Uncover the mystery of ghost marriage in Snake Village: Snake Wife

"Weird..." The voice reached his throat and he was forced to swallow it back. Fang Jun looked at the words that the call ended on the phone, and he didn't feel his mouth puff up.

The incandescent lamp above his head emitted a milky white cold light, and his face in the mirror was much better than before, but Fang Jun couldn't smile at the moment.

Whether it's Su Yawen, Amei, or even Shen Ru now, it seems that they don't have a good impression of this house, and it can even be said that it is a little bit weird, which made Fang Jun, who didn't think so, at this moment. Instead, there was a trace of fear in his heart.

There is only one person in the huge villa, no matter who is facing this gloomy environment, it is inevitable to be a little scared, let alone Fang Jun, who has just experienced a baptism, this kind of depression is even more obvious.

Gently pulling off the belt tied around his waist, Fang Jun took off his bathrobe, and his strong chest and abdominal muscles were reflected in the mirror.

After all, he was a police officer. The long-term high-intensity training in school still made his body get to know a lot. A scar on his chest was pulled from the collarbone to his chest. It was the scar left by arresting prisoners during his internship. After so many years, Although it is no longer painful, it still looks shocking at first glance.

Fang Jun subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch his back, but when he touched it, he felt a little hairy. On the originally flat back, it seemed that there were densely packed wounds, like bugs wriggling on the skin, not just one, It looked like worms were crawling all over his back.

I feel sick even thinking about it.

Turning around, the pattern of the back appeared in the mirror. The wound didn't seem to be getting any better. It was still a series of ravines and uneven wounds, lying on the back irregularly, like a nail house. Fang Jun muttered, "Still clinging on and not leaving..."

Looking at the wound on his back, Fang Jun's movements suddenly stopped, and his hands stopped somewhere on his back!

No, there is obviously no wound here, how could it be...

Since the wound has not improved for a long time, Fang Jun pays attention to the wound on his body every day when he applies the medicine. He clearly remembers that the film on his hand is still smooth yesterday. Why did the wound appear today? Could it be that he remembered it wrong yesterday? Or is he hallucinating again?

"It's really weird." Fang Jun couldn't figure out what was going on, put on the ointment, took out a black vest from one side and put on a pair of loose sweatpants, walked out of the bathroom door, and stepped on the stairs to the second floor.

The echo of footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.

According to Ah Mei, there is a rule in this room. Once people live in it, the crystal chandelier above the living room cannot be extinguished, because the visibility of the house is relatively low, and it is not easy to see everywhere when the lights are turned on. A headlight is on, although it consumes a lot of electricity, it seems to be more important than money to be convenient for people and prevent accidents.

Fang Jun's footsteps stopped on the second floor, and he looked to the left. At the end of the dark corridor, there was a white light tube behind the Buddha figure. On the outline outlined by the golden pattern, the man wearing gold and silver The Buddha poses in strange gestures, as if offering sacrifices and praying. It seems that it is not a local Buddha picture in China.

"This guy, where did you get all these messy things? This room is already scary enough, but now it's fine..." Fang Jun muttered and turned around, but his footsteps did not move away. On the door of a room in the distance.

That is, the second room on the right on the second floor.