Yin marriage stays together: the chaebol's husband is a ghost

Chapter 52 The Yin-Yang Gate Is Locked

"Bei Minggu, can we really go back from here?" Ning Luo followed closely behind him, not daring to miss a step.

"I can feel that this is the Yin Yang Gate." Bei Minggu held her little hand tightly, and carefully pushed the door open, "Go in and have a look."

Ning Luo nodded, and moved his body closer to Bei Ming Gu's body. As soon as the two of them stepped onto the threshold, the wooden door behind them closed automatically with a "squeak", scaring Ning Luo into Bei Ming Gu's arms involuntarily. , "The door closed automatically, is there a ghost?"

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Bei Minggu stretched out his hand to wrap her around her chest, and patted her back involuntarily with the other hand, comforting her in a soft voice that he didn't even notice, "There is something in the underworld." It's normal for the door to close automatically in the dark wind."

His words made her feel inexplicably at ease, so she turned her head to look at the whole house, but it was pitch black, and she couldn't see anything, "Bei Minggu, it's so dark here."

Bei Minggu raised his hand in the air and snapped his fingers smartly, a cluster of green flames floated in the air.

The green firelight illuminated the space very strangely. Ning Luo frowned, feeling a little disgusted with the green light. She saw that this dilapidated low room was empty with no extra decorations. The ladder extends upwards.

Ning Luo felt strange, "Isn't this low house only one floor? Why is there a ladder?"

Bei Minggu's eyes sank slightly, but he pulled her up the ladder, "The upper part should be the Yin-Yang Gate."

Bei Minggu walked in front, Ning Luo walked behind, and after climbing six or seven steps, Ning Luo suddenly yelled, "Ah! Something is grabbing my foot!"

Bei Minggu hurriedly turned his head, and saw a horrifying scene. Three or four ghost hands stretched out from each step. Ning Luo stepped on the seventh step with his front foot, and stepped on the sixth step with his back foot. Grabbed by three or four ghostly hands, those ghostly hands desperately pulled her feet, trying to drag her down the stairs.

"Damn!"

Beiming cursed in a low voice, and waved his hand very cruelly. Two streams of green gas flew out from his hand, condensed into the shape of a knife in the air, and chopped towards the surroundings of Ning Luo's two feet.

"Shhhhh..."

All the hands holding Ning Luo's feet were cut off.

Below, there were bursts of painful wailing sounds.

Bei Minggu's hand suddenly stretched, wrapped around Ning Luo's waist, and hugged her up.

Ning Luo saw that her flying feet were still tightly held by four or five severed hands. She was so frightened that she kicked her feet desperately in the air. , and fell downstairs.

Bei Minggu hugged her, and ran up the stairs in a few strides, while the ghost hands below rushed up the stairs like a tide, Bei Minggu didn't care about these tide-like ghost hands, in front of him was a The wooden door, he judged, should be the Yin-Yang Gate.

So, quickly put down Ning Luo, and reached out to open the door.

As a result, as soon as the hand touched the door bolt, it was bounced back.

"Oops, we're late, the Yin-Yang Gate has been enchanted, it looks like we can't get out." Bei Minggu's face darkened, and he suddenly felt bad.

"Then what should I do?" Ning Luo sat on the ground, kicking her feet at each other, desperately trying to kick off the severed hand that was still holding her ankle, hearing Bei Minggu's words, she was so anxious that she was about to cry, they couldn't get out, The ghost hands below all rushed up again, is it possible that tonight's little life is going to be explained here?

Bei Minggu tried to reach out to open the door again, but was bounced back twice in a row. He could only temporarily give up the idea of ​​opening the Yin-Yang Gate, turned around and saw that Ning Luo was still struggling with the severed hand on his foot, he sighed. He took a breath, shook his head, squatted down and forcibly broke off the severed hands on her feet, and threw them downstairs.

Ning Luo got rid of those severed hands, quickly got up and hid behind Bei Minggu, "Think about it quickly, those ghost hands have already climbed to the last step, wait a minute, they will all climb upstairs !"

"Coward!" Bei Minggu glanced at her with disgust, but his tone was doting, and then he waved a green gas unhurriedly, and the green gas condensed into a knife in the air. The whole staircase was cut off.

The stairs collapsed, and hundreds of ghost hands followed the collapsed stairs, crashing down and rolling all over the ground.

Looking down from upstairs, Ning Luo saw ghost hands densely packed on the ground, and immediately felt goosebumps all over his body, and those ghost hands crawled around on the ground, some crawled to the bottom of the wall, trying to climb up along the wall, but Halfway through the climb, it fell down again.

Ning Luo swallowed his saliva in fear, afraid that those ghost hands would climb up the wall.

"Don't worry, they won't be able to climb up." Bei Minggu pulled her away from the stairs, "Don't stand too close, if you fall, I won't be able to save you."

Ning Luo quickly stepped back, no longer looking at the ghost hand downstairs, but staring at the Yin-Yang Gate, and asked, "What should I do? Are you really unable to open it?"

