Tang Tang put her plain hand on top of her white hand, and followed her movements into the sedan chair.
The four porters grinned, revealing their white teeth, mung bean-sized eyes flashed coldly, and let out a strange laugh.
"Pick up the bride~" The four sharp voices dragged on, accompanied by cold laughter.
Sitting inside, Tang Tang felt that when the sedan chair was lifted up, the wind and sand were raging all around, and her red hijab was almost blown away.
Tang Tang quickly grabbed it with his hands.
I don't know how long it took, the sedan chair finally stopped, and a person came forward with a deep and elegant voice, "Ma'am."
Tang Tang was overjoyed and smiled, "Husband."
"So cute." Ye Ming was dressed in red today, pretending to be a groom.
The black hair that was scattered on weekdays is neatly tied up today, if it weren't for that face as pale as snow, lips as bloody, and abnormally cold.
Definitely called Yushu Zhilan, romantic and suave.
A bitter cold wind blew, and Tang Tang's red hijab was blown off, revealing a small face that looked like a white wall.
"Ma'am, you are so beautiful today." Ye Ming's eyes were lingering, almost drowning Tang Tang in this tenderness.
"Husband, you look good today too." Tang Tang blushed, pursed her lips and smiled.
Under the cold moonlight, Tang Tang spoke and moved alone at the door of the old house, and then floated into the old house.
Third Uncle Jian and Daoist Bai who were hiding in the dark felt chills even after seeing so many ghosts.
"This girl is a little strange." Bai Daochang frowned slightly.
"I'm afraid she is no longer human." Uncle Jian said in a deep voice.
Zhao Miaomiao hid behind them, took out a candy from his pocket, opened it and stuffed it into his mouth.
In such a quiet and strange environment, the slightest movement can attract the attention of Uncle Jian and Daoist Bai.
Both of them looked back at the same time, only to see that Zhao Miaomiao's bulging cheeks looked like a hamster, and she was about to stuff the packaging bag back into her pocket.
"What to eat?" Daoist Bai asked amusedly.
"Sugar," Zhao Miaomiao parted her red lips slightly, lowered her eyebrows and glanced at the packaging bag in her hand, "Aren't you going to fight hard later? Eat something to replenish your energy."
"That makes sense, give me some." Daoist Bai touched his chin, his eyes lit up.
Zhao Miaomiao reached out and took out of his pocket, finally squeezed out a small candy, and put it in Daoist Bai's hand.
"Why are you so stingy? Only one." Bai Daochang stretched his hand forward, and said dissatisfied.
"Damn it, are you here to eat candy or to fight ghosts!" The third uncle Jian couldn't bear it any longer, he strangled Bai Daozhang's neck and fell forward, grabbed the candy from his hand and put it in his mouth Throw it in.
"I'll let you eat!" Third Uncle Jian was angrily.
Daoist Bai looked at his hands, and then at Third Uncle Jian's mouth, and there seemed to be some aggrieved eyes.
"Let's go." Zhao Miaomiao reminded.
Third Uncle Jian and Daoist Bai straightened their faces, and each cast a spell to seal the breath of life in their bodies, and sealed it for Zhao Miaomiao along the way.
The three of them came out of the grass, their footsteps moved slightly, and they went to the old house.
Daoist Bai gave Zhao Miaomiao a white porcelain bottle to collect the kid behind him.
The three of them came all the way without encountering a single ghost. They headed for the place with the heaviest cloudiness.
Third Uncle Jian gently opened the window to look inside, and took a deep breath.
There were a dozen or so ghosts inside, all of them extremely ugly, some with their tongues on the ground, some covered in blood, and some with their heads hanging weirdly on one side.
And Tang Tang in the middle is worshiping Ye Ming. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com