Lord Wei’s Fiancee is a Mystic Arts Expert

"Three, two, one, eggplant." Today is the day of university graduation, and it is also the day when graduates gather together to take graduation photos.

After taking graduation photos with her classmates, Fan Lingling, wearing a white dress, came to Weng Chunsheng's side. I bought some meeting gifts, but I just don’t know if they like it or not.”

Weng Chunsheng smiled and took Fan Lingling's hand, "What my parents like most is that your daughter-in-law go back."

His words made Fan Lingling's face turn even redder.

The two of them have been together since their sophomore year. She always knew that Weng Chunsheng's family conditions were not good, but she didn't care. What she cared about was Weng Chunsheng. On her birthday last time, Weng Chunsheng worked part-time for a month and bought her a bracelet. There are too many things like this, and it is these little things that moved her and made her willing to go back to her hometown with Weng Chunsheng after graduation.

When Weng Chunsheng held Fan Lingling's hand and returned to Wengjia Village, she realized that what Weng Chunsheng told her all along was true, and he was not exaggerating. This remote village is so poor that there are almost no young and middle-aged people. There are bungalows. Everything in this village surprised her.

What surprised her was that she came to Weng Chunsheng's house. Weng Chunsheng's house is at the end of the village. Other bungalows still have tiles to cover their heads, but their bungalow is crumbling, with only a few solitary tiles left. In order to keep out the rain, the roof is barely covered with a black tarpaulin. But it couldn't stop the wind, and it was chilly everywhere in the house.

At dawn, Feng Nian woke up from the dream. She knew that such a dream was the real past. Even she had a hard time connecting the high-spirited Weng Chunsheng in the dream with the man on crutches who went to the field to deliver food, but in fact they were the same person. But Weng Chunsheng's wife is obviously not Fan Lingling, where is the gentle and quiet Fan Lingling? The one-story house was knocked down and a small western-style building was built, but the Weng family obviously did not have the financial resources. Everything is like fog.

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Three days later, Feng Nian went to Xiao's house again.

Xiao Jiasheng recovered well, and his appearance has completely recovered, but there are still a few white hairs left in his hair. Seeing Feng Nian coming, he showed a big smile.

The Xiao family also found out some things about the village.

The old lady Xiao handed the information about the village to Feng Nian, "Wengjia Village has always been a poor village. For so many years, only Weng Chun gave birth to a college student, and he brought a daughter-in-law back the year he graduated. His wife is also a college student. After a while, his wife ran away."

The old lady Xiao sighed. She asked people to follow Feng Nian's instructions and focus on investigating Weng Chunsheng's family. They only found out that Weng Chunsheng brought his wife back to the village after graduating from university. The two once wanted to introduce industries to the village. He came to revitalize the village's economy, but failed. Instead, the Weng family became heavily in debt.

"Lots of debt? Then how do you have the money to build a small western-style house?" Feng Nian asked her doubts. If the Weng family is really in debt, then Weng Chunsheng's father, Weng Qianjin, still working in the fields at such an old age can explain it. But what about the small western-style building? How should we explain it?

"Someone built it for their family. Only the Weng family knows the specific reason." Mrs. Xiao sighed. She read the information on Weng's village early in the morning. Weng Chunsheng was also a dreamer who couldn't live up to Zuncheng's day, but unfortunately he failed.

Feng Nian asked about Fan Lingling's whereabouts again, and the old lady Xiao shook her head. They didn't find out about Fan Lingling's whereabouts either.

The Xiao family found limited information, which made it impossible for Feng Nian to determine whether the female ghost was related to Weng Chunsheng's family. She couldn't wait any longer, even if she could wait, Xiao Jiasheng couldn't wait either.

"Jiasheng, tonight, you go to meet a ghost again." Feng Nian's words made Xiao Jiasheng put away his smile, "What? You want me to lure that female ghost out?"

Feng Nian covered her ears with her hands. Xiao Jiasheng's voice was so loud, he should have recovered, but he would still be targeted if he didn't really deal with the female ghost. That being the case, she decided to take a risk and let The female ghost appeared by herself.

She expressed her thoughts helplessly, and solemnly told Xiao Jiasheng that if the female ghost was not dealt with as soon as possible, Xiao Jiasheng would continue to age. The solution she gave could only treat the symptoms, not the root cause.

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twelve o'clock in the morning. Xiao Jiasheng came to the path alone.

The wind was blowing, and even though he was wearing a thick coat, he still felt that the wind kept getting in through his collar. Although Feng Nian told him that as long as there is a spell, the female ghost can't get close to him, but whenever he thinks of the scene where the female ghost's head rolled on the ground that day, his feet tremble with fright, and he can't even step on the gas pedal. .

When he was about to leave, Feng Nian asked him with a smile if he didn't dare, and if he didn't dare, then don't go. He patted his chest and said it was fine.

After taking two deep breaths to calm himself down, Xiao Jiasheng finally mustered up his courage, he must not let Feng Nian look down on him. He started to drive forward slowly.

The street lights on both sides of the path seemed to be out of order, flashing on and off, and making a "sizzling" sound from time to time. The wind was stronger, and the leaves on the trees kept falling, making a "rustling" sound.

At this moment, all the street lights suddenly went dark. Xiao Jiasheng turned on the headlights.

There is someone in front of the lamp, no, it is a ghost.

The female ghost I met that night was still wearing a white dress, but the skirt was covered with blood, and I could still smell blood faintly, as if it had just been stained.

"Give me back my life." Seeing Xiao Jiasheng appearing in front of it again, the female ghost would not let go of such a great opportunity. It controlled its long hair and went in Xiao Jiasheng's direction.

Those long hairs were as hard as iron, piercing the front windshield of the vehicle, and the glass "crashed" and flew in all directions, heading straight towards Xiao Jiasheng.

Xiao Jiasheng only had time to reach out his hand to protect his face, silently praying in his heart that his death would not be too ugly, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com so that his grandmother and mother would not recognize him; I said that I would protect myself by the side, but now except for a ghost, I can't see her anywhere.

The expected pain did not appear, he let go of one hand, looked out through the gap between his fingers, those long hairs were blocked by a golden protective layer in front of him, those golden rays of light came from the spell that Feng Nian gave him of.

It seems that Feng Nian is really a real witch, no, a master. With the protection of the spell, he was not so afraid anymore, and watched the female ghost continue to squeeze her hair towards him without giving up. Unfortunately, no matter how much effort it took, the hair could not break through the spell.

Xiao Jiasheng was a little proud, he made a provocative gesture towards the female ghost, "Come on, aren't you very powerful, come on."

His actions made the female ghost's pale face reveal anger. The female ghost pulled back her long hair and slowly formed a thick black net, which covered the entire car where Xiao Jiasheng was. , and then slowly pulled the car and slowly threw it upwards.

This made him stunned. He never thought that the female ghost would have such an operation. Knowing that the hair could not hurt him through the spell, he settled for the next best thing and attacked the car. Seeing the hair stretching unceasingly, and pushing the car into the air, he immediately wanted to slap himself twice, well, what are you doing provoking a female ghost, I'm really tired of work.

The car tilted slowly in mid-air, the black net made of hair kept tightening, the hard car shell kept making "bang bang" sounds, and the car began to twist and deform. When the vehicle can't bear the pressure of the hair, he will still be crushed into a pulp. He didn't expect his family members to dig out his body from the car bit by bit. Even if you dig it all out, you won't be able to put it back together.