Ning Fei felt that his body was very light, as if he was floating in the air. He dimly felt that his body was being gently touched, and the faint touch had a different taste.

Where is this?

He was weak and a little groggy in his head.

"Wake up!" Ning Fei felt someone shaking his body, and he woke up from his coma, his consciousness gradually returning.

His eyes began to clear from a thick fog-like haze, and he was sitting in a chair, conscious but still unable to move.

Where am I? Ning Fei looked around, it was an empty room, and there was nothing but the ornament of a cross hanging on the wall.

He noticed that his clothes had been changed, and he had changed into a brand new white dress, which was particularly delicate, and he wore it just right. In addition, there is a faint fragrance on his body, which should have just taken a bath.

He was about to say something, when two white-clothed disciples came in, picked him up from the left and the right, and carried him out of the room.

What do they want to do?

Ning Fei suddenly fell into a panic, he felt that everything had become so weird.

He walked out the door and found a church outside. On the steps, a priest dressed in black was holding a Bible and praying quietly, and more than 20 benches on both sides of the corridor were filled with white-clothed believers.

Ning Fei looked at all this, and always felt that he had never seen such a scene before.

Then, the door on the other side of the hallway opened. The other was also carried out by two white-clothed cultists.

Ning Fei gasped.

This is a beautiful Western girl, shoulder-length blonde hair delicately coiled on the top of her head, tender and delicate face, bright red lips, delicate nose, with her ice muscle skin, bright and beautiful appearance, there is a charm that tempts all beings. What's even more amazing is that she is wearing a white wedding dress, which is as beautiful as a fairy.

The only thing missing is that this girl has her eyes closed, without a trace of life.

She's a dead man.

Ning Fei felt that this girl was very familiar, he thought about it, and suddenly realized that this girl was one of the girls he had first come to this world and was hidden in the basement!

Why is she here? Why did she die? What exactly happened.

Ning Fei was shocked, he was looking at the scene around him, obviously understanding something.

This seems to be the scene of a wedding, and the protagonists of the wedding seem to be themselves and this dead girl?

Is this a secret marriage?

Ning Fei remembered the story of the secret marriage that he had heard in his hometown when he was alive, but he didn't expect that he would encounter such a bizarre thing one day.

The two men were placed on the priest's left and right, standing facing each other. The girl was so beautiful, but Ning Fei didn't have any thoughts of appreciating it.

She was a dead man after all.

"Da, da, da......"

There was a sound of footsteps in the quiet church, and Ning Fei saw an old man standing up on the first row of benches under the steps, walking up the steps step by step.

This person is the only white-clothed bishop in Fenglin Town-Fu Fengyu.

Ning Fei's eyes widened in horror, this old man did not have the kindness and kindness that he had when he appeared on the execution table yesterday, his face was gloomy, his face was expressionless, and a terrifying aura emanated from his body, and everyone who approached him felt a little difficult to breathe.

Fu Fengyu stood next to Ning Fei and stared at Ning Fei as if he were looking at a dead man.

Ning Fei was a little furious when he was stared at, but he didn't dare to show any dissatisfaction. This kind-looking man has such a terrible side.

Fu Fengyu turned his head to look at the dead beautiful girl again, and his eyes became extremely sad.

He remembered yesterday's quarrel.

"Dad, I beg you, let him go, he is a down-and-out nobleman, even if he joins a cult, he is bewitched by others, he is definitely not such a person." The girl knelt on the ground, her eyes full of pleading.

"You, you ......" Fu Fengyu was angry, "he will definitely die tonight, I must send him to the stake!" You actually fell in love with a cult person, I don't have a daughter like you! ”

"Dad, I beg you, I really love him." The girl hugged Fu Fengyu's calf, her eyes were hazy with tears, "Don't kill him, I'm willing to do whatever you let me do in the future." ”

Fu Fengyu was heartbroken, Ning Fei came to Fenglin Town a few months ago, and easily won the girl's heart with his good appearance and extraordinary talent, but in fact, his target was the girl's hands and legs.

The legs of a noble maiden, the hands of a young priestess, these two conditions of the maiden are qualified, and what could be better than killing two birds with one stone.

Fu Fengyu also liked Ning Fei at that time, but who would have thought that a report from Director William a few days ago made him fall into an ice cave. And on the same day, his daughter also disappeared.

