"who?!"
Dongfang Jing was startled and turned around quickly. The voice was terribly familiar, as if someone who had already entered the underworld suddenly climbed up from below, and then grabbed her hand, steadfastly refusing to let go.
But when she looked back, there was nothing.
She felt that this place was gloomy, and it was not suitable to stay for a long time. If she took another step, it would be dark in front of her eyes, and the door had been closed!
"Who?! Who is it?!" Dongfang Jing's expression froze, and she clenched her hand holding the cane even tighter.
"Ah Jing, you can't go anywhere—"
Another voice sounded from behind her, and when she looked back, the glaring light exploded in the darkness, hurting her eyes and making her unable to see the person in front of her clearly.
When her eyes gradually got used to the light, she raised her head and saw a man in black robe, holding a white lantern in one hand, and a wine pot in the other, walking towards her unsteadily.
Worry free...
Dongfang Jing couldn't help calling out from the bottom of her heart.
This figure, this posture, is very similar to Wuyou.
This is the mourning hall, she has reason to suspect that the man in front of her is the soul of Wuyou.
"Husband, is that you?" Dongfang Jing limped over with a cane, trying to get close to the strand of "soul".
"A Jing, it's me." The man's voice was gentle, even though he was wearing a ghost mask, he could still feel the bright smile under his mask, "A Jing, this king has been waiting for you here, and you are back—"
"You... have been waiting here for me all this time?" Dongfang Jing's brows were furrowed, her heart full of doubts. Why are you waiting for him here? ! Even if he died and turned into a ghost, he should return to the Prince's Mansion to wait for her. Why did he come to this ghostly place
"Yeah! After you left, this king has been unable to dream of you. This king knows that you must blame this king for not going to save you, so you have been refusing to enter this king's dream—" the man There was a bit of sadness in his voice, "It is said in the hexagram that on the first seven nights, your soul will definitely come back to find your closest relative. I bet I am your closest relative, and you really came back to find me... "
At the end, the man's voice actually had a smile that seemed to be successful.
Dongfang Jing understood instantly!
This man in front of him is not a ghost at all! He simply regarded her as a ghost!
The person he was waiting for should be Concubine Gong, and this man wearing a ghost mask was none other than the owner of Prince Gong's mansion—Ghost King Zongzheng Fusu!
"Ah Jing, come here."
The man beckoned to her, "There are so many things that I don't have time to explain to you, so that you don't know the truth until you die. Come here, and I will tell you one by one..."
"No, you've got the wrong person. I'm not a Jing." It's a villain's job to pry into other people's inner secrets. Dongfang Jing has nothing to do with Zongzheng Fusu, and she doesn't want to hear stories from this insignificant person.
"You are Ah Jing!"
The man's voice suddenly rose a lot, shaking the candles in front of the mourning hall, and shaking the green jade bottles on both sides into powder, "You admitted it just now! It's Ah Jing!!"
It really is brutal!
Dongfang Jing originally had fantasies about the so-called ghost king, but now she realizes that not every man wearing a ghost mask is worry-free, and not every man wearing a ghost mask has a warm heart.
"Little girl broke into the mourning hall of the princess by mistake, I'm sorry! Farewell!"
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