Buried ghosts, ghost marriage contracts

The blood and flesh tissues had almost no resistance to the blade, and they were separated bit by bit.

My hands were also shaking slightly.

It was very exciting to cut my own neck.

I have to say that it was a very exciting thing.

I have no regrets if I can try it once in my life, but of course I can only try it once in my life.

The figure became more and more panicked, and kept scolding me for being crazy.

My lips were trembling, and the blood on my face was rapidly draining away.

Cutting your own throat is not a quick thing, just like you will hesitate and fear when you pick up a needle to prick yourself.

I still had fear in my heart, which made my hands move slowly and stiffly.

I still felt that I was still a little short of cutting the throat completely.

Looking at the arrogant figure trying to escape,

I was more determined to die together.

This might be some kind of revenge, some kind of venting.

Since it wants to attack me, it must be prepared to die with me.

Tick-tick...tick-tick...blood dripping down the blade.

Just when the throat was about to be completely cut,

"Stop!"

A voice resounded from the depths of the soul, shocking the whole body,

My arms and other limbs were numb at the first moment.

Suddenly, a flame appeared in front of my eyes,

deep, dark green, without any temperature, and without any lighting ability.

My sight was filled with wanton soul flames, fierce and huge,

as if I was standing in front of a giant fire, with raging soul flames dancing and burning, without heat, only the coldness that penetrated my limbs.

The appearance of the soul flame in the dark night made everything even more bizarre, the underworld.

Compared with the soul flame in front of me, the soul flame on my finger is at most a match for a child to play with.

The soul flame was originally burning and rising wantonly, but now it seems to have more directions,

The flames flowed like a river, and the next moment the figure rushed out screaming with soul flames all over his body.

"Damn it, it's going to run away", I picked up the wronged soul bone and wanted to chase it immediately,

But as soon as I thought about it, I gave the order to my feet and half-knelt on the ground after taking a step.

My legs seemed to be filled with lead and heavy as a thousand pounds,

No, my body is getting weaker and weaker, and I have no ability to move at all.

My eyes were bloodshot, staring at the fleeing figure,

Unwilling, extremely unwilling.

Why can it just run away like this?

It has calculated me so many times, pretending to be someone around me again and again, and the old man also died in its hands.

How could it escape unscathed? How could such a result be accepted!

"Stop, you cowardly bastard!".

The soul flames on the figure's body had slowly subsided.

It looked back with lingering fear, and did not forget to look at me with ridicule.

It was like watching a joke, everything was a joke.

I clenched the soul bone with my five fingers,

and forced myself to stand up. I had never been so angry.

Let you escape? What a joke?

"Stop!".

I roared and threw the soul bone out. At this moment, my body felt very relaxed, as if all the fatigue was gone.

When the figure heard the sound, he was shocked and stopped for a few seconds.

The soul bone drew a white rainbow and crashed into the raging soul flames.

When it came out, there was a lot of stains on the bone stick.

The white and green afterimages slid rapidly and finally pierced accurately.

The other end of the wronged soul bone came out of the figure's body.

The soul flame on it kept burning, igniting it from the inside.

It knelt and screamed, trying to pull out the wronged soul bone, but it didn't even have the courage to touch it.

The soul flame ignited its insides one by one, and the wronged soul bone sizzled like a branding iron.

In less than ten seconds, it completely dissipated under the attack of white smoke and green fire.

After doing all this, my upright body shrank instantly, almost lying on the ground.

I gasped desperately, sleepiness, fatigue, and soreness in my limbs all came at me all at once.

At this time, a pair of shoes appeared in front of me.

Shiny little leather shoes.

Subconsciously thinking, I always felt that I had seen it somewhere.

The peripheral vision swept the surrounding soul flames... and suddenly associated it with... a little girl!

It was the little girl on the bus, and her actual identity was a ghost who had concluded a ghost marriage contract with me!

She showed up?

I don’t know if it was because of weakness or fear, but a layer of cold sweat oozed from my forehead.

After knowing her identity, this was the first time I saw her show up. Last time, she only showed one arm.

Was it really suicide that led her out?

I slightly loosened my hand covering my neck, and the blood was still flowing.

But it seems that suicide didn’t succeed?

I struggled to change from a position where I was about to lie down to

Half-kneeling,

He raised his head, trying to see the girl in front of him clearly.

She stood in the pitch-black darkness, and I couldn't see her face or figure clearly,

but I could vaguely judge her height,

short, eh...seemed to be much taller than last time.

The terrifying soul flames around her gradually dissipated, and she stood quietly without saying a word.

I also looked at the hazy girl, stunned...

To be honest, she is not a stranger. She helped me kill many people, and in my grandfather's words, she protected me for seventeen years.

We are acquaintances, but I don't know what to say at all.

Because I don't know her intentions, what will happen after the Yin marriage contract is completed?

Will she stay by my side?

Or something else?

I don't know her at all, but I have used her repeatedly.

It was undoubtedly her who took action against the old lady of Qinglong Temple that time, and it should also be her who took action against the yellow-haired ghost that time, and this time.

Her soul flame is the same as mine, but mine is far inferior to hers.

After all, it was only given to me by her through the underworld agreement, and I only gave her a candy.

One candy for a wife? This is called kidnapping...

If it were modern society, I would have been in prison.

She was still standing in the dark, silent, and I could feel her staring at me.

I raised my tired eyelids, thinking about how to start,

After thinking hard, I finally decided to thank her first.

Although grandpa said that she would take my life, I don’t know why after the underworld agreement was completed, it was not her who harmed me.

After stuttering for a while, he said sincerely:

"That...thank you for protecting me for seventeen years, otherwise I would have died on the day I was born..."

After the words fell, the girl suddenly moved,

click...she took a small step forward, most of her body was still buried in the darkness.

A delicate jade-like hand stretched out,

I was stunned,

What was she going to do?

The unknown about her made me curious about everything about her, as well as her reactions and actions.

The little hand slowly came to me....

She seemed to want to touch my face.

I unconsciously slowed down my breathing, and the sleepiness and fatigue were not so strong.

"Snap!".

The violent force hit me in the face,

Suddenly my mind was blank,

When I fell to the ground, my face was burning and painful, and then I thought about what happened?

The long-exhausted spirit and body could no longer hold on,

This was the straw that broke the camel's back.

.........

When I woke up, I opened my eyes to see the pure white ceiling, and the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Looking around, the white bed, the drip... other patients....

Blinking and blurry for a while, I moved my body and sat up.

I was in the hospital, and there was a needle in my hand.

In addition to me, there was an old man in a patient gown in the ward, half lying on the bed.

Click, bang... The door of the ward opened, and a beautiful nurse in a light pink nurse gown walked in.

She came to my side skillfully and helped me change the IV.

I wanted to ask something, but as soon as I moved my mouth, my left face felt a tearing pain, and half of my head was in pain.

I covered my left face with a grin, and then I found that my left face was swollen.

The nurse quickly put down the things in her hands and took my hand away: "Don't touch it with your hands."

"You still need to continue applying medicine."

Then she disinfected my left face and applied some ointment.

I took a photo with my mobile phone and saw that in addition to the redness and swelling on my left face, there was also a small handprint.

She hit me without a doubt. No, why did she slap me?

Did I say anything impolite? I just said thank you.

Thinking about it, I had another guess in my mind. Could it be that she hit me because I committed suicide?

When applying the medicine, the nurse murmured in confusion: "Which child hit so hard? This doesn't seem like the strength of a child."

I smiled and said, "Maybe it was a ghost who hit me."

The nurse rolled her eyes at me and said, "I think you look like a ghost, and you keep talking nonsense."