Touching the grave and shocking the marriage, the coffin man came up on the couch

Chapter 42
"Well, the life of rich people is so comfortable."

Leng Ran murmured comfortably.

Suddenly, there was a cold touch on the back of the vest, which made Leng Ran stunned.

The water was still warm just now, but now it feels as if it fell into a big ice cube, and the heat disappeared in an instant...

Look again, there is no trace of heat in the surrounding area surrounded by mist. This is...

Leng Ran only felt that her throat was suddenly so sweet, she gulped down a mouthful of saliva and turned her head slowly, no, there was nothing behind her...

Could it be a hallucination?
But this cold touch is too shocking, it is impossible to have nothing at all.

His eyes glanced to one side, and his cold eyes froze on the worn-out baggage on the wooden chair behind the screen.

Immediately her face was overjoyed, she almost forgot that there was a piece of talisman given to her by her grandma inside, because she was going to get married last night, so she packed the talisman on the wooden door early in her bag.

just now……

Thinking that the male ghost almost defiled herself, Leng Ran didn't care so much anymore, she stood up with a bang, and just walked towards the burden naked, groping for a while, when the familiar touch passed over her fingertips, Leng Ran smiled, There you have it, Talisman.

Not caring so much, Leng Ran pasted the talisman on the door of the room, and then came back to take a bath in peace of mind.

I remember the ghost called Hun last time, but I didn't break through the talisman for two nights. As long as there is this talisman, the ghost will never get in.

Thinking like this, Leng Ran's heart slowly settled down, and the surrounding warm water covered her body, which washed away all her fatigue. This feeling was really comfortable.

"Take a bath, it's so comfortable."

Leng Ran couldn't help blurting out.

"Comfortable?"

The clear voice is mixed with a trace of elegance.

Leng Ran frowned, who was talking, this voice was not like Long Qingjue's deep and sexy voice, it was very elegant and clear.

Leng Ran looked around, but there was no one.

She stretched out her hand and patted her cheek. Did she become nervous because of her high nervousness?

"Do you want to be more comfortable?"

Qingyue's joking voice came from across the air, this time Leng Ran was no longer calm, she folded her chest, sat up in horror, tightly held the edge of the tub, stared wide-eyed to check the surroundings, the surrounding water mist was hazy, There's nothing weird about it.

But Leng Ran just felt creepy and uncomfortable, and felt that there were two eyes staring at him lewdly in the dark.

"Hey, tear up the talisman and let me in, I will make you more comfortable."

Qingyue's voice, mixed with a hint of ambiguity, made her scalp tingle when she heard it, and at the same time let her recognize the owner of the voice.

That man in fluttering white clothes, playing the melodious flute in the cemetery!
In an instant, black lines covered Leng Ran's face. Could this man in fluttering white clothes who had saved his life be a wretched pervert?
No, is he human?
The look in Long Qingjue's eyes that looked at him last night reverberated in his mind, the two of them should miss the kind of enmity in the previous life.

Wait, past life.

Leng Ran's face collapsed in an instant, what kind of luck did she have, or the bad luck of eight lifetimes, did she actually meet two ghosts?

No, it was three, although Luo Wenlin had already been wiped out.

Creak creak, the door creaked.

Leng Ran's heart skipped a beat, the hairs all over her body stood on end, and she hurried to the screen to put on her inner coat.

Leng Ran didn't know what to do, she just wanted to run quickly.

(End of this chapter)