A Genius and a God Fell In Love

Qian Xia said coldly: "Then go away and don't interfere with Nangong."

He Yu whispered: "Swallow, come here, let's not affect the two girls after the two of us are not useful."

Qian Xia gave him a cold look and turned around.

He Yu:? ? ?

What did he do again? Did he do nothing? !

Nangongnan walked to the door of the old lady's room, without knocking, she raised her hand and pushed.

"Wow!" The door opened with a sound.

A biting rush came head-on, a buzzing inaudible sound came from my ears, and the overwhelming darkness and gloom was like a big hand hidden in the dark, pulling her into the room.

At the same time, Nangongnan also saw the scene inside the house.

The players slumped to the ground, closing their eyes motionless, not knowing if they were dizzy or dead.

The remaining few are working very hard.

Those who clean the table, those who sweep the floor, those who make the bed, and those who sit at the round table and sew clothes.

Everyone's face is very weird, with fear, fear, anger, and humiliation.

"What's wrong? What's the situation inside?"

He Yu couldn't help but walked over, and based on his height, he could easily see the scene inside the house.

"I go."

He exclaimed in a low voice, "What are you doing? How did the supernatural movie become a cleanup."

The players in the room were delighted when they saw them, and finally saw the expression of a savior.

Their expressions converged from complex and changeable to one expression, that is, longing for them to come in and save them.

Although anxious, no one said anything, and no one dared to let go of their work.

They seem to be afraid of something and can only express it with facial expressions.

The man in the shirt sewing clothes has been pierced several times with needles, and his left hand is full of needle holes.

His angry teeth almost shattered, but he did not dare to let go of his work, nor did he dare to vent his curse.

He could only swallow his anger into his stomach abruptly.

Nangongnan glanced away and walked in.

Then Qian Xia who followed with a "boom" instinctively.

He swept the floor and threw the broom, the table cleaner threw the rag...All the players, including those lying on the ground pretending to be dizzy, ran out of the door.

It seemed that the ghosts broke through the gate of Fengdu and rushed to the world.

Before Qian Xia stepped in, she was swept out by the windy players.

"..."

The chaos ended in an instant, and the door closed with a bang.

Qian Xia's face changed slightly, and she stepped forward and kicked the door fiercely. The door was like a copper wall and iron wall, and she didn't move a kick.

"Nangong!"

She shouted anxiously, "Nangong, how are you?"

He Yu also panicked, and banged the door with her, but it was useless after a long time.

I couldn't hear any sound, as if there was an invisible wall completely separating the inside and outside of the door.

Qian Xia turned her head abruptly. Most of the players had already run away. She stepped forward and grabbed the old man who had collapsed on the ground and gasped and asked, "What's the matter, say it!"

The old man held up his reading glasses, "The young man is impulsive, and the old man is almost out of breath."

Qian Xia let go, her expression still cold, "Say, what's going on?"

The old man gasped and said, "The old lady asked us to work for her. She said that unless someone walks into this room before dawn, otherwise we will be her slaves forever."

Qian Xia's face changed slightly, and this girl who had always been calm and cold was so flustered for the first time.

She clenched her fists and asked, "What should I do now? How can I open the room?"

"do not know."

Qian Xia gritted his teeth and slammed his fist on the pillar. The old man shrank his neck in fright and said, "Girl, calm down."

He Yu grabbed her arm and pulled her up.

"Don't worry too much. Nangong is a calm little girl. She just said that she knows her plan."

Qian Xia did not speak, and walked to the door without his hand.

Gritting his teeth, quickly thinking of ways to break the door.

In the room.

When Nangongnan closed the door automatically, she just looked behind her, her expression unchanged.

There are two lampholders in the room, so it is not dark.

She habitually went to see the gods around her and found that he was not there.

But she could feel the breath on his body, so he did not leave, maybe he was invisible or he was outside the door.

Nangongnan retracted his thoughts and focused on the present.

The room is gloomy and cold, and the shadows of all objects are like mutated ghosts, large or small, waiting for opportunities.

There was an empty and humming sound in the ears, like the groaning of a hundred ghosts.

He can't hear clearly, but it makes people stand up.

Nangongnan looked at the shadows, and gradually there seemed to be hallucinations in front of her eyes, because the shadows moved.

Distorted, converged and expanded.

A woman with long hair and fluttering hair was formed.

The woman spreads and grows from the ground, just like the extension of the vine climbing the big tree, continuously extending...

Until the whole house is covered.

The groan of the ghost gradually became clear, and Nangongnan was dizzy due to the noise, and she suddenly supported the round table.

She didn't want to be pierced by the slender needle and plunged into the palm of her hand. She hissed in pain and her head became clearer.

Nangongnan pulled out the needle, and the drop of blood followed closely. She picked up the clothes on the table and pressed it on to stop the bleeding.

At that moment, the gloomy atmosphere in the room grew wildly, and the screams of ghosts became sharp.

She seemed to be angry that she even took her clothes to stop her bleeding.

Nangongnan remained unmoved, sat down in the chair, and looked at the silk gown over and over.

The embroidered pattern above is purely handmade, very exquisite, the fabric is smooth and soft, and it is the finest silk.

"lay down!"

The sharp ghost calls finally formed the human words.

Sure enough, any creature can't be stimulated, because it will stimulate the potential.

Nangongnan threw the silk on the table and said, "What do you want?"

The ghost is stunned.

The anger quickly faded, it calmed down, and then questioned: "Are you not a human?"

"You are not human."

"Then why are you different from them."

"Where is it different?"

"You didn't scream, how can you not be afraid, I can crush you with one hand."

It laughed gloomily and asked if you were afraid.

Nangongnan: "I'm really not afraid, because you don't have hands, you are just a shadow."

There was a sharp cool breeze blowing in the ears, like a ghost lying on his shoulders and blowing yin air into the ears of people.

"Little girl, look back and see if I have any hands~"

The ghostly voice in the ghost is chilly, as if staying in the cold **** all the year round, with the cold of the sky.

Nangong turned his head blankly south.

Faced with a magnified grimace.

With a pale face, dark blue eyes, and the folds on her face resembling dry tree bark, she grinned with a grin.

It's a pity that I have no teeth and bad breath.

The girl frowned in disgust, "Stay away, it's ugly and smelly."

old lady:"……"