Inducing souls to give birth to children: the ghost king came to the door

"Cuckoo-"

A cock crowed, and I struggled to open my eyes, only to find that I was lying on Aunt Hong's bed, and Aunt Hong was lying beside me soundly asleep.

Ghost King?

last night……

There was a sudden pain in the head.

I clearly remember that I was in the Palace of the Ghost King, and spent an unspeakable night with the Ghost King—why am I here now?

Is it all just a dream?

But how can I have such a shameless dream when I am a good person?

My fingernails were almost clenched into the flesh of my palm, and I blushed and buried my head in the bed.

The dry/hot temperature is suffocating me...

Last night, last night's feeling was too strong, I even lost control of myself for a while...

what happened?

What exactly is going on?

too weird……

Before I married Wu Wenwen, I had never been in a relationship, let alone that kind of thing.

Some time ago, I only had one encounter with that ghost under Aunt Hong's spirit, so why did I have a spring dream?

Could it be that I became addicted just that once, and became obsessed with that thing!

No, not possible!

I quickly shook my head to wake myself up.

Wu Wenwen is dead, and I am free from now on.There are so many men in the world, I can't have anything to do with a ghost.

As long as Wu Wenwen's matter is completely resolved, I will leave their family forever and do what I want to do!

Thinking of this, the depression in my heart dissipated a lot in an instant.

Gently lift off the quilt, ready to get out of bed.

Just as he was about to lift his leg, a sudden sharp pain came to his heart.

An indescribable pain lingered between the legs.

How is this going?

Wasn't last night just a dream?

No, it's impossible!Aunt Hong is still lying beside me. If what happened last night was not just a dream, how could she sleep so peacefully?

But what happened recently is really too weird. First, Wu Wenwen died inexplicably, and then Xiao Dasheng...

It can be said that an accident happened to one person, but accidents happened to both of them...

At this moment, that cold and haughty voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

"You are my king's woman, all men who approach you will die!"

Could it be that the ghost king wearing a mask in the dream is the ghost attracted by Aunt Hong?

Then Wu Wenwen and Xiao Dasheng—were they all killed by that ghost?

There was a sudden chill down his spine, and his hands and feet trembled unconsciously.

If all of this is as I guessed, wouldn't that ghost haunt me?

Will he kill me too?

I dare not continue to think about it, for fear that the more I think about it, the more frightened I will become.All I want to do is to quickly solve these troublesome things and leave this unlucky place as soon as possible.

At this time, I suddenly thought of Fu Mingye who stayed at Aunt Hong's house.He is also a man, what if that ghost attacks him?

My heart hung high in an instant.

Regardless of the pain in my legs, I quickly put on my slippers and hurried to the west wing.

When I ran near the west wing, I immediately noticed a strange and damp air.

This is not the breath of a living person, but more like a rotten smell that has been buried deep in the ground and has not seen the sun for a long time.

His body shuddered suddenly.

Suddenly, I didn't dare to continue walking to the west wing.

The horrific death of Wu Wenwen still lingers in my mind for a long time.And Xiao Dasheng, his whole body is swollen, his eyes are swollen, looking like he is in a well...

If something happened to Fu Mingye, how terrible would his death be?

And that ghost, why is he pestering me so much?

Is it true that I begged Aunt Hong to draw out his soul and let him give me a son?

I am an innocent girl. He didn't know how many women he had relationships with before he was alive. The disadvantage is that I am not him. Why is he so persistent?

Feeling more and more wronged in my heart, my eyes were immediately wet with tears.

"Crack-"

The door was suddenly blown open a thin crack by the wind.

There was no sound at all in the west wing room, it was as quiet as if there were no living things.

What about Fuming Savage?

Even if he fell asleep, there would be no movement at all, right?

Or, is he really dead?

The heart tightened again.

I raised my hand and gently held the doorknob, the biting coldness slowly spread up along my fingertips.

It's over, nothing really happened to Fu Mingye, right?

He is just an ordinary fellow like me, if something really happened, I...

Before I had time to think about it, I immediately opened the door and entered.

A burst of choking dust immediately hit the face.

"Cough cough cough-"

I quickly waved my hands to push away the dust in front of me, and coughed several times in a row before I recovered.

The room in front of me was completely different from what I saw last night.

Not only are there no horrific sculptures, but there are also no pale female ghosts, only thick dust and messy spider webs...

But Fu Mingye was not here.

Early in the morning, he lay obediently on the bed and fell asleep, where would he go?

I was puzzled for a moment, but couldn't help but began to look at the room in front of me.

I don't know how long this room has not been cleaned, and there is a strong musty smell everywhere, which gives me a dead feeling.

The furnishings inside are even more simple to simple, except for a crooked wooden bed, there is only a wardrobe without a door.

If it weren't for the mattresses on the bed, I would never believe that there are people living here.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by.

A black confetti came from nowhere and suddenly glanced at my face.

When I reached out and grabbed it, it was all broken.

He brought his fingers to the tip of his nose and sniffed carefully.

Paper dust.

This is, burnt paper money!

I immediately shook my hand a few times violently, then took out a paper towel and wiped it again and again in disgust.

Although I am not a superstitious person, but the theory of ghosts and gods has always been rather credible than not.

Paper money is burned to buy road money for the dead. If you touch the burnt paper money ashes, the dead will think that they want to steal his money and have to drag you on the road to get along.

My good time has just begun, I don't want to die so wronged!

Immediately, I clasped my hands together in front of my chest, and murmured tremblingly.

"There is a wrong and a debtor, Brother Xiao, you have to zoom in and see clearly! I didn't do anything. It wasn't me who killed you, and I never thought of robbing you of your road money. You must Don't blame me, I will never forget to burn paper for you on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar new year!"

After saying this, I didn't even want to stay for half a second, so I turned around and walked away immediately.

After turning around, he raised his head and met Fu Mingye's half-smile face.

I was suddenly stunned, and my brain fell into a state of shutdown.

At this moment, the genius was gray and bright, but I ran into Fu Mingye's room alone in my pajamas.I don't know what's on his mind right now?

If he thinks my behavior is frivolous, and my husband came to seduce men just after his death, how should I get along with him in the future?

For a while, I couldn't even utter a word, so I could only keep rubbing my hands with my head half down, and looked up at him from time to time, which was extremely embarrassing.

Mingo didn't feel uncomfortable at all.He stared at a pair of seductive peach blossom eyes, put one hand in his pocket, the other hand casually hanging by his side, smiled at me, and asked: "Tianliang, why don't you take a longer rest, so early stand up?"

Looking at his seductive smile, my heart skipped another beat.

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