After Marrying the Lord of the Underworld

Chapter 75: Mocker

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Lu Yingjiu subconsciously wanted to throw away the talisman paper, but the moment the talisman paper left his hand, he stopped abruptly.

The opponent is a ghost, so the talisman paper can't bring greater damage.

What's more, that person seemed to be beyond help.

The flesh and blood of ghosts also carries Yin energy. Those moths are definitely not ordinary. They turn her body into a nest, constantly absorbing and devouring her flesh and blood as nutrients to hatch themselves.

They spread their wings high, covering the entire room and corridor, leaving only the bodies of the people drying up, like a beautiful rose turning to dust.

Her boyfriend finally realized what was happening and tried to chase the moth off her body, but he was a step too late.

He pounced but found nothing, and only the dust between his fingers remained, and he stood there in a daze.

Lu Yingjiu thought that she was too sad, and I could see that the expression on her face was very empty.

This kind of emptiness is very strange, humans should not have this kind of expression.

He murmured, "Forget it, if he's dead, he's just a mental patient."

Road to welcome wine:

Chen Xiaoling had just mustered up the courage to come in, and when he heard this, he was also at a loss.

A few minutes ago we were so in love, but now it's so sudden that we're no longer in love. We are so divided.

However... it's probably not a coincidence that two people in the team have mental illnesses. The man's words and attitude are also strange.

The moths in the house had almost all disappeared. The man killed a few with his bare hands and then shook off the moth corpses on his hands with disgust.

Lu Yingjiu asked: "I would like to ask, do you have any mental illness?"

"Me?" The man thought for a while, "I don't have any, could it be that the mental illness is contagious?" After saying that, he clapped his hands, as if he was disgusted with the powder and mucus on his hands, and went into the bathroom to wash his hands.

Before Lu Yingjiu had time to take a closer look at the moth's corpse, he suddenly heard a scream!

The man came crawling out, pissing and pissing, shouting, "Blood! There's blood everywhere!!!"

Lu Yingjiu frowned and walked quickly into the bathroom.

I saw the water from the faucet running, clear and transparent, and in just a few seconds, half of the pool was filled with water.

The corner of the bathroom was clean and tidy. He asked, "Where is the blood you mentioned?"

"Can't you see?!" The man's eyes almost popped out, "It's in the basin! What's flowing out of the faucet is blood!!"

As soon as the sound fell, the water in the pool rushed out, as if it had life, and flowed towards my feet.

The little boy screamed, "Blood! Don't come over here!" He crawled backwards and actually took a sharp knife from the stove, waved it in his hand, as if to cut off the flow of water.

Obviously, it has no effect at all.

“Squeak—”

Lu Yingjiu turned on the faucet, picked up a towel and wiped the water that splashed on his arm, then walked over and said, "I'll turn off the faucet."

The spread of water stopped, and the man's eyes were fixed on her body and the white towel in her hand.

He held the knife tightly and swallowed: "What are you holding in your hand?"

"Towel." Lu Yingjiu said.

The man swallowed again: "You, what do you want to do with the towel? Do you want to strangle me? Don't come over here! Stay away from me!" After saying that, he waved the sharp knife in his hand, one at Lu Yingjiu, and the other at Chen Xiaoling and Jing Xian.

Lu Yingjiu: “…”

I thought to myself, how dare you say you are not sick when you are like this? This is such a paranoid delusion.

‌ walked over slowly and threw the towel aside: "Calm down, I don't mean to hurt you. But I want to ask, did anything happen between you in the museum..."

Before the voice fell, the man's eyes turned red, and he rushed forward with a scream, with the blade in his hand pointing straight at Lu Yingjiu!

Chen Xiaoling was startled, but saw that Lu Yingjiu was not panicking at all, as if he had expected it.

But before he could throw away the talisman paper, the man suddenly flew sideways as if he was knocked away by an invisible force.

"Swish!" The cat was slapped against the wall, like a fly killed by a fly swatter, and turned directly into a pool of blood mud.

Simple, brutal and efficient.

Even if you are a ghost, you are deader than dead.

This scene was so horrifying that Chen Xiaoling's pupils suddenly dilated. She covered her mouth, took a half step back, and looked around.

Lu Yingjiu looked at Jing Xian helplessly and said, "Don't be so violent. Maybe you can get something out of him."

