Five supernatural bosses are vying to marry me

Next to the red wedding dress was the altar. After approaching Nan Jing's room, Yu Anyan discovered that there were actually two altars in Nan Jing's room.

There are two altars facing the bed in this room. One is a red lacquer altar. The red lacquer is mottled and peeling off. It looks very old, but there is no trace of dust on this altar. It should be cleaned by the villagers from time to time.

There are many small incense burners with brass tiger-shaped mouths on the mottled red lacquer table. There are about a dozen small incense burners, and a few sticks of incense are inserted in each incense burner. The incense is all lighted, and they are all thin yellow The long incense sticks, these incense sticks have only been burnt to the middle level at present, and the aroma is suffocating, covering the entire upper part of the altar.

There is a celadon urn in the middle of these incense burners, the size of a head. It should be the ashes urn that the village chief said they enshrined gods, but this posture does not seem to be enshrining some decent gods, but rather a bit Evil meaning.

The lower right corner of this large altar is next to a small yellow wooden altar that is half arm's width and calf-high.

In the center of this small altar table was a calendar-sized portrait of an immortal. Nan Jing followed Yu Anyan's gaze to look at this small yellow wooden altar table.

When Nan Jing looked at the portrait of the gods on the table, his heart suddenly pulled, as if there was a thread tightly connected to his heart. The side silver bell rang crisply.

The sound of the bell seemed to come from the Immortal Palace, surrounded by clouds and mists, it was indistinct and inaudible, and it seemed to come out of the ground, icy cold and ghostly.

Nan Jing's expression tightened, and he subconsciously touched the five bells hanging on the red rope on the back of his neck. His slender fingers touched the bells one by one from right to left, and none of the bells trembled, as if the ringing of the bells was just His hallucinations.

Pursing his lips, Nan Jing got up and walked to the small yellow wooden altar, which only reached to his kneecap.

At this moment, the room was dimly lit, and Nan Jing looked down and couldn't see the portrait of the god standing upright. He stretched out his slender index finger vigilantly, and poked the top of the portrait of the god, and the portrait of the god fell face-up on the yellow wooden altar. on the desktop.

Nan Jing lowered his head, and the fairy portrait was facing him. The light fell on the fairy portrait, making Nan Jing see more clearly.

The portrait was drawn on yellowed rice paper, and it looks quite old at first glance. The portrait has been eroded by years of wind and rain, and it has become unclear. It still cannot hide the majesty of the man in this fairy portrait.

The man was tall, wearing a black robe with gold silk and wide embroidery, and a twelve-pronged gold crown that would only be worn by an emperor. The portrait is not very clear and the eyes covered by bead curtains, even if you can't see clearly, you can still feel awe-inspiring.

Nan Jing moved his gaze down and saw the connection between the neck and jaw of this immortal man. There was a boxy, golden-red lettering like a tattoo. Inside the letter was a word with many strokes, but this part of the portrait was eroded It is too serious, and it can only be vaguely seen as a radical of the word "Li".

The clearest thing about this fairy portrait is the two things in the man's hands. The man in the painting is holding a white jade sword inlaid with gold in his right hand. There are also characters on the seal, and the word "Fengdu" is written on this seal.

Seeing that Nan Jing cared so much about this fairy portrait, Yu Anyan walked over.

As he approached, Yu Anyan looked at the portrait of the immortal. He used to scan the yellowed rice paper portraits for seals first, but he did not expect to find a small seal in the upper right corner of the painting.

Yu Anyan frowned: "This seal... looks like an authentic one?"

Nan Jing turned his head and looked at Yu Anyan in a daze: "What authentic work?"

Yu Anyan was stared at by Nan Jing's straight eyes, he raised his index finger and subconsciously clasped the outside of his thigh, then stretched out his finger, pointing to the upper right corner of the portrait: "This seal is the seal of a Chen who has been good at drawing pictures of immortals for hundreds of years. The color of the rice paper looks like an ancient relic, and judging from the characteristics of this painting of immortals, this portrait should be of Emperor Fengdu."

