cons with the cameraman and Li Yifei, given how selfish and timid they were, they would definitely choose to complete the sacrifice.

There is Nan Jing's horoscope on the sacrificial book, so it is safe to put it on Nan Jing's body.

Li Yifei and the videographer reluctantly calmed down after hearing Yu Anyan said that they had to wait. The skin on their chests was peeled off. The intense fear made them huddle in the dark and nervously wait for the time to pass. Both of them closed their eyes because of exhaustion.

Nan Jing put the black backpack aside, stuffed half of the leather sacrificial book with the female ghost character into it, and sat cross-legged on the ground, ready to rest for a while to replenish some energy.

Nan Jing looked at Yu Anyan, and said in a flat voice, "Director Yu, go to sleep, I'll just watch the time."

It is written in the sacrificial book that Yinshi goes up the ladder, and Yinshi is from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] in the middle of the night, which is the time when the sky and the earth alternate between day and night.

Nan Jing ignited the lighter, leaned closer to Yu Anyan to look at the time on the mechanical watch in his hand, there was still nearly an hour until three o'clock in the morning.

Yu Anyan was sitting opposite Nan Jing, his left leg was on the ground, his right leg was bent and propped up, his slightly long black hair brushed his neck, his expression was haughty and indifferent, he felt a little warm when he heard Nan Jing's words: "No need, I am not sleepy."

Nan Jing propped his forehead and refused: "I'm not sleepy either."

Under the pulsating flame of the lighter, one can see Yu Anyan's face is closed, his thin lips are tightly closed, and the red tear mole at the corner of his right eye dances with the flaming flame of the lighter, which is rare to have a warm color. Not so bad to approach.

Under the light of the fire, Yu Anyan closed her eyes and said softly, "Nan Jing, you have to get out of Shanlong Village alive."

Yu Anyan, who had always held his head high and was always unwilling to succumb to fate, now hoped that Nan Jing would not be affected by his early death.

If any of them can get out of Shanlong Village alive, that person must be Nan Jing.

Nan Jing pursed his lips and said seriously, "We can all walk out of Danlong Village alive."

In the dark third-floor Buddhist hall filled with coffins, there was only a faint light from a lighter flickering between the two of them. The whole room was filled with musty and rotten fishy smells, and the temperature in the entire third-floor room was very low. The cold breath rushed straight to the person's body, from the spine to the inside of the body, it was bitingly cold.

Yu Anyan took advantage of the firelight to reflect Nan Jing's figure in his black eyes, from Nan Jing's soft black hair sticking to his temples, to the light-colored pupils hiding the broken light, to the rosy lips that were just moistened by Nan Jing's tongue .

His eyes slipped to the front of Nan Jing's neck, and there was a silver bell hanging on a blood-red rope, dangling on the thin but warm white collarbone, very... uniquely beautiful.

Yu Anyan's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he bent his index finger to touch his lips, and then put it down.

Nan Jing is only 19 years old. Most teenagers at this age should have just finished high school. In this rainy summer, they are worried that there is too much rain and delay going out to play. However, Nan Jing is in the wet rain, guarding the coffins all over the floor with him Waiting for the unexpected fate of life and death.

"Nan Jing," Yu Anyan raised his lips and smiled softly, "You are the only one who didn't come to me to save me because of the Yu family and my father."

"I hated a lot of people." Yu Anyan's slender fingers brushed the broken hair on his forehead slightly, and the half-closed phoenix eyes concealed many damp and sharp emotions: "I was seriously ill when I was six years old, and someone told me that I would not survive." 23 years old."

"I am destined to die early, for the Yu family, and for most people in the world."

There was a trace of coldness in Yu Anyan's eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up ironically: "People who are destined to die early are not worthy of being given expectations, even my father treats me like this."

The flame of the lighter in Nan Jing's hand beeped for a while, because the lighter was overheated, and the flame went out.

In the capital, in the Yu family's villa.

With a scream, all the lights in the villa were turned on with a snap.

Yu Anyan's father, Yu Hong, sat up from the bed sweating profusely. He was planning to go to Shanlong Mountain to prepare various rescue matters, but was stopped by an expert.

The expert directly asked Yu's father to stay in the capital: "You and your son Yu Anyan have conflicting fates, it's best to stay where you are. Going to Shanlong Village will only harm Yu Anyan."

Yu's father was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, but he could only stay in Beijing, looking for someone from a distance to ask someone to come to Shanlong Village for rescue as soon as possible. Wait and see the situation of the landslide, and after confirming that it is safe, the rescue will begin.

Yu Hong's assistant, surnamed Xu, was an old man who was with Yu's father, and he was quite prudent in his work. After Yu Anyan entered Shanlong Village, there was no news, so Assistant Xu simply followed Yu's side the whole time to help with the company and rescue matters.

Hearing Yu Hong's hiss at this time, Assistant Xu, who was dealing with things downstairs, hurried upstairs, knocked on the door and entered the room. Seeing Yu's father with disheveled gray hair sitting on the bed with a frightened expression, he lowered his voice, worried Asked: "Mr. Yu, did you have a nightmare?"

Yu Hong raised his red eyes. Even though Yu's father's eyes were old, he could still see the connotation of being romantic when he was young. In Assistant Xu's opinion, Yu Anyan was the one who resembled Yu Hong the most, no matter in terms of talent or appearance.

It's just a pity...

With a hoarse voice, Yu Hong's face was full of remorse and pain, and he looked very old: "Old Xu, I dreamed of when An Yan was 12 years old. Do you remember that when An An was 12 years old, he almost, almost... jumped off. "

Of course Assistant Xu remembers this incident. There is no one in Yu's family who does not remember this incident. When Yu Anyan was 12 years old, a woman sent a message to the old man of Yu's family, saying that she had a child with Yu's father in a one-night affair. , Now the child is 11 years old.

At that time, the entire Yu family was in chaos. After all, because of Yu's father's health, it was very difficult to have a child, and Yu Anyan, who had finally waited for him, had already been determined to be...an early death.

Everyone's attention was focused on the child who was about to be born. No one noticed that Yu Anyan hadn't returned after going to the Children's Palace that day. The driver forgot to pick him up, and Yu Anyan didn't call back...

"I came back from the company and found that An Yan didn't come back." Even after 11 years, Yu's father could still clearly recall the details of what happened at that time, with the same fear in his eyes as at that time: "I hurried to the Children's Palace to look for it, but there was no one." Find An Yan in class."

Yu Hong was completely immersed in the fear at that time, his cold sweat slipped from his gray temples, he looked straight at Assistant Xu and asked in a trembling voice: "In the end, do you guess where I found An Yan?"

The top floor of the Children's Palace, in front of the stained glass windows.

Assistant Xu read this sentence silently from the bottom of his heart. Since 13 years ago, Mr. Yu would bring up this matter repeatedly every year. Even though Assistant Xu did not see this scene himself, he knew the details.

"I found An Yan on the top floor of the Children's Palace, in front of the stained glass window." Father Yu stretched out his finger and made a sign of 'Seventeen', hissing: "The seventeenth floor, that's the seventeenth floor. Standing before that open window, looking back at me with black eyes."

"An Yan was only one step away from the glass window. He looked back with no expression on his face. Tell me, tell me," Yu Hong's face was pale, his voice was trembling, showing a kind of pain, obviously Think of that scene.

"My An Yan told me—"

"Dad, if I jump from here now, you will only have a good and lively son who can inherit your family property."

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