The ghost is the husband, the wife is the supreme

Chapter 72 Knock on the Door

Yao Mingyan saw Du Ran's hesitation, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she put the card on the table and said, "I put it here. Shen Dahui will take you to the airport tomorrow afternoon. You don't need to bring anything. We've sent it to you."

"I……"

"Rest tonight! Good night!"

After sending Yao Mingyan away, Du Ran stood for a while, and when he raised his head, he bumped into a cold chest suddenly, then his waist tightened, and he was hugged into a hug.

"Depressed?"

Didn't he just disappear?
Shen Yu made a sneer, and said: "The pleasing has not stopped, I have not allowed you to back away."

Du Ran was out of breath, "Why did you disappear just now?! You have the nerve to say it!"

"continue."

"I do not!"

Du Ran also had a tough temper, as long as she thought of Yao Mingyan's expression just now, she would not get angry at all, and resolutely refused.

"Of course."

"But it's useless after all!"

Sullen and silent.

Soon, Du Ran's toughness couldn't last long, when she was picked up by Da Heng and thrown onto the bed, she knew that she had done another stupid thing.

She shouldn't have provoked a ghost! !
The whole night, she couldn't fall asleep, and every time she was extremely sleepy and exhausted, she would be woken up by depression one way or another, and then indulged in lingering love again.

Even the posture that was too embarrassing to speak was forced to try again, and it was only when the sky was crowing that he finally let her go.

When Du Ran passed out, he was still rejoicing that it was a plane in the afternoon.

Until almost noon, Du Ran struggled to get up, his whole body was so sore, he was so tired that he even got up and fell down, gasping for breath.

What Du Ran couldn't accept was that with the range of her movements, her body's memory of last night suddenly became more obvious.

Du Ran's face became stiff all of a sudden, and his hands on the quilt were clenched tightly.

That goddamn ghost!

She scolded that ghost countless times in her heart, but Du Ran still remembered what she said in her ear before she fell asleep, she sacrificed so much to get the opportunity, and she can't forget anything!

When he finally got up, Du Ran saw the admission notice that was placed on the table under the bank card.

Du Ran couldn't help showing a smile, and smirked alone on the bed for a long time before he forced himself to get up.

After the meal, Du Ran tactfully proposed to go to the mourning hall for a while, and asked that no one should disturb during the process, and Shen Jun readily agreed.

When he came to the mourning hall in the backyard again, Du Ran raised his head and restrained himself for a long time before tearing down the hanging black and white photos and trampling them to pieces.

Violently picked up the incense, lit it, bowed and plugged it in, completing a familiar thing.

After lighting the incense, Du Ran stood up and was silent for a while, then followed Shen Yu's instructions last night and touched the back of the altar. His fingers touched a cool object, and he finally pulled it out. He was immediately dumbfounded.

I saw Du Ran holding a wooden sign on his mobile phone.

A thing that is exactly the same as the wooden sign visited on the altar.

Even the font engraved on it is the same, except that the size is more miniature.

Du Ran remembered what Shen Yu said last night.

【Under my altar, take out what I want. 】

[Worship once a day, pour chicken blood on it, and call my name. 】

[Don't forget for a day, otherwise, you will never be able to leave. 】

[However, remember. 】

Du Ran pursed her lips, feeling that the wooden sign was a bit hot to touch, but she didn't dare to go against Shen Yu's intentions, and she didn't dare to gamble on this hard-won opportunity, so she could only quietly put the wooden sign on.

Until Shen Da came to pick her up, Du Ran's backpack contained the wooden sign wrapped in layers.

Under the smiling eyes of the Shen family, Du Ran left the Shen residence, and embarked on the journey to the imperial capital with anticipation.

The plane was not delayed, and arrived at the imperial capital smoothly at nine o'clock in the evening. Du Ran was still a little dizzy when she got down on the ground. She never knew that she was actually airsick, and she was so dizzy that her whole mind was dizzy .

Because of his poor mental state and the hard work of last night, Du Ran found a hotel almost as soon as he got out of the airport. He took out his card and opened the room without paying attention to the price. I fell asleep all night.

Du Ran, who was asleep, didn't realize that the room she had was at the end of the first floor, and opposite was the elevator entrance.

Such a location can be said to be a taboo in Feng Shui, and it is also the most taboo room for people who live in hotels.

In her deep sleep, Du Ran felt a sense of high and malicious peeping, and someone was chattering beside her, and she couldn't hear clearly. She wanted to open her eyes impatiently, but she couldn't do it.

He is clearly conscious, but he can't move his body. This is the legendary ghost press. Du Ran never thought that he would encounter it!
Gradually, the voices came closer, as if there were many people leaning against her, pointing fingers at her.

Du Ran panicked, and subconsciously shouted in his heart, depression, depression, depression!
A cold but unfamiliar hand touched Du Ran's arm, causing goosebumps.

No, it's not depression!It's not his hand!

who is thiswho is it!Do not touch me!go away, go away! !

Du Ran opened his eyes suddenly, his tongue hurt badly, his mouth was full of bloody smell, and his forehead was covered with drops of cold sweat.

When calling for hopelessness, Du Ran heard a voice saying to her, biting the tip of her tongue, she did so without hesitation and woke up from the state of "ghost pressing the bed" just now.

Du Ran covered his mouth, swallowed the bloody mouthful, still hurt, got up to get a glass of water to rinse his mouth, after spitting out a burst of blood, Du Ran was on the spot in a daze.

So, is that what it feels like to be touched by a ghost?

Apart from depression, she couldn't and couldn't be more unwilling to be touched by any ghost!

The feeling of goose bumps just now was too real and too disgusting, she couldn't help but want to spit it out now.

It turns out that she can't do anything except depression?
Is this... luck or misfortune?
Before Du Ran could get sentimental, there was a knock on the door.

"knock."

After a long time, there was another "knock"

A slow, heavy knock on the door came in.

Du Ran froze again.

"knock."

The door was still ringing, but no one spoke, just knocking on the door silently and persistently.

Du Ran's scalp exploded, she quickly jumped onto the bed, grabbed the quilt and covered her head.

"Knock knock."

Slowly, the knocking on the door became more rapid, enough to disturb the people, but so far no one has come to complain, as if she was the only one who heard it.

Du Ran poked his head out, swallowed, and said a word, "Who?!"

The knocking stopped suddenly.

Everything is eerily quiet.

(End of this chapter)