"Emperor Fengdu?" Nan Jing frowned and repeated in a low voice.

"It's normal if you don't know." Yu Anyan glanced at Nan Jing's dazed and puzzled expression, and explained, "Emperor Fengdu is also what the people call Ghost Emperor now."

"According to some historical records, in a certain period of history, Emperor Fengdu seemed to be real. At that time, because of the rampant ghosts, everyone believed that the ghost emperor could frighten all ghosts, so the worship of Emperor Fengdu was very devout. Emperor Fengdu was a folk The most worshiped god."

Yu Anyan is the director, and he has plenty of historical materials. Looking at Nanjing, he listened carefully, and his temperament, which has always been arrogant and too lazy to talk, unexpectedly narrated patiently: "But after this period of time, there are more and more stories about Emperor Fengdu and the so-called gods and ghosts." The records have been broken for a hundred years, I don’t know what happened during this period, and I haven’t found any evidence about this period of history, but after this, the people’s attitude towards Emperor Fengdu has undergone a great change.”

"The people began to loathe and even hate Emperor Fengdu."

"Some historians now believe that the ghost emperor specially let ghosts run rampant in the world, causing disasters in the world, so everyone began to fear and resent the ghost emperor, and dare not provoke him. Later generations will no longer enshrine Emperor Fengdu."

Nan Jing wrinkled his nose and said expressionlessly, "This group of people can't do it. If they don't find a way to deal with ghosts, they either ask the gods to bless them or blame the gods for their crimes. It's a kind of cowardice in itself."

This made Yu Anyan's phoenix eyes twitch slightly.

After Yu Anyan finished speaking, he glanced at the portrait of the immortal and the seal on it, and shook his head indifferently, how could there be an authentic picture of the immortal hundreds of years ago in such a remote village?

After talking about this topic, there was nothing between the two of them for a while, Yu Anyan went to the monitor and briefly explained how to use it with Nan Jing, before going back to the room: "Nan Jing, I'll go back to the room to rest first, if you have anything to do, you can knock on my room Door."

Nan Jing nodded.

After Yu Anyan left, Nan Jing couldn't help but walked to the small yellow wooden altar. This time he squatted down and inspected the altar carefully. With the light, Nan Jing found that there was a drawer under the small yellow wooden altar table. When Nan Jing opened the drawer, he saw a red candle inside.

Nan Jing didn't intend to touch the evil red candles in this village, so he let the drawer open and was about to go back to bed, and just sat on the bed.Suddenly there was a muffled sound, like the sound of something falling heavily on the wooden floor outside.

Nan Jing looked at the door of the room.

"Squeak, squeak—"

At twelve o'clock in the morning, a sound seemed to be stepped on the wooden stairs that had been in disrepair. Nan Jing almost immediately thought of the narrow wooden stairs from the second floor to the third floor.

The single room where Nanjing lives is at the corner, right next to the wooden staircase. When the camera was installed, it was not easy to place it, so it had to be placed next to the staircase. The camera can only take pictures of the last three steps of the wooden staircase. .

The creaking sound kept ringing, as if someone was stepping on this wooden staircase, going down the stairs step by step.

Nan Jing turned his head and immediately looked at the monitor in the room.

Under the dim light, there was nothing unusual about the nine screens cut on the monitor.

Nan Jing's gaze stopped at the lower right corner of the monitor, which was a camera placed next to the wooden stairs that could capture the door of everyone's room.

The creaking sound was still ringing, and once it sounded, the sound became louder, and one could clearly feel something approaching their door.

Nan Jing counted the number of times this sound sounded intently, 7, 8, 9, and when he counted to 10, in the screen in the lower right corner of the monitor, a foot suddenly stepped on the third-to-last wooden staircase. With red embroidered shoes on, she tiptoed on the steps of the stairs.