He was anxious, and although his daughter had not long returned, she was obviously frightened by something, and no matter how much he asked the girl, he would not reveal it.

And now, the girl knew that Fu Fengyu ordered the police to exterminate the cult, and even knelt at his feet and begged him to let go of that hateful cultist!

How is this possible.

Fu Fengyu kicked away this girl he loved and protected on weekdays, and said angrily: "If you like a cultist, such a daughter might as well be dead!" With that, he left angrily, leaving only the desperate girl locked in the house.

Later, he regretted it.

When he returned home from the stake, he saw his daughter hanging from her bedroom.

Love and contradictions forced her to death, even the previous Ning Fei would never have thought that this girl loved herself so unforgettable. Even if he is a cultist, even if he wants to kill her.

Fu Fengyu was sad for a long time, and he blamed all this on Ning Fei. He wants to hold a beautiful funeral for his beloved daughter, and he wants to fulfill her greatest wish before her death.

He wanted Ning Fei to accompany him to the funeral.

"Let's get started." Fu Fengyu said in a low voice, his voice a little hoarse and vicissitudes.

"Yes, yes." The priest replied tremblingly, and then began to recite the message.

"Today, we are here to witness the wedding of two couples......

The priest's mouth is like a river, and Ning Fei is like falling into an ice cellar. He felt a little terrifying, and the group of people calmly watched him marry a dead man, all of which was definitely the worst nightmare he had ever had.

After the priest finished his greeting, he waved his hand lightly, and suddenly a chant sounded. Singing from nowhere drifted into the auditorium, sad and gentle, adding to the oppressive atmosphere even more terrifying.

Then, it's the turn of the two parties to ask if they want to. But the bride was a dead man, and the priest was in trouble. I had to turn my head and ask Ning Fei:

"Mr. Ning, are you willing to marry this woman, love her, and be loyal to her, whether she is poor, sick, or even ..... Even...... The earth is desolate. Would you like to? ”

Ning Fei thought to himself that I would like you to be a big-headed ghost, but his body didn't listen to him at all, and he couldn't speak, so he could only let a white-clothed disciple press his head and nodded.

From beginning to end, Fu Fengyu stood by and watched all this quietly.

"Good." The priest breathed a sigh of relief, he turned his head to look at Fu Fengyu, who nodded his head lightly.

The priest clapped his hands, and then, the floor opened like an elevator door, and with a "boom" sound, a marble coffin like crystal slowly rose from the ground, and Ning Fei's face became even more difficult to see.

There is a coffin hidden under this church!

Four white-clothed believers walked up and pushed open the heavy coffin lid made of marble with difficulty, and then the two white-clothed disciples carried the girl into the coffin and slowly made her lie down, putting the girl's two hands on her abdomen. The girl was serene, like a sleeping beauty.

Fu Fengyu came to the side of the coffin, put one hand on the edge of the coffin, and looked at the girl silently, he wanted to see the girl one last time.

Then, he turned around and waved his hand.

The two white-clothed disciples carried Ning Fei into the coffin again, and let Ning Fei lie down and touch the girl face to face.

Ning Fei has the heart to scold his mother, can't he make a double coffin and let the two of them lie down hand in hand?

Ning Fei felt extremely terrifying, he was lying on a cold corpse, and he couldn't move, this feeling was very terrifying.

Then, he felt the white-clad cultists pushing the lid of the coffin hard behind him. The light became less and less, and it wasn't long before there was only darkness inside the coffin.

He was like a corpse, in such a small and cold space, about to be buried forever.

"Boom." He felt the coffin sinking, sinking for a long time, deep underground.

Ning Fei was already covered in a cold sweat, his body slowly gained some sense, and he could move a little, but how much could he move in such an environment. And the coffin lid is made of thick marble, how can he push it open without help?

Buried alive, or buried alive with the corpse.

The authors of fantasy novels don't have such big brains!

The closed and quiet space stimulated Ning Fei's nerves, and he gasped in horror, and at this moment, he felt a little strange.

The body of the girl who was close to him seemed to move, and it was pitch black, but he still heard the slightest sound.

Although he couldn't see it, he could clearly feel that this cold corpse had opened his eyes!

He went into cardiac arrest.