Ghost eyed adorable wife:Hug me,Master Yan!

Night Wan Wan raised his eyes and looked at the wall where song youqiu stood.

The sun penetrated through the gate, but could not reach where he was. The upper part of the human body is hidden in the shadow. At first glance, it seems that there are only legs shaking in front of you. The picture is somehow twisted and torn.

Night wanwan eyes flash, heart a jump, rub a stand up to rush to his side, will drag people over.

Song youqiu was stunned by her extreme reaction. She did not notice for a moment. Her feet were unstable. She staggered and nearly fell.

"What's the matter with you?"

The night is silent.

She held song youqiu's wrist tightly with one hand. Her eyes were dark and hesitant. The other hand reached out and tentatively touched the wall in front of her.

The next moment, the moist feeling from the palm of her hand made her another hand's consciousness tighten.

Song youqiu bowed her head, and there was a bulge in the place where she was dragging. Looking at the green veins on the back of her hand, she could not help tightening her heart, breathing slightly and keeping silent.

Night wanwan fingertips will point on the wall, water vapor suddenly jumped out, suddenly full of eyes, such as early morning sea clouds, dreamlike.

She can't help holding her breath and pulling song youqiu back a step.

In a flash, the fog enveloped them.

They were forced to step back.

"Bang --"

suddenly, what did yewanwan kick his heel.

She didn't have to look down. She knew it was the ghost box.

She closed her eyes and groped under her feet to try to avoid the place where the box was. The lingering mist covered her eyes.

A piece of white.

Song youqiu breathes a little and feels inexplicably that in the next second, a fierce ghost or beast will rush out of the fog and devour them.

For a moment, in the silent space, only two people's shallow breathing sound.

Song youqiu seems to be able to hear his heart beating.

"Be careful!"

Suddenly, night wanwan exclaimed and tugged at him.

Song youqiu's body is unstable, and she suddenly throws it out.

A turn, he only felt a pain on the wrist, can not help but eat pain, shake off the other side's hand. He staggered a few steps, can be able to stabilize his body, but around him only himself.

He unconsciously raised his hand and rubbed his wrist. The red dot on his right wrist reminded him that what he had just felt was not his own illusion.

He collected his mind and looked around. The visual range of the eyes is not more than one meter, just feel like being thrown on an island.

He raised his voice tentatively and called out the name of yewanwan twice. The voice came out and echoed in his ears in the next moment. There was nothing else.

His eyes turned, and he had a general idea in his heart. He also understood the real intention of "no matter where you go, don't leave behind yourself".

He had to admit that his hand had been thrown away by himself.

He took away the confused thoughts in his mind and walked out in a random direction.

After walking for about a minute, he saw a wooden door, the old-fashioned double sliding door.

Song youqiu hesitated for a moment and opened the door.

"Creak" a, fly a little smoke in front of you.

He could not help but sweep the dust, one did not pay attention, choked by the dust, and unconsciously turned his head and coughed twice.

When he looked back and looked at the door, he was surprised to pick his eyebrows.

After the door opened, is an antique room, nose wings gently moving, as if you can smell a faint smell of wood.

He stood at the door and took a look at it. At one glance, he saw a woman sitting in front of the dressing table beside the bed, with a delicate side face, a light hook of red lips, a smile and a smile. His white jade fingers held a wooden comb and counted her hair gently.

Time is quiet.

Song youqiu hesitated for a moment and walked in gently.

"Little..."

"Bang --"

the door behind him slammed shut.

Song youqiu jumps forward in surprise. When he regains his mind, he quickly turns his eyes and looks at the people in the room.

The other side action did not move, even a look did not have the forehead meter to give, as if did not hear the sound at all.

Song youqiu's heart pounded and said, "is it an illusion?"

He hesitated and swayed her hand in front of her.

The other side still didn't respond.

Song's autumn heart was a little flat, probably understood the current situation.

He wandered into an illusion, that is, he didn't know who it was.

He turned his eyes sideways into the brass mirror in front of him.

Fuzzy figure, always feel a bit similar.

Before he thought it out, the man in front of him suddenly stood up.

He was surprised to turn subconsciously and ran to the corner to hide. After looking back, he laughed at himself and looked up at each other.His heart was startled when he saw the familiar features.

"Wanwan

The voice was out of control and cried out.

The other side was indifferent.

He could not help but mutter, wondering what the situation was.

There is no answer for the time being.

He stood in the corner, looking at the girl's face happily looking for clothes, dressing up.

He thought that the other party should go to a beautiful date.

From the point of dress, this is probably the period of the Republic of China.

