Five supernatural bosses are vying to marry me

At three o'clock in the morning, Shanlong Village.

"Nan Jing, you died in Shanlong Village, and you happened to die for this evil ghost like me."

Nan Jing frowned, he wanted to light the lighter, but before he could move, his wrist was restrained by Yu Anyan, who squeezed his index finger into Nan Jing's hand and took the lighter away.

"Click-" a sound.

The lighter was turned on, and the flame suddenly jumped up. Nan Jing was stabbed by the light and subconsciously closed his eyes. When he looked at Yu Anyan, his eyes opened and saw that Yu Anyan actually took out the leather from his backpack—— The piece of skin with Nanjing horoscope written on it.

Yu Anyan's black pupils were filled with biting coolness, he hooked the corners of his lips, and brought the brownish-yellow skin with glossy skin close to the lighter, before Nan Jing could react, when the flames burned onto the skin, Nan Jing felt as if his body was being burned, and he cried out in pain.

The red wedding dress that was originally worn on his body seemed to be burning now. Nan Jing felt that every inch of his skin was hurting. He shrank his shoulders, pursed his lips, and raised his head to reveal his slender fair neck. Pain rushes from pale to transparent.

"Yu, Yu Anyan, what are you doing?" Nan Jing breathed hard, his fingers twitched slightly, and wanted to reach for the piece of skin on which his character horoscope was written, but before he reached out, Yu Anyan grabbed his wrist.

A ribbon was torn off from the skirt of the red wedding dress. Yu Anyan lowered his head and wrapped the slippery red ribbon around Nan Jing's thin white wrist. Just now he cut the red ribbon for Nan Jing, but now He tied it with his own hands, and the red silk made Nan Jing's wrist whiter and whiter, as if if he tightened it a little more, the red color would be stained on the white porcelain, and with a little force, the wrist would be broken.

"Why?" Nan Jing endured the burning pain all over his body. When the skin on which his horoscope was written was burned, he was so painful that he couldn't move at all. what are you up to?"

Yu Anyan's dark pupils were filled with death like burning embers, and the red mole at the end of his eyes was beating coldly. He laughed lowly: "Nan Jing, I said, since you have been chosen as a sacrifice, you should marry me instead of living as a sacrifice." For this evil ghost in Shanlong Village, you might as well marry me."

Speaking of which, Yu Anyan stood up and walked directly to the black lacquered coffin where the corpses of the woman in white and the corpse of the village chief were carried. Yu Anyan stretched out his hand and dragged out the corpses of the woman in white and the village chief and threw them on the ground. Then Yu Anyan untied the windbreaker directly, Put the windbreaker in the coffin.

Nan Jing leaned against a coffin vertical board, his fingers twitched and wanted to get a lighter, but was suddenly hugged by Yu Anyan with both hands, Nan Jing looked up at it, and could only see a trace of expression on Yu Anyan's cold and arrogant face nothing.

The red wedding dress on Nan Jing hung down like blood as Nan Jing was picked up, the hem of the wedding dress fell to the ground, Nan Jing stretched out his thin white fingers to catch something, and finally He only hooked Yu Anyan's finger, and then hung down powerlessly.

Yu Anyan put Nan Jing's precious place into the black lacquered coffin. Nan Jing's fingers trembled to lift the ghost mark. The ghost mark can only be used if it is stained with blood from the tip of his tongue, but now he can't even lift the ghost mark. The power is gone.

In the dark environment with only faint light, Nan Jing lay in the coffin, his face was as white as paper, his lips were bitten tightly, and the red wedding dress on him was like flowing blood, binding him firmly, he His eyes seemed to be washed with glass beads in the bone-chilling ice and snow, they were translucent and bright, exuding a faint redness.

Yu Anyan paused for a moment, then pressed Nan Jing's shoulder calmly with his cold fingers with well-defined joints.

Nan Jing's eyes were full of puzzlement.

Like knowing nothing, but possible?

Yu Anyan looked at Nan Jing, his heart was beating heavily, Yu Anyan closed his eyes, and then opened them with mad indifference: "It's Yinshi in 1 minute, Nan Jing, I'll go on the road with you. "

Nan Jing's eyelashes moved, and he pursed his lips tightly, not planning to talk to Yu Anyan anymore.

