When Ji Lianyun asked this question, the breath that came out of his lips was eerie and cold.
Then the cold and slippery tip of the tongue swept across his eyelids. Tang Ning's eyelashes kept trembling. He even had the illusion that the other party would forcefully reach into his eyes and lick his eyeballs as if prying open his lips and teeth.
The cold fingers slowly stroked the line from his jaw to his neck. The neck, like the eyes, is a vulnerable part of the human body. When the cold hand crawled to the back of his neck like a snake, Tangning's scalp instantly went numb, just like a cat cub's limbs stiffening when its neck is bitten. Not only that, his mind seemed to freeze as well. It even took him more than ten seconds to slowly receive the message from "Ji Lianyun" -
"What do you want me to do in order to truly be my wife?"
A fierce ghost asked this question so gently, as if asking Tang Ning, what would it take for you to willingly give your life to me.
Tang Ning's teeth couldn't help but chatter. He had always been a timid person, the kind that would get goosebumps if he saw someone posting a ghost picture online.
And now there is a living evil ghost who has torn off his gentle and amiable disguise and asked such a fatal question.
How can he truly become the ghost groom's wife
He is a human. If the ghost groom could always pretend to be a living person, Tang Ning could still overcome his fear and get close to him. But now the ghost groom is really closer to a ghost. How could he really be willing to marry a ghost, unless the ghost is
Tang Ning's eyelashes trembled slightly.
Now he absolutely cannot stimulate the ghost groom's precarious sanity any more. Moreover, the ghost groom's words seem to be an excellent opportunity to test the ghost groom. Perhaps he can ask the ghost groom what exactly he wants from him.
Many thoughts flashed through Tangning's mind. He felt as if he had become a master at manipulating people's minds. He raised his eyes and met Ji Lianyun's bloodshot eyes. His face, which had managed to remain calm, was immediately wet with tears. "You, you, stop your eyes from getting red first!"
It’s not that Tang Ning is timid. Although he is not very brave, he has at least made eye contact with Uncle Wang.
However, Ji Lianyun's red pupils were different from those of ordinary ghosts. Every bit of scarlet in his eyes seemed to contain terrifying horror, as if they were condensed from countless bloody grievances. Just one glance at him made Tang Ning's scalp numb and his whole body tremble.
After hearing Tang Ning's words, Ji Lianyun's red eyes seemed to be trembling with countless tiny particles. The granular red gradually changed color and strangely turned into black and white.
Although Ji Lianyun's eyes were of normal color, there was no expression on his face. Tangning's fingertips seemed to have frozen. He didn't dare to look Ji Lianyun in the eye. He just stared at Ji Lianyun's nose and said in a trembling voice, "You are so nice to me. What do you want?"
He was kind to the ghost groom because he hoped to get his protection. But what about the ghost groom? If he wanted to get his yang energy, wouldn't he have to suck him dry to get his money back
This was also the point that Tang Ning had always been vaguely afraid of. He was afraid that sleeping with a fierce ghost would cause irreversible consequences.
"Heart." Ji Lianyun opened his pale lips slightly, and said in a voice as cold as ice, "I want your true heart."
sincere
Tangning hesitated for a moment, his mind filled with horror stories of monsters digging out and eating people's hearts. He pointed his finger at his left chest with trembling hands, "Are you going to dig it out and eat it?"
He saw the thin lips curled up slightly, and a sneer escaped from them.
Tang Ning felt extremely uneasy and swallowed subconsciously.
He saw the pale hand slowly reaching out to him, the inky black nails appearing before his eyes, the hand gradually moving towards him with an unstoppable momentum, as if the fingertips would turn into sharp blades and pierce through his flesh, through the layers of ribs, and finally touch the rapidly beating heart—
Ji Lianyun grabbed Tangning's hand that was pointing to her chest.
Tang Ning's hand was trembling slightly and his palm was covered with sweat. He didn't have any strength to resist and Ji Lianyun pulled his hand in another direction.
As Tang Ning looked on in fear, Ji Lianyun pressed Tang Ning's hand against his chest.
He whispered, "You really know how to make me angry and hurt my heart."
What
Tangning looked up blankly and met Ji Lianyun's dark eyes. There seemed to be a pinpoint-sized red dot in the center of his pupils, which was shrinking but not really expanding. Ji Lianyun remained calm and said slowly, "If I wanted to dig out your heart and eat it, why would I pretend to be a human to get close to you?"
"You and I were husband and wife in our previous lives. I want to continue our relationship in this life. I have done so much just to make you truly my wife. That's all."
Tang Ning's fingertips trembled slightly, as if she could touch Ji Lianyun's heartbeat. Do evil spirits also have heartbeats
"Then what about Ji Lianyun? Why are you possessed by him?" Tangning asked.
"He is a soul that separated from me. Although he was reincarnated as a human, his soul is incomplete and he is weak and sickly. He cannot be too far away from my tomb." Ji Lianyun grabbed Tang Ning's hand and pressed his cold face against Tang Ning's palm. "I know I have changed a lot since I became a ghost. Ji Lianyun is more like me when I was alive. It is natural that you like him more."
He said it as a matter of course, but the cold tone at the end sounded as if he wanted to tear his soul into pieces.
Tangning was so stunned by the barrage of messages that he couldn't recover. He asked blankly, "Ji Lianyun is a part of your soul, then what are you?"
"Gong Yun." A strange red light flashed in his eyes. His handsome but slightly haggard face became more beautiful and charming at that moment. He said word by word: "My name is Gong Yun."
"Is it the clouds that have cleared and the fog has dissipated?" Tang Ning asked subconsciously.
