The ghost is the husband, the wife is the supreme

Chapter 105 It turns out I like it
After leaving the chicken shop, Du Ran lowered his head to look at the faint black air in his hand, feeling very helpless in his heart.

She just tried according to what the book said, but she really caught it...

This kind of black air is what people call 'bad luck', and it won't cause any substantial harm to people, but nothing good will happen if it is entangled in the body. But if there is more bad luck, there will be a bloody disaster.

However, this small amount of bad luck can still be driven out artificially, just like what Du Ran just did.

Let go of your hand, and the bad luck disappears.

Du Ran looked at the empty hand thoughtfully, and had to admit that the old man was right. Maybe...she really has the potential to become a Taoist priest?
This is really not a good idea.

Du Ran shook his head, and decided not to think about it. She just tried it for the sake of the enthusiasm of the proprietress. As for the woman who smelled something wrong, Du Ran didn't want to help at all.

Holding the chicken, Du Ran left very happily. When passing by an old beggar with a child, he handed them the fresh chicken. After receiving a grateful smile, Du Ran left.

However, Du Ran didn't intend to go back to the dormitory, but found a secluded unfinished building, walked in, and took his backpack.

He poured chicken blood into the kettle and took out the spirit card.

Du Ran spread the paper towels on the ground as good as he could, then put the spirit card on it, then squatted down with his knees hugged, and looked at the word 'depressed' on the spirit card.

After confirming that Shen Yu didn't leave, Du Ran wiped the spirit card in a rare good mood, and said softly, "Are you still blaming me? That's why you don't come out."

There was still no movement of the spirit card, so Du Ran didn't care, picked up the kettle, shook the chicken blood in it, and said suddenly: "You know, raising you is almost a chicken farm."

A cold voice suddenly came from behind: "Why, am I not as good as a chicken?"

The smile on the corner of Du Ran's mouth deepened, she didn't turn her head, and said, "Well, the Shen family can certainly afford chickens."

"Ah."

Du Ran was pulled up, a slender arm wrapped around her waist, and then she fell into a cold embrace.

At first, she was still a little stiff, but soon, Du Ran adjusted her posture and leaned against his chest obediently, because she knew that the thing behind her was depression.

A ghost who is about to use up a chicken farm.

A kiss was lightly printed on the neck, and the cold breath spit out on the fair skin, causing goose bumps.

Rubbing Du Ran's neck affectionately, Shen Yu said in a low voice, "Ran'er."

Du Ran's face, which was intended to be tense, failed, and the corners of his mouth curled up irrepressibly.

Du Ran said: "Let go of me, do you want chicken blood?"

Shen Yu was still indifferent, but just kissed Du Ran's neck carefully, as if tasting some delicious food.

"I've always wanted to ask, why do you need chicken blood?"

Du Ran has always wondered about this question. Although she has guessed, according to the book, when the rooster crows at dawn, the rooster has a bit of spirituality, and the blood of the chicken has a certain effect on nourishing the soul. Chicken blood is used in many recipes. Even sacrifices.

"Oh, because I want to guard you."

Even the tone of Shen Yu's answer was as domineering as ever.

Du Ran raised his eyebrows and said, "Then if I don't pour chicken blood into you every day, will you disappear?"

Hearing this, Shen Yu left Du Ran's neck, turned over the little thing in his arms, faced her face, and snorted: "Huh?"

When Du Ran saw that handsome and pale face, he was not so stubborn anymore, and immediately said, "I mean, what if..."

He narrowed his eyes gloomy and dangerous, and said, "You don't want to know the consequences."

Du Ran wisely continued: "Well, I don't want to know!"

Afterwards, Shen Yu let go of Du Ran, and nodded to indicate that Du Ran could pour blood on it. Du Ran sighed in his heart, squatted down very obediently, and carefully poured chicken blood on Shen Yu's spirit card.

Behind Du Ran's invisible back, Shen Yu lowered his head, watching his somewhat transparent feet materialize again, and quietly turned his eyes away.

After making sure that not a single drop of blood was wasted, Du Ran touched Shen Yu's spirit card, carefully put it into his backpack, turned his head, and saw Shen Yu quietly standing in the shadows with arms folded.

Looking at the past in this way, the quiet depression really makes people... unable to take their eyes off.

Du Ran didn't know that there was a trace of nostalgia in her eyes, and she didn't know how delicious her expression was at the moment....

At least Shen Yu didn't miss Du Ran's expression. He smiled happily. He liked Du Ran's appearance of being obsessed with him. Ghosts are good at confusing. He...is the most irresistible confusion.

In the next second, Shen Yu disappeared and appeared directly in front of Du Ran, hugging Du Ran tightly again, and said dangerously: "In the dream, I still remember."

Du Ran's breathing stopped for a second, and he whispered, "Can you stop holding grudges like that..."

Shen Yu stroked Du Ran's soft hair, and said hoarsely, "I haven't touched you for a long time."

Du Ran's body reacted subconsciously. Although she tried her best to hide it, she still caught the depression, and a low, hoarse laughter rang in Du Ran's ear.

Depressed laughing.

He smiled.

Du Ran suddenly wanted to take a look at his appearance, so he stretched out his hand and pushed Shen Yu away, looked straight at his face, and saw the smile that Shen Yu didn't have time to take back.

Such a beautiful smile.

Du Ran wailed in her heart, she could already feel her heart beating fast, and she also understood what this throbbing feeling was, but this time, no matter how she suppressed, denied, or resisted, Can't lie to myself anymore.

When faced with depression, an answer washed away all her pretense like a volcanic eruption.

She... Maybe she really fell in love with depression.

She fell in love with a ghost.

How terrible.

A ghost who had killed someone and guarded her like a pervert.

An ice cube without temperature, an existence that should be feared.

How could you fall in love with him?

How can you admit that you like him?
Du Ran was confused, as if he couldn't think of a reason, there was no reason, no excuse, it was just like that... I fell in love with it.

Admitting to liking a ghost is so hard.

But... what about the husband?

How about admitting that you like your husband?
Shen Yu and her got married, and the ceremony was held in a legitimate manner. Even if it was not registered, no one else would know about it, but that's what she thought.

This is her husband, she accepted the marriage, they worshiped and got married, and they had a wedding night in the bridal chamber.So, they are husband and wife, aren't they?

(End of this chapter)