"Squeak—" The door of the room on the third floor opened in response, and a very cold wind blew in.

The cameraman and Li Yifei were woken up by the wind, Li Yifei stood up cursing, and got stuck when he saw Yu Anyan standing in the black lacquered coffin with scissors dripping blood.

Yu Anyan's figure stood upright, the sleeves of his indigo shirt were slowly rolled up, revealing the beating mechanical watch on his wrist, the time was passing by every minute, Yu Anyan glanced at the cameraman and Li Yifei, and said softly Order: "Come and carry the coffin."

The two didn't dare to have any objections at all, and hurried over to prepare to carry the coffin.

When he saw Nan Jing in the coffin wearing a red wedding dress, Li Yifei was so frightened that he almost cursed out loud.

Is Yu Anyan crazy?

But this is a good thing. Nan Jing was forced by Yu Anyan to make a sacrifice. If the sacrifice is successfully completed, they will be able to leave Shanlong Village. Thinking of Li Yifei looking at Nan Jing with a bit of joy and resentment, and matching his lips Nan Jing said: "Die Nan Jing!"

Yu Anyan glanced at Li Yifei indifferently, Li Yifei quickly froze and lowered his head in fear, not to be mean again.

Yu Anyan walked up to the coffin, but did not seal the coffin jar, but directly lifted the coffin. The videographer and Li Yifei consciously lifted a corner of the coffin from behind, one left and one right. The two of them had no right to refuse at all, and followed Yu Anyan walked out of the room door.

As soon as you take the first step out of the room door, you can see that the black mist rolling outside the room door just now has dissipated, and a dirt road appears. What you can see at the end of the dirt road is the gray-white stone brick ladder on Shanlong Mountain , that day the ladder could not see the end at a glance, under the faint moonlight, except for the dirt road and the ladder, other places were all dark.

The cameraman walked for a while and asked Li Yifei timidly: "Has Yu Anyan been possessed? Why did he put Nanjing in the coffin as a sacrifice? Will he come back and kill us later? We have to don't want……"

Li Yifei snorted and asked the cameraman: "You have been with Yu Anyan for so long, have you never watched Yu Anyan's interview?"

The cameraman shook his head submissively.

A piercing suona sound sounded from the place where the black mist rolled on both sides of the dirt road. For some reason, white paper money began to fall all over the sky. A biting wind blew up the whole dirt road, and the suona hit people's ears straight , mournful and sad, with a murderous intent.

"It's normal if you don't know. Yu Anyan's rich father deleted this interview." Li Yifei was startled and terrified in this environment, swallowed his saliva and said with fear and pleasure: "The whole circle knows that Yu Anyan died at the age of 23. He was about to die, so a reporter asked Yu Anyan if he could accept that he would leave before his partner, and his partner would find another lover?"

"Guess how Yu Anyan answered?"

Li Yifei looked at Nan Jing in the coffin, the red wedding gown was so red in the white paper money all over the sky, and Nan Jing's hands were bound, so fragile that he couldn't move, Nan Jing's fair face showed no expression, The pink lips were tightly pressed, as if he had accepted his fate of death.

Li Yifei smiled silently, he didn't know how happy Nan Jing was going to die.

Li Yifei said cheerfully: "Yu Anyan said lightly at that time——"

"The lover I am looking for will be buried with me when I die."

Although this paragraph was deleted by Yu Anyan's father, it still leaked out privately.

From then on, no one in the entertainment industry dared to talk to Yu Anyan about getting married anymore, and even a bunch of people began to scold Yu Anyan behind his back for feudal thinking, but no one dared to bet that Yu Anyan really wouldn't do it.

Although Yu Anyan was rich and held a big prize at a young age, Yu Anyan died early, and if he died with Yu Anyan, he would have nothing. Who would want to be buried with an early death? Isn't it good to live?

"Niu Yiwei month, Gengwu day, auspicious day of the zodiac, earth up, burial!"

