"Matchmaker?"

Lin Wu turned his head to look at this terrible ghost who was adhering to a great obsession, and couldn't help but change his face, what did the matchmaker suddenly do here?

It stands to reason that Yang Wanhui should be able to hold on for another day or two, even if there is an error, it will not be so big.

If it weren't for Yang Wanhui......

Could it be that you are here to find the demon in the mirror?

Lin Wu chuckled in his heart, he knew that he should ask the corpse master, what gender the demon in the mirror was.

For this demon in the mirror, not only does he not have a good feeling, but he only has hatred and disgust, if it is his wife, then he will have to kill his wife again like Xia Bing did.

At this time, Lin Wu suddenly heard a crisp cracking sound, as if something had cracked, and the sound seemed to come from his arms.

The sound of the bronze mirror?

"Piano and Song, forever tie the knot ......"

Before he could do anything, he heard the matchmaker moan, and suddenly floated over like a gust of wind, with red sleeves flying and skirts fluttering.

However, the matchmaker's target is not him, but the rag doll in his hand.

I saw that the matchmaker's white and slender fingers gently brushed the rag doll in his hand, and a small red thread also appeared on the small wrist of the rag doll, to be precise, it should be half, and tied into a red concentric knot on the butl of the rag doll.

"Why did Yang Wanhui soften so quickly?"

Lin Wu couldn't help but be shocked, a little incredulous.

The matchmaker's red thread will leave a strangulation mark on the neck of the matchmaker's object, which will produce a steady stream of pain, until the female ghost is soft, and the strangulation mark will disappear, and then the matchmaker will use half of the red thread to tie a concentric knot on the female ghost's wrist, and tie the other half of the red thread on Lin Wu's wrist, which can be considered a matchmaker's success.

And this time, Yang Wanhui's speed of submission was actually a day or two faster than expected!

Could it be because this time the matchmaker used Xia Bing's half of the red line?

"Death and life are broad, and Zicheng ......"

I only heard a soft groan from the matchmaker, turned her palm, and a silver ring appeared in the bloodless palm, and then she waved her hand, and the silver ring flew to the rag doll and disappeared in an instant.

In the next second, the matchmaker waved her carmine sleeve robe, and disappeared like a bubble.

"Hey, matchmaker, I'm ......"

As soon as Lin Wu reacted, he was about to ask the matchmaker about Shi Qiuhong, but he found that she had disappeared without a trace.

"Forget it, next time......" Lin Wu couldn't help but shake his head helplessly.

Suddenly, he felt that the rag doll in his hand seemed to be struggling, originally the rag doll was caught by him with his chest down, but now it was standing on his palm.

At the same time, a strong smell of gasoline suddenly entered his nose.

"Bear~~!!"

A raging flame suddenly jumped, and the rag doll in his hand burned wantonly as if it had been ignited by gasoline.

Lin Wu was so frightened that he hurriedly threw the rag doll in his hand to the ground next to the stairs.

In an instant, a huge flame had completely enveloped the rag doll, and the astonishing fire almost made Lin Wu think that the house would be burned, and the flame gradually weakened.

Then, an illusory figure emerged from the flames.

She sat on her knees with her hair draped, her hands and feet bound by wire, the dazzling light of fire flowing in her hair, leaping in her eyes, dancing in the corners of her skirt, burning in every corner of her body!

The relentless flames licked every inch of her skin, but instead of damaging her beauty, it gave her a dreamy feeling of a fire elf.

It's just that the flames in her eyes and the flames in her whole body all reveal a sense of pain.

"Yang Wanhui?"

Lin Wu looked at her cautiously, and suddenly became a little stunned.

Just now he put Yang Wanhui in various poses, and tasted the humiliation of being dominated by him, and now she found out that he was the object of the secret marriage that caused her to be tortured, shouldn't she die with him......

“...... Original...... Come...... Be...... You ......"

Yang Wanhui's beautiful eyes danced with a trace of anger, staring at Lin Wu deadly, and said four words word by word.

The ghosts all have intellectual disabilities, and Yang Wanhui's speaking speed is so slow that it is almost the same as Pei Jianing's.

"Ahem, what a coincidence...... Lin Wu shrank back and sneered: "I didn't expect that you are actually my wife......?

"Forced ...... Marriage!" Yang Wanhui gritted her teeth tightly and looked at him hatefully, and the flames in her body burned even more violently.

"Go...... Die...... Let's do it!"

After Yang Wanhui spit out the murderous three words word by word, she stood up from the ground tremblingly, and slowly floated towards Lin Wu, the flames on her body became more and more swollen and violent, as if she was planning to burn Lin Wu, the bastard who put her in various poses and forced her to marry and torture her!

Not only is her appearance 'really enthusiastic', but her temper is also extremely hot!

Lin Wu only felt an amazing scorching heat gradually approaching, and couldn't help shrinking back in fright, and hurriedly said: "Hey, hey, wait a minute, I'm also forced to be helpless! It's not me who asked the matchmaker to find you, you can't blame me!"

And Yang Wanhui still slowly approached, and the flames did not weaken at all.

"Hold the grass! Lao Tzu has helped you for so long, and you will burn me to death if you don't agree with me? Do you have a little conscience?"

Lin Wu gritted his teeth and couldn't help but scold: "Do you think I am willing to marry you? With your stinky temper, who will like you?"

Yang Wanhui's figure was stunned.

Lin Wu was overjoyed in his heart, could it be that his 'head drink' was effective?

The next moment, the flames on Yang Wanhui's body burned even more violently, and she continued to float here, gritting her teeth and saying slowly: "...... Burn...... Yes...... Ash ......"

“......”

The corners of Lin Wu's mouth twitched slightly, and he hurriedly shouted: "Yang Wanhui, if you kill me, how can you seek revenge from the demon in the mirror?"

Yang Wanhui stopped again, a hint of hesitation on her flame-shrouded face.

Seeing this, Lin Wu hurriedly said: "You can't deal with the demon in the mirror, you can only rely on the powerful ghosts around me, but if you kill me, she won't help you, don't you want to take revenge?"

Yang Wanhui stared at Lin Wu unwillingly and resentfully, and after a while, the flames on her body gradually weakened, and she also disappeared in the flames.

When the flames were completely extinguished, the doll lay quietly on the ground, as if nothing had happened.

"Hoo ......"

Lin Wu leaned against the wall a little softly, and couldn't help but let out a long breath.

Then, he felt as if a small foot had been stepped on his right shoulder, and when he looked around, he saw the ragdoll standing on his shoulder.

“...... Go out...... Go ......" Yang Wanhui's harsh voice sounded in her ears.

Dead girl, you still dare to be arrogant, after getting in the car for a while, with Jianing's protection, I will help you unlock more new postures......

Lin Wu secretly scolded himself, suddenly remembered the shattering sound just now, and quickly took out the bag containing the bronze mirror in his arms.

He opened the bag and took out the bronze mirror to see that it was covered with cracks.