After awakening the evil god, it was marked

"Xia... Mr. Xia?"

In the dim light, someone exclaimed.

The candles on the altar suddenly lit up.

The candles that were originally used as decorations are now dancing with faint blue flames.The auspicious pattern of dragon and phoenix melted in the firelight, blurring into another distorted posture.

Mr. Xia is like a doll used to perform a puppet show. The joints of his body are hung by invisible thin threads. His left hand is raised high, and his right arm is raised flat. Yes, the fingertips are bloody.His back is bent, he leans forward, his left leg is still kneeling on the ground, but he has legs but makes a movement to stand up.

His expression was very painful, his eyeballs were rolled up, his face was purple, and he should have died of suffocation.If you look carefully, you will see the inside of the overturned coffin lid next to him, as well as bloodstains from fingernails.

He stiffly dropped his left palm to the ground, raised his right hand again, and repeated the same movement.The whole movement was very incoherent, and every time he moved, there was a clanging sound of bones hitting the edge of the coffin.

It's like a zombie who has been sleeping underground for too long and is already unwell and fled.

He climbed out of the coffin, panting heavily, and crawled towards Mr. Jin.

Mr. Jin's eyes were full of anger, he cursed in a low voice, grabbed the person next to him, and stood in front of him, and shouted to the monk on the other side: "Master Huitong, do it quickly!"

The stunned monk finally came to his senses, twirling the prayer beads and chanting.

The deep chanting sound floated in the air, pressing heavily on Mr. Xia.

His behavior was not blocked at all, and he was still moving towards Mr. Jin unstoppably.

With a low growl, Mr. Jin retreated to the door, wanting to go out.

The door slammed shut, giving him no chance to struggle.A slender snake coiled around the doorknob, spitting scarlet letters at him.

Mr. Jin tried several times, but the door didn't budge.He simply turned his head and said ferociously: "Don't hide, catch this pretender."

He shouted loudly: "Whoever can catch him can come to me to get a bonus of 10 yuan, and he can also work in the headquarters."

But even so, very few people were willing to sacrifice their lives, and they were all torn to pieces by Mr. Xia on the road.

Those who were still swaying immediately made up their minds and fled towards the window, scrambling to get out.

But the windows were closed tightly.Some people couldn't open it, so they hit it with their foreheads, and the head was bleeding and fell down in a daze. The people behind took advantage of him being unable to move, directly picked up his collar, and hit him against the window glass.

And "Mr. Xia" is still moving in the direction of Mr. Jin.

Mr. Jin grinned and said, "Then you can't blame me."

He grabbed the ankle of the person closest to him, dragged him to his side, and threw him at "Mr. Xia".

"Mr. Xia" does not dodge or dodge.The weight of a 150-jin adult male is like a snowflake to him, and it can't cause him any trouble at all.

He was still approaching Mr. Jin at a slow and inescapable speed.

In the end, everyone in the house was thrown out by Mr. Jin as a shield, and under the attack of "Mr. Xia", they collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

He was alone.

Mr. Jin sat slumped on the ground, fighting with each other, and said through gritted teeth: "The ungrateful guy... I gave you so much money, and you treat me like this..."

"Mr. Xia" seemed to have never heard of it, and approached him staggeringly at that speed.

The festering fist brought a cold wind to Mr. Jin.

He closed his eyes and raised his arms to cover his face.

His fist hit the door next to him, shaking off fine dust.

Mr. Jin slowly opened his eyes, and found that "Mr. Xia" was lying in front of him, his eyes were wide open, his hands and feet seemed to be falling apart, and he was posing in an unreasonable twisted posture.

The crowd who had passed out slowly opened their eyes and sat up in a daze.

The candles that were burning to the bottom were extinguished, and the chandelier overhead was relit.

A line of red writing appeared on the door behind him, exuding the smell of wax oil.

[Stop, otherwise, everyone will end up the same as him. 】

***

When Mr. Jin's men came to the door aggressively, Yan Zhijin was sitting in the room upright and masturbating the snake.

Hearing the noise, the cobra took the initiative to get under the table to prevent outsiders from seeing him.

Yan Zhijin asked calmly, "What's wrong?"

"What did you do?" Mr. Jin, who had several pieces of gauze on his face, rushed up and grabbed his collar.

Yan Zhijin followed his strength and stood up.

He was originally not as tall as Mr. Jin, so being carried like this should be in a very passive state.

But Mr. Jin found it strange that he was looking down at him without sadness or joy.

It's like, he can float in the air without relying on any external force.

This thought made him flustered, he couldn't help but let go of his hand, and took a few steps back.

Yan Zhijin fell back to the ground and asked calmly, "What do you mean?"

"Did you instigate Xia Sheng?" Mr. Jin retreated to the vicinity of his subordinates, gaining psychological support and regaining the confidence to speak.

"I don't know him." Yan Zhijin said.