The suona sound is getting closer!A high-pitched voice sounded, and in the black fog on both sides of the dirt road, came a group of villagers covered with black spots. The villagers were no longer alive at first glance, and each villager stretched out a rotten hand in front of him. , Some villagers held suonas, some villagers squirmed and stared at the group of people with black spots all over their faces, but they seemed to be blocked by something and could not go up the dirt road.

Seeing this scene, Li Yifei completely shut his mouth. He shrugged his shoulders, and looked at Yu Anyan's tall and straight figure in front of him with hatred. There was a ladder in front of him.

It was a steep upward ladder. The ladder was originally a unique experience project in the Shanlongshan Scenic Area. Now all major scenic spots in China are building glass trestle bridges. The scenery of more than 1000 meters from the erected glass is exciting enough.

But this ladder in Shanlong Mountain Scenic Area is more exciting. It is a stone ladder about one person wide, and the side is tied with hemp rope as a guardrail.

It was okay at the beginning, but the more you go up, the more exciting it is, especially when you get to the middle of the mountain, you can see lush trees.You can't see the top when you go up, and you can't see the bottom when you look back. There are only narrow stone and brick ladders. If you step wrong, you will fall down and be smashed to pieces.

The rotting corpse villagers who were standing on both sides of the dirt road followed them up the ladder, and the group of rotting corpses were behind the coffin, chanting sacrificial words in dialect that the two of them could not understand followed behind.

The cameraman and Li Yifei were completely terrified and unable to say a word, they could only mechanically and stiffly carry the coffin up the ladder.

The three carried the coffin and walked up the ladder step by step with difficulty.

The voices of the carrion villagers chanting the sacrificial words became louder and louder. As the shrill suona sounded in the ears of the two of them, it was impossible to count how long they had walked. When the two had vaguely seen the top of the ladder, the suona and the sacrificial words The sound stopped suddenly.

Among the group of rotting corpses, some villagers shouted in a strange and sharp voice: "Stop the coffin, light red candles, and burn the horoscope!"

This is what is written in the sacrificial book. In the middle of the ladder, red candles are used to burn the horoscope of the person in the coffin to suppress the person's hatred and resentment.

Now the coffin is Nan Jing, and Nan Jing's horoscope is in Yu Anyan's hands.

The cameraman and Li Yifei were horrified when they heard the word stop the coffin, they didn't even think about it, they took a step back, and the back of the coffin hit the ground.

The back of the coffin hit the ground with great force, Yu Anyan moved to the side, and the pure black lacquered coffin fell to the ground with a "bang", crushing the stone bricks, causing the stones to fly.

Yu Anyan stood tall and straight on the ladder, in the drizzle, he turned his head indifferently.

The head of the village with dark spots on his face led a group of villagers behind him. One of the carrion corpses stood upright, and each carrion corpse held a lit red candle in its hand, standing upright with a strange expression on it. Standing behind them with a smile, they all opened their mouths: "Ji Shao Ba Zi!"

"Sacrificing Bazi horoscope!!!"

Nan Jing suddenly opened his eyes amidst the dense voices. His body has relaxed a little now, but his hands and feet are still stiff and difficult to move. Under the layers of white paper money, Nan Jing struggled to move his fingers. His hands were bound by red silk, making it difficult to move.

But Nan Jing still tried to hook the ghost seal and wanted to send it to his mouth.

As long as the blood on the tip of his tongue is stained with this ghost seal, he can use the power of the ghost seal to rise up.

Yu Anyan's knuckle-boned fingers slowly clasped beside the black lacquered coffin and stretched down. Finally, Yu Anyan grabbed Nan Jing's arm, and he tightly circled Nan Jing's arm. The layers of cold red wedding dress satin covered Nan Jing's The held arm.

Under the round snow-white paper money all over the sky, Yu Anyan stood tall and straight beside the coffin, his black pupils showed a kind of destructive madness.

"Nan Jing, I will light the black lacquered coffin now, so we can die together."

After Yu Anyan didn't say anything about burning the horoscope, the group of rotting corpse villagers all turned around with their heels facing the three of them, and the end of the rotting corpse "creaked and creaked" turned 180 degrees, moved their heels towards the three of them, and approached the three of them step by step , the rotting corpse's lips were parted, and it gave a strange and fierce smile, and said in a thin and strange voice: "Ji Shao Ba Zi!"

