In the secret realm, there is another world on earth, where things seem a little illusory, but they are real. Everything around was cold, gray, and lifeless.

The front is gray, and there is a house at the end lit by stars, looking like the netherworld in the underworld.

Walking towards the place where the lights are lit, it looks like a hall, probably because of the welcome of the new year, the only two dragon and phoenix red candles in the hall are swaying without wind, which is a little festive in the world, and it should be a place for the newlyweds to worship.

The two looked at each other, and were about to walk in, when suddenly a barrier fell out of thin air to block the way, and a Nanmu case immediately appeared in front of the hall, and the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the case were complete.

A figure suddenly flashed out after the case, it was an old woman in a brocade robe with a vicissitudes of life, her face was white and stiff without any expression, and there was a matchmaker mole on the left side of her face. He doesn't look like a human, but he also looks like a ghost, so he should be a happy woman.

After she set up the bookcase, she looked at the two of them with empty eyes, and said in a stiff tone: "The old ghost woman, welcome the two newcomers, and leave the other party's surname here to enter the hall" She stretched out her miserable white hand and led it to the table, and said: "The pen of holding this means that life and death are broad, and the white head is not separated, which is a good sign, please." ”

She was thinking about whether the old woman would make any fraud when she saw Tan Hengshu but had stepped forward, stroked her sleeves, held a pen in one hand, and wrote the correct three-character block letter slowly.

Qian Lingxin raised his eyebrows, and looked closer with curiosity, the handsome strokes were quite stylish, and they were actually the words "Qianlingxin" by Juanxiu. In my heart, I was shocked, and I looked up at the man. I thought that in the eyes of a noble person, he would not care about his own name and surname, and he would only remember the name he gave himself.

Listening to herself, she knew that her pen and ink were not as good as others, and the former was compared to her with a pen in her hand, and she was embarrassed for a long time and didn't have the courage to write that dog-crawling handwriting.

The ghost woman looked at the three words over there and didn't sense any problems, and then looked at her side, and when she saw that people hesitated, she looked at her with suspicion.

There is a contrast that hurts, and Qian Lingxin met the cold gaze of the ghost woman, and couldn't hesitate, so he had to write a thick and heavy 'sandal' word with a stiff and crooked pen.

After writing it, Qian Lingxin couldn't bear to touch his nose, and the ghost woman glanced at the words, her expression was stiff, and there was a rare look of suspicion on her face.

It can be seen that her expression does not seem to be disgusted with the ugly handwriting.

Listening to his heart, he felt that the other party might be impatient, and was about to put down the pen again, when Tan Hengshu walked over beside him, he swept his cold eyes, and he was always rigorous, and he frowned slightly.

After glancing at the ghost woman, he said in a slightly reproachful tone: "Teach you not to practice calligraphy well on weekdays." ”

He stood beside Qianlingxin, raised his hand to cover her hand, and was as gentle and natural as holding a fledgling, so he took her down the pen and wrote slowly on the rice paper.

In this cold place, beside him was the slight body temperature of the man who could be felt through the clothes when he approached, and the unique faint cold sandalwood smell on his body, and the warmth of his palm came from the wrapped hand.

Instinctively, he froze as he shrank his body, and he was a little flustered for a while.

His hand, the palm is warm, the fingers are slightly cool, and the hand is soft to the touch. The person half-in her arms was like a timid and flustered rabbit at this time, and she tilted her head slightly to see the side face that could be painted in front of her eyes.

His own hands are no longer his own hands, with the control of the people around him, holding the pen and walking slowly on the paper, when the third word will be dropped, the second word is actually the word "Jun". His hand is still writing the third word, which is the word "Heng".

The latter two words are in stark contrast to the previous one, and the light listening heart is red, but it is also strange for this unfamiliar word that is deliberately concealed.

After the female ghost saw her full name, the look of doubt on her face disappeared, and she may have guessed what Tan Hengshu was doing.

Obviously, there is also a cat on this piece of rice paper, and when you move the pen, you can measure whether a person has spiritual power to cultivate. And the ghost woman's reaction was so impressed by the surname 'Tan', obviously someone had already been specially told to be vigilant.

Tan Hengshu's move was to conceal his identity and not let the people behind the scenes know about his arrival, and there was obviously a purpose for nominating each other in front of the church. Perhaps the ghost bride is also avoiding those who have a heart or those who cultivate immortals to enter the secret realm, so as to measure the strength of the other party. It's just that this seemingly inconspicuous little trick was seen through by Tan Hengshu, otherwise if it was discovered at this time, the secret realm in front of them would inevitably be closed again, and they would fall short.

Fortunately, they had also hidden their cultivation before, and they looked no different from ordinary people, but they had not dispelled each other's doubts.

Qian Ling thought that since he was doing a play, he had to do enough, glanced at the word 'Jun' on the paper, and smiled at the people next to him: "It's really like a person, third brother, you should usually urge me to practice calligraphy, look, I'm almost embarrassed today." ”

couldn't help but think of the scriptures she had copied at the beginning, and Tan Hengshu said seriously without giving face: "Your words should indeed be practiced." ”

When he didn't hear it, he turned around and patted the table, and shouted to the ghost woman on the side: "What else are you looking at?" Let's get into the hall. ”

I saw that the ghost woman's figure flashed, and she disappeared without a trace with these pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and books.

