Escape game: NPC is crazy about me

Seeing the black coffin in the mourning hall, Yang Xianluo had a bad feeling in his heart.

She stumbled to the coffin, and sure enough, she saw Wan Bochong lying in the coffin with his eyes closed.

He was wearing a red wedding dress, with a handsome face that was very fair, and even his pale pink lips added a bit of color.

Seeing Wan Bochong's wedding clothes, Yang Xianluo's eyes widened in shock.

She never expected that the evil ghost she was marrying would be Wan Bochong. This was too outrageous!

She put her trembling hand to the man's nose, but she didn't even feel the slightest breath.

The tip of my nose felt sore, and tears flowed down.

Yang Xianluo fell limply to the ground, put his hands on the coffin, and cried out in pain, "Wan Bochong, how could you die so easily? I was still waiting for you to save me, and now I

But I have no fighting power at all. If you die, no one will come to save me."

"You are a liar." Yang Xianluo held the edge of the coffin tightly with his hands and said with bloodshot eyes. "You also said that you would marry me when you get out. Now you are a corpse, so you drag me into a ghost marriage. You lack

It’s not immoral!”

As soon as she finished speaking, a hand stretched out from the coffin and firmly grasped Yang Xianluo's wrist. Before she could react, she was pulled into the coffin by that hand.

With a bang, the coffin lid tightly closed the coffin. Yang Xianluo felt that his eyes were completely dark and he could not see anything.

But I can feel that she is pressing on a cold corpse.

This corpse also deceived the corpse. Of those big cold hands, one held her wrist tightly and the other tightly hugged her waist.

Originally, the coffin was not very big, but after Yang Xianluo came in, it became even more cramped.

"Wan Bochong, is that you?" she asked cautiously.

After a long time, a cold voice came from below, "It's me."

Hearing this, Yang Xianluo couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

Soon, her heart that had just dropped rose again. She swallowed and asked nervously, "Wan Bochong, are you dead or alive now?"

"What do you think?" Wan Bochong said, looking at her with a pair of dark eyes.

"Dead person?" Yang Xianluo asked tentatively.

"Don't you know it very well in your own mind? You have just checked it yourself, if you are still not sure." Wan Bochong took his hand, placed it on his heart, and said expressionlessly, "You can feel it.

Beat my heartbeat."

Yang Xianluo couldn't help but tremble. There was no heartbeat at all under her palms.

So Wan Bochong is really dead now.

"Luo Luo, why do I feel that you are scared?" Wan Bochong said with a chilly voice as his hand around her waist climbed up her back.

Feeling the hands roaming on her back, Yang Xianluo couldn't help but shudder.

She didn't know why, but her intuition told herself that Wan Bochong was in danger now.

"Are you scared?" Wan Bochong asked again, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"I'm a little scared." Yang Xianluo replied tremblingly.

"Luoluo." Wan Bochong said in a hurt tone, "Don't you love me? Since you love me, why are you afraid of me? You really make me sad."

"Of course I loved you when you were a human before, but now you are dead and have turned into a ghost. I dare not love you. I am afraid of ghosts. Humans and ghosts have different paths. You should let me go!" Yang

Xianluo's voice trembled slightly.

"Luoluo, although I am dead now, we have already held a ghost marriage. You are now my bride. Just die with me. I am so lonely down there." Wan Bochong slowly held his hand.

He moved to her chest and said, "You have always said you love me, let me see your sincerity today!"

After saying that, his fingers became claw-like and he grabbed Yang Xianluo's heart, preparing to take out her heart.

Sensing the danger, Yang Xianluo immediately put the talisman paper on Wan Bochong's forehead.

The talisman emits golden light, and Wan Bochong lets out a painful wail.

At this moment, Yang Xianluo didn't know where he got the strength to push open the coffin lid, and climbed out of the coffin in a panic.

"Luoluo, you are so cruel. I love you so much, but you actually do this to me." Wan Bochong's eyes bulged in pain, and he shouted with hatred on his face.

Seeing Wan Bochong turning back and forth in the coffin in pain, Yang Xianluo couldn't help but feel a little sad. She quickly took a few steps back, turned her head to the side and said, "You are not Wan Bochong."

The movement in the coffin slowly disappeared. Wan Bochong slowly sat up from the coffin and said with a gloomy smile, "It's really sad. Just because I'm dead, they still refuse to recognize me? Luoluo

, I am not Wan Bochong, who can I be?"

"How did you get okay so quickly?" Yang Xianluo turned his head suddenly and stared at him in horror and asked.

"This talisman is indeed quite powerful, and that good-for-nothing Zhang Zhi is quite capable." Wan Bochong took the talisman off his forehead and said with a sarcastic smile on his face, "Unfortunately, it is still far from being used against me."

not enough."

The talisman held in Wan Bochong's hand instantly turned into ashes.

"Who are you?" Yang Xianluo looked at him warily and asked.

"Luoluo, you keep saying you love me, but now you don't even know who I am?" Wan Bochong said with a cold handsome face, looking at her displeased.

"You can't be Wan Bochong. Even if he dies, he can't drag me to die with him. Who are you? Why do you want to become Wan Bochong? What do you want to do? What is your purpose?"

Yang Xianluo stared at him and asked.

"I am Wan Bochong!" Wan Bochong smiled coldly, "This face is also my own face, Luoluo. I am really unhappy that you doubt me like this."

"Nonsense, since you are Wan Bochong, where is your demon-killing sword?" Yang Xianluo asked.

Wan Bochong's face changed slightly, he looked at Yang Xianluo with dangerous eyes and said, "Luoluo, don't mess with me, or I won't let you die too happily."

Seeing Wan Bochong standing up from the coffin, Yang Xianluo immediately turned around and ran out.

As soon as she took her foot forward, she felt that her body could not move and she could only stand straight in place.

Wan Bochong's cold and eerie voice came from behind, "Luoluo, come here."

Like a puppet on strings, Yang Xianluo turned around with stiff limbs and slowly walked towards the man standing in the coffin.

No matter how much she resisted in her heart, she was getting closer and closer to the man in front of her who looked exactly like Wan Bochong.

Mom, I am definitely dead this time, Yang Xianluo cried in her heart.

When she walked in front of Wan Bochong, the man stretched out his hand, pinched her chin, and said with murderous intent in his eyes, "Why are you running, don't you love me? Since you love me, why don't you want to be with me?

die?"