Jing Xian smiled and put his arm around his shoulders: "Who told you to be so blind? Why don't you go and take a look at the other people?"

Lu Ying drank the wine and looked at Chen Xiaoling: "Let's go."

Chen Xiaoling finally realized that it was Jing Xian's hand that had just been touched. She was still in shock and blinked her eyes as she said, "You are too fierce, you big demon. My previous boyfriend with eight-pack abs ran faster than me when he saw a cockroach. He is not reliable at all."

The road greets the wine and smiles.

As a result, I hadn't taken two steps when Jing Xian leaned close to my ear and whispered, "I told you before that I can be more powerful at other times. Don't you really want to try?"

"… Not for now." Lu Yingjiu pushed his head away, "Walk properly, don't think about these things in broad daylight, you are not afraid of retribution for indulging in lust in broad daylight every day."

"I didn't see you tell me about it at night." Jing Xian complained, "Where did our wedding night go?"

Lu Yingjiu uttered a “hmm”.

When Jing Xian was about to answer with some hesitation, Lu Yingjiu suddenly smiled and said, "I'm happy. Maybe we'll have our wedding night." He patted Jing Xian on the shoulder and said, "When the time comes, I'll turn over your Xian Fei's name card."

Jing Xian was immediately satisfied: "Then when will you be happy?"

"That's hard to say." Lu Yingjiu shrugged.

The people continued to move forward.

After what happened, Lu Yingjiu originally wanted to call the other ghost to ask about the situation. However, he did not expect that as soon as he returned to the lobby, he saw the ghost waiting there anxiously.

Lu Yingjiu swept the hall with a sharp gaze.

In just a short while, the layout of the hall changed: there was blood on the corner of the front desk, there were red palm prints on the receiver of the landline phone, the sofa was moved, and several springs jumped, making the stuffed toys on top look particularly scary.

The stuffed toys are all pink, probably belonging to a little kid.

Moreover, in the middle of the hall, an old-fashioned projector appeared out of nowhere, facing a blank wall.

"Master!" The leader shouted when he saw him, "Did you hear that scream just now? What happened? Did that ghost come looking for us again?"

Lu Yingjiu nodded slightly: "Yes."

"Ah!" The team leader showed despair, "I have to buy a plane ticket and leave now... I can't stay here anymore!" After saying that, he moved towards Lu Yingjiu, took out his mobile phone tremblingly, and started looking at plane and train tickets.

In fact, we are ghosts bound here and cannot leave at all.

The most Lu Yingjiu could do was to free them from their restraints and send them back to the ghost world.

Jing Xian whispered in his ear: "Isn't it just sending them back? I can do that too."

"You must be sticking us to the wall again." Lu Yingjiu glanced at him, "That's too simplistic and crude. Since you are willing to communicate, then I should listen to your situation."

After that, he pointed to the projector in the middle of the hall and asked, "What is this?"

"I don't know." A man answered with a trembling voice, "It was there when we first came down, and no one dared to touch it."

Lu Yingjiu walked forward and turned on the projector.

The projector kept turning, and a bright light immediately appeared on the wall, and nothing could be seen clearly. After dozens of seconds, the projection trembled, and then the picture appeared -

Rainy Day Museum.

The angle of the camera is very strange, like a video secretly shot from a certain angle.

A group of tourists walked into the museum.

The leader suddenly exclaimed and pointed at the painting: "Isn't that me?"

The leader in the video was holding the same little red flag as him, and their bodies were the same. Following closely behind him was a young couple, and Lu Yingjiu identified them carefully and found that they were the two ghosts who had just died.

As we walked through the rooms, we heard people mumbling, "What a weird disease! How could anyone get this?"

“Hahahahaha, you guys really have problems with your brain—”

"Suicide? How can someone commit suicide because of a bad mood? I think it's just to gain sympathy and make excuses. I can't handle pressure well and I'm too fragile."

When we got upstairs and were introduced to the part about moth phobia, the guy laughed even more exaggeratedly: "Hahahaha, I'm so happy. You know, I had a classmate who was afraid of moths. I caught several of them and put them in her collar during evening self-study. Can you believe that she was scared to the hospital because of those moths?"

"Is this true?" The man also laughed, "It's too exaggerated."