Before he wanted to understand, his wrists suddenly tightened, and he was suddenly dragged away. He staggered to the other side for a few steps. Before he could stand still, he heard the familiar voice calling his name.

At the same time, he has a sense of returning to reality.

He was slightly stunned, opened his mouth to answer a, stood firm, raised his head and saw night Wan Wan standing in front of him anxiously.

Different costumes, let him can't help shaking God, eyelashes trembling, looking at the people in front of him.

Night Wan Wan looked at his some empty pupil, and his heart sank, calling his name more eagerly.

After a long time, I heard him answer, but his eyes still did not focus.

Night wanwan hesitated for a moment, suddenly forced his hand and pinched him hard.

Song youqiu takes back his eyes.

"Miss, it will hurt."

Night wanwan Leng blink, legs weak tremor, see his relaxed appearance does not seem to be faking, this just a long sigh of relief.

"I'm glad you're OK."

Song youqiu collected his mind, turned his eyes and found that the white fog had disappeared. The box on the ground was opened and the contents were scattered on one side.

It's a book and a piece of iron.

"What happened to me just now?"

"You're in a nightmare."

The warehouse itself is a magic array. The walls are painted with the illusions that people will have. Under the combination of smell and touch, it is easy to be haunted.

Even Wan Wan Wan himself was trapped for a long time. He was even more worried about song youqiu, who had no preparedness.

Song youqiu's eyes skimmed a touch of unknown dark awn, deeply looked at night Wan Wan.

Night Wan Wan Wan couldn't understand the look in his eyes. He stepped back and asked in a deep voice, "what do you see?"

Song youqiu turned his eyes around and slowly said what he saw.

After thinking about something else, do you think about it

Fantasy is born from the heart and formed around the heart.

She does not have a deep intersection with song youqiu, which is not normal at all.

Song youqiu listens and slowly closes his eyes, drawing back his memory not long ago.

The screen plays the clip slowly and smoothes it down frame by frame. There is nothing wrong with it.

But after sorting it out, song youqiu found out the problem.

"It's clearly my illusion. Why is it all you?"

He opened his eyes and looked at the night line. In his eyes, there was a dark surge hidden in his eyes. He took a few steps backward and opened the distance from the people in front of him.

The vigilance in his eyes made his heart sink.

Instead of speaking, she sidled over each other to the box and picked up what had been turned out of the box.

The black notebook is the same as that seen in Chen Qing's place before. As for the other piece of iron, the surface is engraved with some zigzag patterns, which have no special significance for the time being. The ears of wheat under the iron pieces look dated.

Night Wan Wan looked around, but could not think of what it was, so he put it away first.

As for the notebook, only the first page has an address.

A familiar address for the night man.

Yan lie's home.

Around a circle, and finally back to the original place.

She gets up, hands the notes to song youqiu and turns away.

Song youqiu thinks that this will still be in the dreamland. She looks at the night wanwan's action with full vigilance. When she takes the notebook on her body, she jumps back a few steps, which is slightly funny.

Looking back, he saw the other side standing outside the gate, quietly looking at himself.

In the backlight, the night wanwan's eyes seem to be in the luminous, Yingying, heart shaking.

He was stunned. He glanced down at the notebook in his arms. His eyes unconsciously swam to the box on the ground. He hesitated for a moment, but he didn't hold back. He asked, "what can I do with this box?"

Night Wan Wan slant head, also don't want to say: "burn it. Start the fire with the notebook in your hand. "

Song youqiu blinked: "isn't this evidence?"

Night wanwan nodded and looked at him with a critical eyebrow. The expression on his face seemed to be saying "it's evidence, how about it.".

Song youqiu is tired. After looking through the book, he can see the address written on the first page, with a blank space behind it.He rubbed the material of the paper, but in the end he didn't use it to start the fire.

He rummaged all over his body and pulled out two paper towels from his pocket, which he put into his pocket after breakfast.

When he was about to ignite the fire, night wanwan approached him and handed him a piece of purple Rune paper, indicating that when he was burning, he would burn it together.

Song youqiu took it and took a look at the pattern on the rune paper. The curve was winding and could not see what shape it was.

He thought, this should be something to boost combustion?

He turned his lips to himself and pressed the fire.

Fuwen paper and paper towel wrapped, the flame in a flash to the ground of the old high.

He tilted his head back, raised his hand and dropped them into the box.

As soon as the fire wrapped around the box, a strange sound appeared in his ear, as if something had screamed. The next moment, he heard a "bang", and the box in front of him suddenly burst open.

He hastened back two steps. Body squatting, a little unstable, almost fell. When I look back, the box in front of me has become a pile of ashes.