"In this Yin Street, there are powerful ghosts who don't want us to leave easily." Bei Minggu simply sat down, leaning against the wall next to the Yin-Yang Gate, with one leg stretched out and the other bent, with his hands resting lazily on the wall. On his knees, his eyes were slightly closed, and he didn't seem to be worried about the current situation at all.

Ning Luo was worried, "Could it be the male ghost in white? Did he let me out on purpose to lure you in and trap you?"

Ning Luo thought for a while, but felt wrong again, "Why did he do this? Could it be that he has a grudge against you, or... he was also sent by your third uncle to deal with you?"

Turning around in his mind, Ning Luo felt that the first two guesses were unlikely, "Still, I made an appointment with the ghost in white to take my body tomorrow afternoon, but I broke my promise and snatched it secretly, and provoked the ghost in white. Angry, so the male ghost in white wants to trap us?"

Ning Luo rolled his eyes nimbly, nodded his head heavily, and instantly felt the truth about himself, "It must be like this!"

Seeing her standing in front of her and talking to herself, her expression changed every time she said a word, but every expression had a heart-shattering agility, Bei Minggu couldn't help but chuckled, raised her slightly closed eyelids, He stretched out his big palm to her, "Stop standing there guessing, come here."

She was standing in a hurry, but he was idly leaning against the wall, looking drowsy. Ning Luo walked over angrily, squatted beside him, and pushed him, "Beiming Gu, We are all going to die here, why are you not in a hurry!"

She was dying of anxiety!
"It should be dawn soon, I'm a little sleepy." Bei Minggu grabbed her waist and pulled her hard.

Ning Luo immediately fell into his arms and rested her head on his chest. She was stunned for a while, and quickly put her hands on his chest, raised her head, and looked at him in bewilderment, "You... what do you mean? ?”

"Did no one tell you that ghosts want to sleep in the daytime?" Bei Minggu pinched her pretty little nose, "And, in the daytime, my ghost skills will weaken, and even disappear as soon as the sun shines. Now I have no way to open this yin and yang gate, so I can only wait until night."

"It's almost dawn now, and we have to wait until night..." Ning Luo was a little discouraged, stared at Bei Minggu, and muttered, "Why don't I make an appointment with the male ghost in white."

She murmured very softly, but Beiming's ear was too developed, so she immediately narrowed her eyes in displeasure, and stretched out her hand to pinch her jaw, "You're blaming me, huh?"

Before Ning Luo could reply, his cold lips had already covered hers.

Ning Luo was stunned for a moment, his heart was beating wildly, and he quickly pushed him away, "Damn, let go! Please don't be in heat every now and then!" In this situation, he was still in the mood to tease her, and she really Convince him!

Bei Minggu didn't push forward, his eyes were slightly blurred, staring at her flushed cheeks, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Desperately wiping the drool on his lips, Ning Luo glared at him angrily, only to realize that this dead ghost is sitting in a very wild posture, that leg stretched out is damn long and straight, and the other leg is bent, He was obviously teasing her, but the other hand was still resting on the bent knee, the posture was leisurely, lazy, and wild.

However, his eyes, with a hint of lust and bewilderment, locked tightly on her pretty face.

Ning Luo suddenly felt his heart beating faster, and quickly turned his eyes away from him. He had nothing to say, "Well, why did Xiao Cui fall to the ground and howl after occupying my body? Could it be that my body is not suitable for her? ?”

After Ning Luo finished speaking, he didn't hear Bei Minggu's answer for a long time.

She turned her head strangely, but saw that Bei Minggu was still looking at her in the same posture just now. Seeing her turn around, he drew the smile on his lips deeper, and said with a little satisfaction: "That's ours." The son found out that his mother's body had been taken, so he launched a revolution to avenge his mother."

"Our son?" Ning Luo thought of the cute little boy who appeared in her dream, and a strange feeling flashed in her heart.

"En." Bei Ming Gu responded lightly.

Ning Luo thought for a while, and then said: "You told me to stay away from this abandoned building before. Did you already find out that this abandoned building has a door leading to Yin Street?"

"No." Bei Minggu shook his head, "I only discovered the Yin Yang Gate tonight too. Do you still remember the ghost that was electrocuted to death by us when we were in the BM chaebol?"

Ning Luo nodded, he will never forget it until he dies!

Bei Minggu rubbed her hair, her expression became serious, "At that time, I thought that ghost was coming after you, and the little ghost Xue Xiu sent didn't get the bidding document for the land in Zhuxi. The next day, the little ghost was sent to the Longwan Imperial Court, and the little ghost successfully took the copy and handed it to Xue Xiu, and then returned to this abandoned building."

"What?" Ning Luo almost jumped up in shock, "You mean, Xue Xiu's little ghost came from this Yin Street? On the other hand, the ghosts in the whole Yin Street might be raised by Xue Xiu, including that male ghost in white? "

I'm going to die, I'm going to die, the whole Yin Street belongs to Xue Xiu, so Xue Xiu's ability is really immeasurable!
This is something she never thought of!

(End of this chapter)