"Who isn't you? Who else can make that kind of..." He couldn't continue, and asked angrily, "What is your purpose? Why do you want to disrupt our wedding?"

"I didn't do anything," Yan Zhijin declared, "I was locked in the room, and you locked the door, didn't you?"

Mr. Jin was left speechless by his question.

The door was locked by their people. When they just opened it, the door was still locked well, and the tape on the door seam didn't even move at all.

Even if Yan Zhijin really had a way to get out, he couldn't seal the door after entering the house.

And here is the third floor, it is impossible for someone to come in and out through the window.

If it wasn't him, who else?

"What kind of demon did you use?" Mr. Jin asked cautiously, "Your companion destroyed the supplies we had prepared in such a mess that we had to make preparations again, and you made Xia Sheng look like a zombie again." Look, and ordered him to disrupt the wedding. What is your purpose!"

Yan Zhijin smiled slightly: "Why do you think I did it?"

"These weird things happened after you came here, who are you?"

"No," Yan Zhijin's lips parted slightly, every word he uttered lightly weighed a thousand pounds, "You guys provoked it yourself."

"Me?" Mr. Jin's face showed a moment of panic.

But he quickly calmed down and said, "You don't really want to say that it was the female ghost who took her life?"

"Why not?" Yan Zhijin asked calmly.

"How can there be any girl..." Mr. Jin's face changed drastically in the middle of speaking.

He remembered the experience of the night before.

That's not something humans can do at all, even if Yan Zhijin did everything, he definitely used methods far beyond human imagination.

In other words, no matter what, he must admit that ghosts exist.

"She talked to you, didn't she?"

Mr. Jin gritted his teeth: "It really is you..."

"Answer me." Yan Zhijin interrupted him, his tone exuding coercion without anger.

Rao, a person like Mr. Jin who has been in the mall for many years, couldn't help being frightened and obeyed his orders involuntarily.

"Yes, she told us to stop. But why, we gave money!"

"No," Yan Zhijin said, "You didn't give her the money, but Xia Sheng and her parents."

Mr. Jin said impatiently: "What's the difference? Isn't it all for their family?"

"It's her parents and uncle who made the contract with you, not her. She has no obligation to participate in this wedding."

Mr. Jin was amused: "What reason does she have for not obeying her parents' orders?"

Yan Zhijin shook his head: "No."

He said forcefully: "As long as she does not agree, this cooperation cannot be established."

"It's just an ordinary omega, and it's not the daughter of a high-ranking official. Do you really think it's a big deal to grow that gland?" Mr. Jin scolded, "Based on her family background, if she didn't die, she would marry into our family, Biden. It's still hard."

"If you don't want to, you just don't want to. You need so many reasons?" Yan Zhijin said calmly, "Mr. Jin is older than her grandfather. Do you really think this marriage is reasonable?"

"So what?" Mr. Jin sneered, "Give money with one hand, and take people with the other. If you want money, don't waste your time. If you want to be a bitch, set up an archway."

"The money was taken by her parents and uncle."

"I think she would be very honored to make things better for the family."

Yan Zhijin asked, "When you said that, didn't you feel guilty?"

Mr. Jin remembered the experience of the previous night, swallowed his saliva, and said in a deep voice: "Besides, we have prepared a lot of betrothal gifts for her. They will all be burned to her."

Yan Zhijin said: "You still don't understand, it's not about money, it's about whether she is willing or not."

"What, too little?"

If he insisted on saying that, Yan Zhijin didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore.

He took the initiative to drive Mr. Jin and others out of the door, and closed the door: "Please go ahead."

The people outside slammed the door several times, but got no response, kicked the door a few times, and left angrily.

Yan Zhijin sat back at the table, fished out his own snake, and rubbed the little snake.

The little snake rubbed against his palm affectionately, and the bright red Xinzi wetly swept over the white and tender skin on the palm.

At noon, Mr. Jin rarely sent someone to bring him some hot meals.

Probably he still didn't want to cause trouble, for fear that he would turn into a ghost and haunt him like Xia Shuhe.

But this dish is really perfunctory.It's greasy, which Yan Zhijin doesn't like.

In short, although food was given, the attitude was very bad.

Yan Zhijin ate a little casually.

I don't know if he ate too little, he was extremely tired, or in the afternoon, he started to fight with his upper and lower eyelids, and his whole body was weak.

He drew the curtains, went back to bed and covered the quilt, and closed his eyes.

He fell into a drowsy sleep, only hearing someone walking around and the sound of heavy objects being dragged, which was very noisy.

There is also a strong pungent fragrance.

He wanted to open his eyes, but he was so groggy that he couldn't open them no matter what.

The noise lasted for as long as a century, and finally stopped.

A gloomy, gloomy male voice appeared in Yan Zhijin's ear.

"The little girl doesn't want to, so you can come."