"squeak-"

The front of this embroidered shoe is pointed, the sole is very thick, and the flower stitches on the shoe are very rough. It looks like a pair of shoes given to a bride in some areas by the old man at home.

Nan Jing unconsciously relaxed his breath.

"squeak-"

Both feet appeared on the surveillance screen.

Stepping on the embroidered shoes is a bare foot, wearing a pair of dangling white trousers, his hands hang motionless by his sides, sticking to the linen trousers, the nails on his fingers seem to be roughed by someone It was lifted off, exposing the eroded and inflamed flesh of the nail bed.

On the next step, this figure completely appeared on the screen of the monitor. According to her, she should be a woman. This woman is dressed in white and white trousers, with loose black hair. Her face was covered, and she could only be seen on the monitor stepping stiffly on the wooden stairs step by step.

Nan Jing stared at the woman's walking pace, avoiding being heard by the woman, so he followed the pace of the woman walking step by step, stepping down at the same pace as the woman, and slowly leaning towards the bedside table where his black backpack was placed , He put a fruit knife and a pair of scissors in his backpack.

The woman in white stepped on the stairs twice more. At the moment when the embroidered shoes stepped on the last step of the stairs, Nan Jing was preparing to step on another step according to this speed. Before the toes touched the floor, the woman suddenly appeared in Nan Jing's in front of the door.

Nan Jing forcibly restrained the steps he was going to take, shrank his shoulders slightly, and firmly suppressed the voice in his throat.

The woman lowered her head, her long black hair hung down to block her face, "she" raised her hand mechanically, rubbing the knuckles of her fingers, and the five fingers seemed to make a clicking sound when they were bent.

"Knock knock-"

The woman knocked on the door.

Nan Jing turned his head to look at the monitor as quietly as possible without making any sound. Most of the people in the other four rooms were sleeping in the room. The sound of rain outside covered up the movement here, and Nan Jing completely slowed down his breathing.

The time under the monitor was beating every minute and every second. The woman slowly turned her neck and put her ears on the door, as if listening to the movement inside the door to make sure there was no one in the room.

The woman should not have heard a sound when she stuck to the door, so she put down her hands, and before Nan Jing could breathe a sigh of relief, the woman raised her head and knocked her head on the door like a rubber ball.

There was another knock on the door, but it was muffled.

Nan Jing held his breath, he was now about three steps away from his backpack, and he couldn't help but go to get the knives in the backpack that he had prepared before leaving without making a noise.Nan Jing glanced at it, slowly lowered his body, stretched out his hand, and finally reached the lamp on the bedside table.

The woman in white banged her head on the door for a minute. Nan Jing maintained her composure and watched the monitor without making any sound.

After 1 minute passed, the woman stopped knocking on the door, but Nan Jing didn't breathe a sigh of relief.

Because the woman was still standing motionless in front of their door and didn't leave!

Nan Jing didn't know what the woman in white was going to do next, his expression was tense.

On the monitor, the woman in white is facing the door, with her back to the camera, sticking to the door as if she is still. If the time on the monitor is not still beating, Nan Jing might think that she has entered some stagnant space.

He stared at the door, his breath becoming long.

"Creak creak-" came a tooth-piercing voice.

Nan Jing didn't react for a while, and when the sound gradually rang in his ears, Nan Jing realized that it was the sound of joint dislocation, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the monitor—the woman standing in front of their door bending over!

On the monitor, the woman in white bends down in a distorted arc. When she bends down, her joints are distorted and distorted. The right arm seems to be twisted in a full circle. The arm is normally blue and white. The bluish-white skin on the arm kept falling off, exposing the dark and rotten flesh inside.

The woman bent lower and lower, her head was almost touching the floor.

Nan Jing suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the door.

The light in the middle of the crack of the door was blocked by something, and under the faint light of the desk lamp, Nan Jing saw the hair coming in from the crack of the door, and a pair of black hole eyes full of rotten flesh and blood were "staring" into the room.

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