Horror Recovery: Drunk SS-level Ghost Bride at the beginning

One person and one ghost have warm eyes and deep affection through the red hijab.

The two were in love with each other, and the ghost bride replied shyly, wanting to refuse but still winning.

Adulterer and adulterer, gangsters, chicken crowing and dog robbers, ghost knights...

Several people outside the window tried their best to describe this scene, and looked at the fresh prairie green on Master Bai's head with sympathetic eyes.

Poor old master Bai was lying on the ground.

Lucky but unlucky to witness his bride making out with another man.

Gao Qian clenched her fists, her mind agitated.

She thought that advanced players were just like that, but it took a little longer to enter the game and they had more tricks and tricks.

Give her time to develop.

She, Gao Qian, can also take her place.

However, Su Bei taught her a priceless lesson today.

For a real advanced player, the biggest advantage lies in mentality.

There must be determination to meet ghosts.

Ordinary people would be scared to pee when they saw a ghost, but Su Bei was about to kiss him.

No wonder those ghosts were so affectionate to Subei before.

This is taking him as his own!

At this moment, Su Bei became Gao Qian's god.

She had reason to believe that Su Bei could definitely lead them through this dungeon.

Inside the house, the situation in Subei was not very good.

The ghost bride may have been a northern girl before her death.

The jug was almost bottomed out, but the ghost bride was not at all drunk.

Moreover, Su Bei thought of a very serious question.

The hijab on the ghost bride's head is obviously translucent.

Why can't she see that she is a counterfeit, and that the real Mr. Bai on the ground is the groom.

Under the light, he saw the ghost bride's red lips outline a curve, and the dimples behind the red veil loomed.

A gust of cold air rushed along Su Bei's tailbone to Tianling Gai.

Su Bei felt that he needed to go to the toilet to calm down now.

Chapter 6 Su Menqing killed Bai Dalang in anger, Master Su married the fourth concubine

"Wo Yi Ci" Er Nong Wo Yi, there are many loves, many places, hot like fire.

Take a piece of clay, twist a me, shape a me, break the two of us together, and mix them with water.

Twist another me, and shape another me.There is you in my mud, and there is me in your mud.

I was born in the same quilt, and died in the same coffin!

The third aunt once woke up in the middle of the night and heard Master Bai singing this song with his eyes closed.

Immediately frightened into a cold sweat.

Even after that, she was no longer willing to share the bed with Master Bai.

According to the third aunt's inquiry, this sentence is a prayer to offer sacrifices to the God of Joy.

Kill one of the husband and wife, and then you can draw power from the dead one.

It reminds me of Master Bai's first four wives.

The truth of the matter is about to come out.

Every wedding night, Lord Bai would kill the bride and offer sacrifices to the God of Joy in exchange for power.

And the Ghost Bride is her fifth sacrificial object!

The reason why the couple who entered this dungeon could not survive the wedding night was because Master Bai summoned the God of Joy and was affected by the sacrifice.

Everyone outside the window looked at each other after listening to Su Bei's analysis.

If it weren't for the consideration of the ghost bride in the house, the discussion would have started long ago.

"I thought it was the Ghost Bride who was behind the scenes."

"The murderer turned out to be the silver pewter tip of Master Bai."

"What is the origin of this God of Joy? How does it compare to the S-level ghost?"

"That's an existence with the name of a god, and it's SS-level at the beginning."

"Fortunately, Su Bei got Master Bai drunk, otherwise we wouldn't know how to die."

Of course, Su Bei's words were not meant for people outside the window.

He came prepared, in exchange for the ghost bride's trust.

He didn't believe that the ghost bride could remain indifferent after learning that Master Bai wanted to kill him as a sacrifice.

Sure enough, when she saw the page of the third aunt's diary, the ghost bride's body trembled.

The wine in the silver cup spilled a little.

She lowered her head and seemed to be sobbing softly.

After a long time, the ghost bride took out a dagger from under her wedding dress and said softly, "Kill him!"

Su Bei looked at the dagger and took a sharp breath, his pupils trembling.

I only want to be Cao thief, but I don't want to be Ximen Qing!

Gao Qian only felt that the trip was worthwhile.

In just the middle of the night, they had finished reading half of the four great classics.

Incredible ah incredible.

Su Bei sneered, and then said seriously: "After all, madam, this is your husband who has never been married. After a hundred years of cultivation, you can cross the same boat, and you can be a husband and wife for a hundred days."

"...or you should do it yourself."

The ghost bride does not speak, the subtext is very clear.

If you don't take care of him today, I will take care of you two together.

Su Bei reluctantly took the dagger.

[You get the "Dagger Contaminated with the God of Joy"]

[Hint: This is a plain-looking dagger that can cause damage to ghosts.Certain beings may be afraid of the aura on the dagger and can bring out a copy. 】

Su Bei's eyes lit up.

Anything that can bring out a copy is a good thing.

It's a c-level trick at the beginning.

Most of the trick weapons are contaminated with the power of ghosts, and some are parasites of ghosts.

Most of them have mysterious and unpredictable powers.

And it is the player's main means of killing ghosts.

In the real world, the most rubbish tricks are more than [-].

Many players have gone through several dungeons and never got the trick.

Regarding this point, Gao Qian who opened the window burst into tears.

She has the most say!

Su Bei let out a sigh of relief, and carefully wiped the dagger with his sleeve.

Shiny silver.

To tell you the truth, this dagger is destined for him.

"This is my ancestral dagger. It has been lost for many years. I finally found my ancestors today!"

"Ghost bride, don't worry, I'll take care of your affairs quickly."

Su Bei looked at the drunk and immobile Master Bai lying on the ground.

He raised the dagger high and stabbed it down.

Then came a few more knives to ensure that Master Bai left clearly.

There were tears in Su Bei's eyes.

Master Bai gave money and career points, and even gave himself a trick weapon before he died.

I almost sent my wife away.

Master Bai is such a good man!

I just hope that Master Bai doesn't have a brother who fights tigers.

Master Bai, who was stabbed several times, trembled and almost swallowed his last breath.

In the end, the corpse did not wake up.

The corpse turned into a pool of mud.

Su Bei stepped forward to uncover the ghost bride's hijab.

Complete the last procedure of the wedding.

This dungeon...it's time to end.

"Clang clang ~"

"It's midnight, watch out for candles."

In the new house, the candles burn out.

Darkness obliterates the last ray of light.

The cock crowed at five o'clock, and Su Bei was awakened by the crowing of the rooster. He was so thirsty that he wanted to get up and check.

A hand stretched out from the quilt and grabbed Su Bei.

A cat-like lazy voice sounded, "Sanggong, it's not yet dawn, go on to sleep."

Su Bei held the hand back and rubbed the catkin gently.

He knew the owner of this hand very well.

This is my newly married fourth concubine, just like Shui.

It's just too clingy.

But Fourth Aunt was right.

I, Master Su, have worked hard for most of my life, so what's wrong with sleeping late.

A string of silver bell-like laughter sounded from the quilt.

Chapter 7 Someone Cleaned Her Up and Sent Her to My Room

My name is Gao Xi.

It is the player who has cleared three copies of the horror game.

This time I entered the [Bloody Wedding] instance with S-level difficulty.

Veteran players have a death rate close to 90%, while newcomers... have never stepped out of this instance.

Thinking of this, Gao Qian turned her head and looked at her dozen or so companions sympathetically.

These ten people may never leave here.