When I opened my eyes, my fox became a sick villain

Chapter 58
After all, the female ghost had already come in front of Qingwu, raised her withered ghost hand, and covered Qingwu's head with a red veil.

When Qingwu left, he pretended to bump into the coffin board accidentally, and the lid of Xi's coffin was knocked shut immediately, leaving only a small gap.

She pretended to be in pain and covered her calf, "It hurts!"

The female ghost laughed loudly, and said: "Our new wife is really squeamish, you should be more careful, otherwise, His Majesty the Ghost King will feel sorry for you."

Qingwu didn't speak any more, and let the female ghost help him to move forward.

Suddenly there was a weak gust of wind, and a corner of Qingwu's hijab was lifted.

Qingwu was stunned for a moment, and the hijab fell down again, covering Qingwu's face.

Although it is cloudy here, there is no wind.

Perhaps it was a little ghost who wanted to take the opportunity to peek at the bride.

For some reason, Qingwu, who was a little flustered in his heart, suddenly became less nervous.

After walking for about a stick of incense, the female ghost led Qingwu up the steps and into a room.

The originally deserted environment suddenly became noisy the moment Qingwu entered the room.

That voice didn't sound like congratulations or joy, but it carried an indescribable breath of the underworld, and Qingwu only felt that his ears hurt when he heard it.

Not long after, a piece of red silk was stuffed into Qingwu's hand. In the middle of the red silk was a tied hydrangea ball, and the other end of the hydrangea ball was held by a hand. .

Through the gap under the raised head, Qingwu could see that hand was white and delicate, not ugly.

It's okay, okay, Qingwu is still very worried, if the ghost king is ugly and his palms are rotten, Qingwu might not be able to help but spit it out.

There was a sound of a gong, followed by a weird suona sound, not like a wedding, but like a funeral.

Qingwu frowned, he didn't expect that his first wedding ceremony would be held in such a weird atmosphere.

If she could go back alive, her experience would be enough to tell Zhao Jinying for three days and three nights.

The sound of the suona continued, during which a sharp voice shouted, "Bow to heaven and earth!"

The sharp voice of the male duck made Qingwu frown.

Qingwu was forced to bow down, but before his waist was fully straightened, he said again, "Second bow to Xiling!"

Ordinary people pay homage to high halls twice, and even this ghost king has no high hall to worship.

"Ghosts worship!"

Qingwu's other wrist was held by the ghost king, and a corner of Qingwu's sleeve was ripped off with a stab.

"..." Qingwu couldn't help but secretly realize that this bastard is really powerful.

Fortunately, the ghost king was not obsessed with pulling her wrist again, and the two faced each other, although they bowed down through a red hijab.

Qingwu couldn't help but wonder in his heart, could this ghost king only have one pair of hands that look like ordinary people?
If her face is rotten, will she see it and affect her spell performance?

After worshiping heaven and earth, Qingwu was sent to a room in the backyard.

The moment the door was closed, Qingwu pulled off the hijab on his head and looked around.

Compared with the dilapidated courtyard before, the interior of this house is quite normal, but the blue will-o'-the-wisp burning in the room is still weird.

Qingwu got up quickly, wanting to leave.

But as soon as his palm touched the door, he was shocked back by a very powerful force.

Damn it, there is an enchantment outside the door!

Qingwu could only turn her attention to the window, she grabbed a peanut from the bed and threw it on the window.

The peanut hit the window and was immediately bounced back. She dodged to avoid being hit by the flying peanut.

Qingwu drew a spell from the air, printed it on the window, and forcibly tore open a small gap.

But the gap is too small, it is impossible to get out.

Helpless, Qingwu could only poke his finger there, leaving a small hole on the papered window.

She leaned over and looked out.

Before Qingwu could see it clearly, a white shadow flashed past, and the small hole became a piece of white.

If it wasn't for the red blood streaks all over the white thing, Qingwu didn't even realize what it was!
The eyeballs full of whites rolled around a few times.

Qingwu took a step back, quickly and obediently sat back on the couch, and put on a bright red hijab.

It seems that there are ghosts everywhere in the ghost palace, and it is difficult to leave here.

Qingwu touched the tip of his nose, thinking about what to do.

I don't know how well this ghost king is cultivated. If she is completely unable to fight, how should she deal with it?
And Ah Jin, Ah Jin is still waiting for her, waiting for her to save him from here.

Qingwu gently lifted a corner of the hijab, looked at the window from the corner of her eye, and after confirming that the white eyeballs had disappeared, she breathed a sigh of relief and pulled off the hijab.

She rummaged around indiscriminately, and found the Qiankun bag.

This Qiankun bag belonged to Lu Yaoqing, Qingwu didn't like to store things, and never put anything in it, only some old things of Lu Yaoqing in it.

Right now Qingwu can only do nothing but pour out all the things in the Qiankun bag.

Except for some messy items, there are only a few blank talisman papers and a ghost lamp.

For the majestic ghost king of Xiling, this kind of small ghost lamp should not be of much use, but these talisman papers can come in handy.

Qingwu put away the miscellaneous things, twisted a piece of talisman paper, drew a poison talisman with blood, then burned it with ghost fire, and mixed it into the wine.

This kind of poisonous spell can only work on ghosts, and Qingwu is also worried, wondering if he can control the ghost king, and...whether she, a ghost who has occupied the body of others, will be caught!

Right now, Qingwu has no better way than doing his best and obeying the destiny.

Qingwu rummaged through the room, trying to see if he could find anything usable.

I was concentrating on finding something, when suddenly, there was a roar of ghosts outside, and the old bottle in Qingwu's hand fell to the ground in fright.

Qingwu wanted to catch it but it was too late.

She closed her eyes in shock, waiting for the loud noise.

However, the vase fell crookedly on her instep and rolled to the ground, but it was not damaged at all.

Qingwu breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly picked up the vase on the ground and put it back on the table.

As soon as the vase was put down, Qingwu heard the sound of someone pushing the door.

The ghost king dressed in bright red came in, saw the bride sitting on the couch, with the red hijab waving left and right, he grinned.

After closing the door, the ghost king approached Qingwu step by step.

Until it stopped in front of Qingwu.

Although he was mentally prepared, but at this moment, Qingwu was not afraid that it would be a lie.

She had managed to live her whole life again, met her little fox again with great difficulty, and now she was going to die again?It's fine if she dies, and the little fox will die with her!

With one hand lifted from the lower end of the hijab, Qingwu was too nervous to raise his head.

But the man threw away the red handkerchief in his hand, grabbed Qingwu's chin with a tiger's jaw, forcing her to raise her head and look directly at him!
The man's face was blank, without any facial features, and after a while, it was Jiang Mingyun's face that emerged.

(End of this chapter)