Gong Jun wrote Tang Ning's name stroke by stroke on his palm, "Yin Yun, Jin Ye."
The cold fingertips moved slowly across the palm of the hand, and the coldness seemed to turn into fire under the ice, causing a burst of heat.
"My dear, I want your sincerity." Gong Yun said softly, "It's not just about loving the soul I have separated from you, but you have to be sincere to me."
Tangning stared at this person in shock.
"What do I have to do to make you truly willing to be my wife?" Gong Yun placed Tangning's hand on his chest. "If I can exchange my sincerity for sincerity, I really want to dig out my heart and show it to you."
"You don't have to do that." Tangning was really worried that Gong Yun would do what he said. "I would be very grateful if you could protect us during the funeral tomorrow."
Gong Jun kissed the back of Tangning's hand and said softly, "Okay."
Tang Ning looked at Gong Yun cautiously. As long as the man's eyes did not turn red and his nails did not turn black, the level of terror was within his acceptable range.
Gong Jun lifted the blanket, and Tangning's calmness began to waver again. Gong Jun seemed to see through Tangning's thoughts. He curled his lips and smiled, "I won't eat you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the light bulb suddenly went out and the whole room fell into darkness.
Tangning quickly curled up in bed. The bed was very narrow, so he and Gong Yun were pressed close together. Gong Yun reached out and wrapped his arms around his waist, rubbing it twice, and whispered, "My dear, are you still afraid of me now?"
Tangning nodded honestly.
A man's deep laugh came from the darkness, "You are so timid."
Regardless, when Gong Yun was willing to speak to him with a smile, Tangning's tense nerves began to relax. Tangning held down Gong Yun's hand and asked quietly, "You said we were husband and wife in our past life. What happened in our past life?"
"I don't remember." Gong Yun hugged Tangning, "I slept for a long time. When I woke up, I forgot a lot of things. It feels like there's a piece missing in my heart."
Tangning didn't know how to comfort him. He awkwardly reached out to pat Gong Yun's back. Gong Yun didn't seem to be sad at first, but he noticed the change in Tangning's attitude and immediately changed his tone to one of sorrow, "Even if you remember, what does it matter? Times have changed, and things and people have changed. For example, right now, I want to rekindle our relationship, but she's afraid of me like a monster."
Tangning immediately felt indebted. He whispered, "I'm not afraid of you anymore if you're like this now."
Gong Yun raised the corners of his lips silently, and the words he said were still so sad: "I don't believe it."
"Really?" Tangning said seriously.
Gong Yun moved away a bit and said in a desolate voice: "You don't have to lie to me anymore, I know."
In the darkness, Tang Ning couldn't see Gong Jun's expression, he could only hear those words that seemed to break his heart. He quickly moved closer to Gong Jun, as if he was ready to throw himself into his arms.
Gong Yun was hugged by the fragrant and soft body, and he couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.
Tangning couldn't see anything. He could only hear the man muttering, "I like you, my lady."
It was so light and so low, like the truth spoken by a drunken person, or like the mumbling in a dream.
When Tang Ning woke up the next morning, he ate the breakfast that Gong Yun had prepared for him, packed up briefly, and went to the mourning hall to prepare for the funeral with everyone.
The people who carry the coffin cannot be direct relatives, so Tang Ning cannot carry the coffin. Lin Guijing, Han Ankang and Lin Yun are all distant relatives who can carry the coffin. It would have been safer to have another person, but the other villagers in the village refused to come to help, and the players did not dare to ask Gong Yun to carry the coffin. In the end, two players had to carry it in the front, and the last player had to carry it at the end with more effort.
At the moment the coffin was lifted, all three players looked solemn. After all, the most taboo thing about the coffin is that it falls to the ground. Everyone was afraid that something might go wrong and cause the coffin to fall to the ground.
As Tang Xianheng's eldest grandson, Tang Ning walked at the front of the team, holding the half-burned portrait.
Gong Yun walked at the end of the team.
Before the sun rose fully, the funeral procession walked silently in the dead village.
Tang Xianheng had chosen the burial place for himself before he died. It was very close to the grave of the ghost woman, so Tang Ning didn't have to worry about taking the wrong path.
Uncle Wang's body was taken care of this morning, and Gong Yun also agreed to help. Everything that could be done had been done. Logically, Tang Ning should be relieved and focus on completing the funeral mission.
But for some reason, Tang Ning felt extremely nervous, as if he had missed something important.
What is it
Tang Ning suspected that he was overthinking it. After all, every time he had to do something important, his mental state would become very tense.
He actually wanted to call Gong Yun, but Gong Yun was walking at the end of the team. If he wanted to find Gong Yun, he had to turn around, and one must remember to turn around on the way to the funeral.
In the first copy, when Tang Ning was escorting Lu Yingxing to a funeral, he followed the instructions of Taoist Master Hao and looked back every seven steps. Later, he learned that looking back on the way to the funeral would attract ghosts.
Tang Ning's mind was full of random thoughts. He tried hard not to panic. He didn't know if it was because he was too nervous that his hands were weak, or because Gong Yun had sucked his yang energy away yesterday. Now his hands were so weak that he couldn't even lift the portrait.
Looking at the cemetery she was about to reach, Tangning took a deep breath and tried to cheer herself up, but the feeling of powerlessness only grew stronger...
No, it doesn’t seem like he is weak, but the portrait is really getting heavier!
The portrait that should have been easy to lift suddenly became as heavy as a stone. Tang Ning lowered his head and saw that only half of the portrait was left after being burned. The old man was glaring at him!
It's like scolding something!