Li Yifei was frightened crazy by the approaching carrion corpses. He leaned against the black lacquered coffin in panic, turned his head and yelled sharply at Yu Anyan: "What is the horoscope for offering sacrifices? Is it the horoscope for burning Nanjing!"

"Yu Anyan, take out Nan Jing's horoscope and burn it!!!"

The cameraman was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, a distorted smile appeared on his cowardly face, and he said flatteringly to Yu Anyan: "Director Yu, hurry up and burn Nanjing's horoscope, we can come out after the sacrifice is completed." After you leave the village, you will continue to be your promising director, and I can also prepare to find someone to marry as a successor."

"Director Yu, I just sacrificed a south mirror."

Yu Anyan brushed back the broken hair that fell on his forehead, and his black eyes were smudged with indifference. He didn't even give his eyes to the cameraman and Li Yifei at all, but just firmly held Nan Jing's wrist with one hand, and He took out the lighter.

Li Yifei was overjoyed when he saw the lighter, but he soon discovered that Yu Anyan didn't show any Nan Jing's horoscope, but took the lighter and pointed it straight at the coffin full of paper money.

Yu Anyan was not going to sacrifice to Nan Jing at all!

He wants to drag everyone to die together, Yu Anyan is a lunatic!

Li Yifei's face and eyes were sharp, he looked at the carrion approaching every step of the way, screamed sharply, rushed towards Yu Anyan regardless, trying to push Yu Anyan away.

Looking at this scene, Nan Jing suddenly dissipated the strength he had gathered on his arms, and instead exhausted all his strength to push Yu Anyan forward neatly, and his whole body moved forward to completely protect Yu Anyan.

Yu Anyan's eyes turned cold, and he turned around fiercely. His slightly long black hair rustled in the drizzle following his movements. Yu Anyan leaned his waist against the black lacquered coffin, and kicked his long legs violently. Yu Anyan's leather boots were heavy. Kicked on Li Yifei's heart.

Li Yifei kicked and screamed and took a few steps back, his hand was pinched and folded down by Yu Anyan's outstretched hand.

"Ah!!!" Li Yifei cried out in pain.

Yu Anyan snatched the scissors from Li Yifei's hand, looked at Li Yifei with extremely cold eyes, as if looking at an object, he took the scissors and directly stabbed Li Yifei's arm without hesitation, Li Yifei threw himself on the ground in pain.

Nan Jing tried his best to support his body and sat up. Yu Anyan raised his eyebrows looking at the red silk tied on Nan Jing's hand who was sitting up, and said softly: "There is no need to block this for me, you are still pretending to save me now." , Do you want me to let you go and let you escape?"

Nan Jing's light-colored pupils quietly looked at Yu Anyan. He took a breath and wanted to say that he didn't need to pretend. Suddenly, a gust of wind came, and Nan Jing turned back vigilantly.

I saw the group of rotting corpse villagers approaching the end of the coffin step by step, but stopped when they were only one meter away.

This group of rotting corpses stood there with stiff and greedy smiles on their faces. Nan Jing looked at the village chief with black spots in the front and looked at him with hatred. Every rotting corpse was torn apart. Nan Jing's heart skipped a beat as he wore his own white gown, and lumps of dark, rotten lump-like flesh protruded from the peeled skin on the chests of these carrion corpses.

The meat fell to the ground and was gathering!After merging into a terrifying rotten monster, the monster's figure gradually gathered to the height of a person, and two red eyeballs that squirmed alive grew out of the top piece of rotten flesh.

The eyeballs rolled and made a sticky sound, and finally aimed straight at Nan Jing, revealing a hint of covetous greed.

Nan Jing took a breath, and made a hoarse voice from his sticky voice: "Yu Anyan, run,"

"Run up the ladder, hurry up!"

Yu Anyan looked at the monster quietly, with madness hidden in his eyes, and his voice was as cold as ice: "Nan Jing, I said, you don't need to pretend!"

"Or, would you rather die in the hands of this kind of monster?" Yu Anyan turned his head, the red mole at the end of his eyes twitched coldly: "You don't want to be burned to death with me?"

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