Heir to the Celestial Master

Chapter 3 Empress Empress Appears
Lan Weiwei could imagine the dire situation at that time, because the Empress Zhenggong appeared.

Zhao Tong didn't notice it, and continued to babble: "Zhao Lian has never been popular, we all know, but he thought he was from the same family, but he didn't think that after marrying Alan, he would still act like a bastard outside all day long. Not at home, even when Alan had no child bleeding heavily and finally collapsed and was sent to the hospital, he just looked at him indifferently, and didn't even care about the funeral, hey, what a crime! "

As the situation became more and more critical, Lan Weiwei quickly pulled Zhao Tong along and ran to the door, where there was a magical enchantment that had been set up earlier.

As soon as he stepped into the circle, a gust of wind swept over with shadows, Lan Weiwei patted his chest in fear, and Zhao Tong beside him was already frightened.

The red robe was mopping the floor, with a trace of redness, blood and tears flowed from her eyes, her entire face was stiff, and the woman's long hair was loosely covering most of her face.

Standing in front of him was the Alan that Zhao Tong was talking about. The old man's eyes were full of guilt, his lips were twitching, and he was about to kneel down, thinking that the Zhao family was guilty.

But now that Alan has been dead for ten years, he may have become a ghost, so he will definitely not be moved by his guilt, and Zhao Tong is only for the peace of the Zhao family, not for her Alan.

Every sentence is begging to let them go, these words should be more effective if Zhao Lian said them, and Zhao Tong's chanting is just to scratch an itch.

Alan was getting closer and closer, and the long white skirt was already soaked in blood, and there were red marks on the ground, like a phantom, but it really existed in front of his eyes.

True or false, with one trick, Lan Weiwei bit her own finger cruelly, ah, the pain was excruciating, whoever said it didn't hurt, stood up and beat her to death.

A drop of blood was scattered in the wind, and suddenly the courtyard, which was still a bit overcast and windy just now, seemed to be brighter with sunlight.

The ancient house faces south, which is a good feng shui, but it is occupied by a layer of ghosts and ghosts.Of course, it can't be said that it's all ghosts, because Alan became a ghost, so he innocently lured those long-gone predecessors out.

The so-called respecting the ancestors is like the blessing of gods, this sentence is suitable everywhere.

Under Zhao Tong's begging for mercy, Alan only paused for a moment, and when the bloody wind came again with his sleeves, Lan Weiwei's blood drops had all floated out of the barrier.

In a flash, the sun shone brightly, and Zhao Tong was still kneeling on the ground. The old man, who was nearly fifty, had several wounds on his head.

Lan Weiwei pulled him up with a sigh, the old man's eyes were cloudy, tears flowed freely, and he kept saying that the Zhao family had committed too many crimes.

Lan Weiwei has already understood the whole situation, but she feels that just like her mother Lan, just using magic to isolate the old house, after ten or eight years, that ghost Alan will definitely come out again to disturb the Yin-Yang world.

Lan Weiwei had a hard time making a decision.

She decided to stay in the ancient house tonight and find out about the situation in those years. After all, Zhao Tong was only telling the facts objectively. The house is noisy.

Hearing Lan Weiwei's thoughts, Zhao Tong was so frightened that he trembled: "During the day, can't it be during the day, I have to come here at night."

After all, Lan Weiwei didn't want him, an old man in his fifties, to go back and forth, and promised: "You always go back, I'll stay here for three days, if you can't come out after three days, you should call the police."

Zhao Tong was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground: "Is there no other way, it must be brought down at night?" The old man began to tremble again as he spoke.

"That's not true, there are other ways, I'm afraid your second brother is not willing."

Zhao Tong raised his head abruptly, and instantly understood what Lan Weiwei meant: "Then I'll come over tomorrow morning. If you haven't come out yet, I'll tie that little bastard in immediately and never let it continue to harm people."

Lan Weiwei felt that Zhao Tong's words were credible. Mother Lan's family was not only superior in magic skills, but also in terms of people's abilities, especially when it comes to Yin and Yang Dao. I'm afraid it's the character that comes first, and fighting ghosts comes last. .

Lan Weiwei waved her hand and helped Zhao Tong out of the old house.

Zhao Tong was still sighing, the door had already been slammed shut, and the old man staggered away.

Lan Weiwei turned around, the effect of a drop of blood had passed, took a deep breath, and said silently not to be afraid, not to be afraid.

But TM, who can tell her, those Ah Piao are so perverted, why did they put their hands into her robes, not afraid that the zodiac robes inside would be destroyed.

Lan Weiwei kindly pushed an Apiao away, in order to prevent it from being killed by the Zodiac Robe.

Just now Alan was shocked by the mist dispersed by a drop of her blood, so he didn't drift very far, probably hiding in a corner, Lan Weiwei walked carefully step by step.

After walking more than half of the ancient house, there is still nothing, Lan Weiwei is depressed, this is playing hide-and-seek.

Tired, I found an empty room. Although it is an old house, it is fully equipped with modern equipment.Pat the TV, it can still be used, although it is not LCD.

On the TV, there is an infatuated relationship between men and women, and Lan Weiwei is washing in the bathroom. Should it be said that she is in a good mood, or that she is in a good mood.Lan Weiwei even brought her toiletries with her, and she was still not used to the ones prepared by others.

Apparently Zhao Tong was so anxious that he forgot even this point, but luckily she brought it with her.

"Tap-tap."

It was the sound of footsteps, Lan Weiwei was puzzled, there was no one in this ancient house, only various A Piao who had not yet died.

Who would come here, spitting out the toothpaste in his mouth, and Lan Weiwei wrapped herself tightly in the bathrobe.

Quietly opened a door, the red light outside covered his eyes, Lan Weiwei was stunned.

Who is holding a wedding in the old house of the Zhao family.

Lan Weiwei walked out indifferently, touched the red silk on the wall, and her tentacles directly touched the wall. Lan Weiwei was even more sure that she encountered a strange backtracking flow, that is, the ghost road.

Although Lan Weiwei was afraid, she was also curious. She walked slowly along the corridors and saw many festively dressed people decorating the old house. Although there were not many happy faces on their faces, they all pretended to be happy. It looks like a new house.

There are lights and festoons everywhere, and Lan Weiwei looks like a spectator from outside the world, watching a pantomime.

Here comes the bride and groom.

Lan Weiwei frowned, it was actually Alan.At this time, there was no reluctance on Alan's face as Zhao Tong said, but a happy expression on his face, exactly like a little girl who was about to enter the palace of marriage.

Wearing a white western-style wedding dress, walking on the aisle covered with a red carpet, it formed a strong contrast with the ancient atmosphere of the whole old house, but no one noticed it, like a puppet on a string, silently watching Bamboo.

Alan's seat was the young Zhao Tong. Zhao Tong couldn't help but drink his nephew's new wine, patted Zhao Lian on the shoulder, and left with a sigh.

Zhao Lian's face was as ecstatic as Alan's. Even if he was approved by the head of the family, he looked at his father with pride.Zhao Lian's father stared at Alan viciously, wishing to tear her apart.

(End of this chapter)