Midnight marriage: My husband is a ghost

Chapter 32 It's Impossible
"Zhenzhen's mother." The uncle murmured.

I looked at my uncle with sadness in my eyes, "Zhenzhen's mother also committed suicide after Zhenzhen died."

I watched my uncle looking into the distance, his eyes were dull, he lowered his head for a while, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry for them, I'm sorry for them."

"Uncle." I don't know how to comfort them, this kind of thing is really hard to accept, my uncle has been holding back from seeing them just to protect them and let them live a normal life, but the facts don't change quickly.Uncle's life was indeed miserable.

The uncle lowered his head, his body twitched, and he turned around for a while, thinking he didn't want me to see his tears.After a while, the uncle turned around again, and said with a wry smile: "In this situation, there are no tears left."

I am also very sad, but people cannot be resurrected after death, so we can only look in a good direction.I held my uncle's arm and comforted him silently.Uncle smiled at me reluctantly, and patted my hand, "Susu has really grown up."

"Uncle, I have been looking for you since Zhenzhen's death, but I have never found you, why did you come here?" I looked at the surrounding scenery, "Also, Uncle, why do you have such a big house? "

The uncle sighed, "It's a long story, I'll tell you slowly." As he spoke, he walked forward and reached out to greet me, "Come, come, I'm too busy talking, you're tired from standing, let's Go and sit over there."

"Yeah." I nodded and followed my uncle's pace.I walked to the pavilion not far away and sat down. There was ready-made tea on the table. My uncle poured me a glass of water, "Try it, this is a unique tea in this place. I don't know if you are used to drinking or not."

I smiled at my uncle, "My stomach is very good, I have never been picky eaters, and so is the water." I reached out to take it, "It is really different." The water in the glass was cloudy, and there was a faint sense of saying no I took a sip of the fragrance that came out, it was sweet and refreshing, and it was surprisingly delicious. I couldn't help but opened my eyes wide and nodded to my uncle, and took another big sip. "Well, it's delicious."

"Haha, drink more if it tastes good." The uncle smiled and wanted to pour it for me again.I handed over the cup, "Uncle, I can do it myself, and you can drink too."

"Ah."

"Uncle, what's the name of this tea?" I still stared curiously, taking a few more sips from time to time.

"This is called ink blood."

"Mo Xue?" I looked up at my uncle, and then looked down at the tea in the quilt, "It's not like snow either."

The uncle smiled and shook his head, "Don't say it, don't say it, you probably won't drink it if you say it."

I became even more curious, "Uncle, tell me quickly."

Uncle shook his head resolutely, "Don't say it, it's really... I'm really afraid you won't be able to accept it."

"It's okay, it's okay," I said coquettishly, "Look, I can come to this place, what else can I not accept."

The uncle sighed, "Okay, okay. The blood of this ink blood is not the snow of Baixue, this is the blood of blood." After speaking, he looked at my expression.

I frowned, "Blood of blood? Ink-colored blood? Isn't this red?"

"So it's unique here. As long as it tastes good, don't ask so many questions." The uncle said firmly.

I looked at my uncle and saw that he really didn't say anything, so I had no choice but to swallow my question, "Okay. Then tell me how you have lived these years. And this house. "I looked around again, and it was really big.

The uncle looked at me with a smile, picked up his own cup, took a small sip, then shook the cup and stared at the muddy tea in it, and slowly said, "The reason why I have such a big house , They were all burned for me by the people in the village, and their wish has been fulfilled, so naturally they want to burn more paper for me." The uncle smiled mockingly as he spoke. "After I died, I wanted to live in the underworld, but I didn't want to drink Meng Po soup, and I didn't want to forget everything. I was not reconciled, and because I had obsessions in my heart, I wandered around here casually, and then I didn't know I didn't realize I came to this place." The uncle took another sip.

"There is no need to drink Mengpo soup here, and there are not too many requirements, but there is one thing, which I only learned in the past few days. You need money to come here, and there are basically evil spirits here," said When I got here, my uncle looked at me, "It seems that you are lucky to have found this place."

"No way." I curled my lips, "I was almost sold out before, but Tuntian saved me and helped me find this place, otherwise I don't know what to do."

"Then are you okay, are you injured?" My uncle looked at me nervously and asked.

I shook my head, "It's okay, it's okay, they didn't make things difficult for me, and fortunately Tuntian came in time."

Uncle looked at me a few more times, I smiled at him, and he was relieved, "Then you should really thank him." After a pause, "So you just met?"

I nodded, "Yes." At this moment, I felt the warmth of my lower abdomen, and I couldn't help touching it with my hands curiously, and continued, "But I think, since he helped me, he shouldn't be a bad person, right? I don’t have anything, what is he planning?”

Uncle looked at me helplessly, "You," he opened his mouth again, but still didn't say anything.

The water in the glass bottomed out after a few sips, I poured myself a glass, and filled it up for my uncle by the way, "Uncle, you have been hesitant to talk since you saw Tuntian just now, what do you want to say?" what?"

"I..." Uncle frowned, "Forget it, I told you how smart you are, you know this is the city of death, right?"

I nodded, "I know."

The uncle continued: "Then do you know who the owner of this city is?"

I shook my head, "I don't know."

Uncle looked at me, "It's also called Tuntian."

My eyes widened in surprise, "Impossible, maybe it's the same name." I took a sip of water and shook my head, it's impossible.

The uncle also pondered, "To be honest, I have been here for so long, and I have only heard that the city lord is called Tuntian, but I have never seen him, even if he is male or female." The uncle took a sip Shaking his head and smiling.

"But" I looked at my uncle, "if the Tuntian in front of me is the same ghost as the city lord Tuntian, then why did he save me? Is there a purpose?" I shook my head as I spoke, thinking it was impossible, "As the city lord, there's nothing wrong with him. I think what I said to him was just 'draw your sword to help when you see injustice'."

Uncle looked at me, "He really told you that?"

I nodded, "Well, I asked him before, 'I said why did you save me?' Guess what he said, he said, 'Isn't it okay to draw your sword to help when you see injustice?'" Thinking of the previous scene, I couldn't help laughing I got up, "I didn't know how powerful he was when I saw him before. He is really human, not a ghost but a face."

Uncle nodded, "You just need to know something in your own mind. Protecting yourself is the key."

"Don't worry, uncle, I will." I nodded solemnly again.

(End of this chapter)