He looked around and suddenly pointed to the pool next to him.

The faucet in the sink was running water, but red pigment had been added to the water, making it look like blood.

‌ said: "This is also very strange. He is afraid of washing his face and hands. Do people like him want to live?"

"That's right." The man laughed.

By the end of the tour, we had laughed at everything there was to laugh at.

The other tourists were already frowning in displeasure, but the tour guide, who had heard the whole thing, did not stop them and instead laughed along with them.

The attitude is extremely frivolous.

The picture flickered a few more times, and two photos appeared.

One photo showed the man surrounded by moths, screaming hysterically with his body distorted.

One photo shows a man washing his hands. The sink is full of blood, and countless bloody hands are reaching out to grab his throat.

The things that we have mocked and despised have finally come upon us.

The photo shocked everyone and their faces turned pale.

Lu Yingjiu sighed softly and immediately understood that other people must have laughed at those patients.

If I'm not mistaken, they also suffered from mental illness and died from it.

Sure enough, the projector moved to the next scene, and what appeared was the tourists.

"How can mental illness be called a disease? It's just that the brain is not working properly."

"This disease is so funny, hahaha."

"These people are not very smart, why are they so afraid of this?"

"If this was my child, I would have beaten him to death long ago..."

Every word from the past pierces our hearts like a knife.

But there was no guilt on their faces, only pure fear.

When the team leader saw this, he fell to the ground and murmured, "No, no, that's not what I meant... I, I've already bought my ticket, I'm leaving now..."

He was so distraught that he almost stumbled out of the B&B.

The door of the B&B was locked. He touched the handle and suddenly let out a cry of surprise!

"It's so hot!" he shouted.

This was not an illusion. The air near the door had been slightly distorted, as if there was a rolling heat wave behind the door.

"Why is there a fire outside!" the team leader cried, "Isn't this a street outside? Why is there a fire?! Let us go!"

‌ turned around suddenly and his eyes fell on Lu Yingjiu: "Master! Help us!"

Lu Yingjiu shrugged and said, "I can't help you."

The fire at the B&B happened and it cannot be changed.

The tour leader was almost going crazy. Another tourist quickly handed him a towel, and the two of them gathered at the door and pulled it hard.

The guy with the obsessive-compulsive disorder of locking the door was watching the show nearby, clapping his hands and shouting, "Good! Good! The door is locked tightly!"

"Fuck you!" the team leader cursed, "Come over and help me!"

"This door is locked tightly, I don't want it!" OCD continued to clap and laugh, "It's locked well and locked in seconds!"

The situation was very chaotic for a while. The two men were pulling at the door, with veins popping out on their foreheads and arms. The projector was still playing, and the people in the picture were opening and closing their mouths: "Look at how funny they are struggling!"

"If living is so hard, why don't you just die?"

"Hahaha, wouldn't it be a relief if we died?"

What we once said is so ironic at this moment.

The heat from the door handle came through the towel, and the door creaked open under their desperate efforts.

Then it suddenly opened!

The heat wave swept everyone in an instant, and the light flooded everything.

The hotel turned into a sea of fire, and the red light shot straight up into the sky. In the billowing flames, the man was struggling and wailing on the ground, screaming miserably.

In comparison, Lu Yingjiu's life is peaceful and quiet.

Without waiting for her to move, Jing Xian lightly snapped his fingers, and the flames automatically dissipated, not even the heat could reach her. At this time, she did not forget to hug Lu Yingjiu's waist and raised her eyebrows and said, "How is it, isn't your husband awesome?"

"Great, great." Lu Yingjiu said perfunctorily, "If you still have this world, help me pull those ghosts over here. I don't want them to die in the ghost world so soon."

"Don't worry." Jing Xian said, "You won't die."

This was true. As soon as the voice of the emperor fell, everyone's eyes were filled with excitement.

The raging fire disappeared, replaced by cold air.

After the scorching heat, the temperature was bone-chilling.

The team leader had large areas of burns on his body, looking hideous and terrifying. If he was not a ghost, he would have fainted long ago.

She raised her head tremblingly and screamed.

—We were actually back in the museum hall.

Under the moonlight, we could see the two-story-high self-portraits of the patients, each with its eyes rolling around, looking down at us condescendingly.