Fox Demon and Ghost

The black umbrella became a real thing because it escaped from the ghost's palm. Tu Ming bent down with some difficulty, picked up the black umbrella, walked slowly to the opposite of the ghost, and raised his arm to cover him from the sunlight that leaked in through the gap in the tiled window." Umbrellas can’t be thrown around, you have to rely on them for shade.”

The ghost was overjoyed because of Tuming's agreement, but he was inexplicably anxious like extreme joy begets sorrow, as if some irreversible situation was about to happen.

Tuming handed the umbrella to the ghost.

The ghost took it, and saw that the umbrella became transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye, blocking the scorching sunlight.

At the same time, Tu Ming said in a very low and light voice, "I'm sorry."

As soon as the words fell, a huge force that was too overwhelming to resist suddenly pressed on the ghost's back, forcing him to bend down——

At that moment, the ghost immediately understood the intention behind Tuming's false compromise, and tried to struggle, but the opponent's strength was so strong that the ghost couldn't break free, and there was a dull pain in his chest that was like suffocation. What the hell, the ghost's body lowered inch by inch——

Tu Ming's lips were bright red, eye-catching, as if they had been soaked in fresh water, but he still had a faint smile and bent down slowly.

In the empty and lonely main hall, parrots chirped loudly again, whirling and circling around the beam for a long time. At first glance, it sounded like the cuckoo was weeping and whining. Bright robes flutter in the air——

Husband and wife salute——

The parrot did not pause, fearing that something might go wrong while breathing, it said in one breath——

Li Cheng——

The strength on his back disappeared without a trace in an instant, and Gui Meng raised his head, staring at Tu Ming in a daze, his eyes blushing.

"I'm sorry." Tu Ming repeated, in a low voice like a raving, "This is the last time I will lie to you."

The ghost stared at Tuming with red eyes, and was silent for a long time.

Tu Ming took a step forward, grabbing the ghost's shoulders with both hands, and at the same time lowered his head to kiss the ghost's lips. It wasn't until there was no soft touch on the lips that he realized that he had made the same stupid mistake as the ghost—he Forget that the ghost is transparent at the moment.

But Tuming is different from ghost after all, he can spell.

Tu Ming raised his hand to weave a barrier, and the barrier was suddenly dark and chaotic like night, and the ghost's body gradually changed from transparent to solid.

The moment the two lips touched, the ghost opened his mouth and bit Tu Ming's lips, as if to vent his anger.

Tuming's kissing movement stopped suddenly, but it was only for a short moment. The next moment, Tuming's kiss was even more presumptuous and crazy, as if the long-suppressed desire was finally released.

A drop of crystal clear liquid slid down the ghost's cheek and flowed to the corner of the mouth, bringing a hint of saltiness, followed by the bitterness on the tongue coating that lingered for a long time.

There are only two of the five senses of ghosts, how can I have the sense of touch and taste?

Oh, right.

I almost forgot, my obsession came true, and I am no longer a living ghost at this moment.

A flood of memories surged in, making the ghost feel like his head was about to burst, barely holding all the memories, and the ghost painfully digested the entanglements of grievances and grievances from the previous life.All the forgotten fragments were finally connected into a thread, woven into a net, and finally wrapped the ghost densely, making him suffocate, desperate, at a loss, and powerless.

He remembered.

So he began to respond fiercely to Tu Ming's kiss, his body trembling, and the kiss was firmly resolute.

He remembered everything, including his own name.

But it was too late.

After panting for breath, Tu Ming finally opened his eyes, only to see that the ghost's body became transparent inch by inch. He thought that his light-shielding barrier was not strong enough, so he silently recited the strengthening formula several times, but it was in vain.

Then very soon, so fast that it only took a blink of an eye, the feeling of soft satin filling the palm disappeared, and the veined hands were clenched into two fists due to excessive force.

Because of the ghost's departure, the black umbrella became a reality again and fell to the ground. A few slender bamboo umbrella ribs overwhelmed their strength and collided head-on with the bluestone bricks, and finally broke at the waist.

Tu Ming spat out a mouthful of blood, and the light barrier instantly shattered.

A few drops splashed on the surface of the umbrella, like a red plum in full bloom.

The barrier outside the wooden house was probably broken by the Taoist at this moment, but it doesn't matter whether he has already sent Azhao away.

Due to Tuming's physical condition, the parrot can only dissipate in light smoke, and the rest has to be done by Tuming herself. Tuming adjusts her breathing, speaks softly, and her voice is thin and weak, far less loud and clear than the parrot. There are only six characters, and I have to divide it into two sentences, because I have to take a breath in the middle——

"Licheng."

"Send to the bridal chamber."

After finishing speaking, Tu Ming froze in place for a moment to stabilize her figure, then smiled, pulled up a cloud of air, and slowly walked into the bridal chamber.

In the bridal chamber, Zhu Dan is crimson red, bright and festive. Square red paper with happy characters is pasted on the window lattice, and the pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water is embroidered with gold silk on the cotton quilt of the bed sheet.The pine square table was painted crimson red, and a white porcelain jug was placed on the table. Two blank porcelain wine glasses beside the jug stood quietly on the table, waiting for the couple to marry.

Most of the red candles were burned, and candle tears hung on the copper platform of Panlong.

Tu Ming poured wine into the two white porcelain wine glasses, and the wine slowly flowed down from the mouth of the pot. When the two glasses were full, he suddenly realized that one person cannot drink the wine from the same cup.

So Tu Ming could only pick up one of the cups, and forced the corners of his mouth to curl up. The smile was not festive, but bitter and desolate. He took a sip, but he never thought that the wine was too spicy, burning so hot that his throat hurt. , but Tu Ming didn't want to think too much about it, so he simply blamed it all on the spirits and drank it all in one gulp.

Before the blood came up, it had been brought into the intestines by the wine, but even the internal organs were in pain like burning. Tu Ming was so painful that he convulsed, so he had to support a corner of the square table with one hand, and put the other hand on his lower abdomen, slowly sat down, bent over , arched his back, curled up his upper body, and the itching in his throat caused by the strong alcohol finally reached an unbearable point. He coughed heartbreakingly, choking tears from the corners of his eyes.

After the Taoist broke in, he saw in the wedding room, on the square table, a white porcelain wine glass still full of Hebei wine, and a red fox lying on the opposite side.

Double happiness characters, cotton quilts, red candles, round lanterns, and the debris left after the firecrackers exploded in the streets and alleys in the courtyard turned into blue smoke due to the death of the master of the spell, and were blown into the blue sky by the strong wind. From the flamboyant, gaudy, conspicuous vermilion faded to the gloomy, depressing, heavy gray, like a long-prepared absurd dream that was shattered in an instant, and has since disappeared without a trace.