His soft smile was beautiful, but it also made me feel a little uneasy.

I stopped talking.

He lowered his head and continued to burn the paper, but he suddenly said next to him after a few burns, "You don't feel anything wrong?" ”

I turned my head to look at him, not sure why he said this suddenly, I muttered softly, "Neurotic." ”

I went back and continued to burn paper, but it didn't take long for me to feel that something was not right, and I felt that the wind was winding around my neck.

Goosebumps were layered on top of each other, as if something was choking my neck behind my back.

And I don't know why, after burning this paper money, I obviously felt that the temperature around me plummeted, and the whole person was like falling into an ice cave.

The yin and yang money that had just turned into ashes also swirled away with the gusts of yin wind, and the flame gradually turned from red to glowing green.

I reached over and found that the flame was cold, there was no temperature, I was afraid that it was my delusion, so I quickly shrank back, "What's the matter, why is it so cold?" ”

I noticed that he was smiling weirdly at me when he said this, and said, "You didn't feel it when you burned the paper?" ”

I was so drunk to hear him say that.

I'm burning paper on my grandmother's grave, and I feel a yarn.

I felt a little furious inside, and then I saw the corner of his eye slanted back.

Then I noticed that the flame of burning paper was flickering, and there were shadows everywhere at once.

My heart was panicked, I stood up in a panic and was about to turn my head, but I didn't expect him to reach out and throw me directly into his arms.

Simple and brutal to death.

He also said in an extraordinarily cold voice, "If you don't want to be scared to death, close your eyes." ”

Damn, what else is behind me because of my feelings!?

But can this action be a little gentle, it's just like picking wool, it's really drunk.

And when I bumped into him, I felt cold, but also a very chic smell, and there was a very slight fragrance on his body.

A crisp scent emanated from him, wisps of which penetrated into my nostrils.

I haven't talked about a boyfriend, but it doesn't mean that I don't want to talk about a romantic relationship, to be honest, his appearance is completely in line with the other half of my heart, being hugged by this person, just like the male protagonist in an idol drama who is domineering and spoiled by the female protagonist.

I was still a little bit nervous, and I felt quite happy at first, and my heartbeat was a little faster, but he held my head with his hand, and my face was buried deep in his chest, and I felt unhappy after a long time.

Is he going to suffocate me!?

I struggled a few times, whining and shouting, stretching out my head and scolding in a low voice, "Don't you have to breathe, I'm about to be covered to death by you!" ”

After saying that, he seemed to think of this suddenly, and then his hand loosened a little, and I stuck my head out and let out a few breaths, my face was a little red, and I looked up and glared at him angrily.

I noticed that he turned his face and stared at my back, this time I turned my head directly to the side to look, and after looking at it, I felt a spirit in my head, and I almost fainted from being frightened.

I was surrounded by a dense crowd of figures, some half-pulling their heads, some dragging a broken leg and slowly crawling towards me.

Next to me was a blue-faced old lady with a face full of folds and dark eyes, and at this time, she was staring at the yin-yang paper in my hand.

What was still being said on her crumpled lips was something I couldn't understand.

I softened a little, but after half a minute of silence I screamed in fear, "Oh my god, this is a ghost!"