At this time, the barrier also disappeared, and the lobby in front of me became clear.

When the two walked slowly, Qianling's mind and body suddenly shook violently, and she was almost about to move forward to fight, but Tan Hengshu quickly stretched out her hand to support her.

Tan Hengshu's eyes froze, as if he had discovered that his subordinates had abnormal phenomena, and sure enough, he slowly raised his head, revealing a look that was both familiar and unfamiliar to him.

There was a wry smile on the corner of the person who was supporting him, and he joked at him: "What's the matter, husband, you don't recognize me?" ”

Tan Hengshu's pupils shrank, he withdrew the hand he was supporting, his face turned cold, and he said in an indifferent tone: "You'd better not come out and make trouble at this time!" ”

She felt her body fall, and she entered the familiar little black room again, and immediately knew that Yu Tianqing had occupied her body again.

The person in front of him, the former's eyes are clear and pure, and his smart eyes are full of eccentric intelligence, and the latter's eyes are obviously more fierce and sinister.

Yu Tianqing looked around unscrupulously, tilted his neck as if he had moved his muscles, and smiled and provoked in a shallow voice: "If I want to make trouble, what can you do to me?" ”

Tan Hengshu looked at his eyes, and said with a cold expression: "You can try." ”

Yu Tianqing had a smile on his face, knowing that it would not be beneficial for his current situation to really conflict with him, and besides, he came out in person because he couldn't wait to know the truth in the secret realm, and he didn't really want to argue with him. After thinking for a moment, he smiled again: "Don't be nervous, Benjun is just holding back and trying to come out to breathe." He looked at Tan Hengshu with an indifferent face, stretched his waist, sighed lazily, and said with a light smile: "What do you have to do next, is it to worship the hall or enter the cave room?" I can help. ”

Qianling scolded in a warning voice: "It's really cheeky, stinky and shameless, what bad things do you want to use my body for?" Don't go too far this time! ”

The corners of Yu Tianqing's eyes and eyebrows were full of malicious smiles, obviously not well-intentioned, and he turned a deaf ear to this scolding.

Tan Hengshu's cold face was a little ugly, but he didn't pay attention to him, and just walked straight towards the palace.

Glancing at the high hall in front of them, the candlelight flickered inside, and the two walked to the door, and suddenly two female ghosts who looked like they were about to greet each other.

The two female ghosts had two thick layers of blush powder on their faces, but they were not as dull as the ghost woman just now. A tall and thin man is dressed in green, and a short and fat man is dressed in a red dress, which is like a pair of funeral paper-cut sisters.

The two glanced at the groom's official, and their eyes were locked on that face, and the big eyes of the bean thief lit up.

The next moment, Rudeng's eyes were greedy when he saw a beauty, and the short and fat one smashed his equally infatuated companion with his elbow, and said, "Sister, this groom is so handsome, if he dies in a while, it will belong to me!" ”

The tall and thin one also made no secret of it: "It's really handsome, it's the first time that so many men can have a ...... who looks so handsome" and suddenly replied to the words of his companion just now: "Why is it yours again, the one who died last time has been given to you, and this time I will definitely not follow." ”

Humpty Dumpty said: "That one doesn't count, it's obvious that you didn't want it to give it to me." ”

The tall and thin man pinched her angrily, and said angrily: "The soul has already let you eat it, and you are still not satisfied!" ”

These two people may be the soul eaters who have cultivated here, and they live exclusively on cannibal souls, and at this time, the two of them pinched each other for this. They scuffled together, using a woman's unique trick - scratching their faces, pulling their hair, biting their ears, and scuffling together, and their long green nails scratched on their faces with a black groove, which was very fierce.

Seeing that the two women were actually fighting fiercely over this matter, Yu Tianqing, who was always sleeping, was ignored by countless warm fragrant nephrite and was a little depressed, and he was ignored by the woman, but he couldn't bear it the most, and immediately shouted impatiently: "What are you fighting for?" I just see that he is good-looking, and I am not bad-looking! ”

The two female ghosts almost screwed off each other's heads, and when they heard the words, they realized that there was another person beside them, so they let go of their hands at the same time. only to realize that the bride's appearance is naturally impeccable and beautiful, but the envious eyes of the two are full of jealousy. Humpty Fat's belly straightened, and he crossed his hands on his waist and said in a fierce posture: "You? How do you compare to him? It's okay with us! You're just average-looking. ”

Yu Tianqing's eyes widened, his life was arrogant, he was used to being flattered, and the women who saw him were all obsessed and obsessed, how could he have been judged like this?

As soon as the self-esteem came up, I was a little carried away, and I was above others on weekdays, and I hated to be compared to others, rolled up my sleeves and was angry to come forward to theorize, but my wrist was buckled by the person next to me in time and pulled back.

Tan Heng's writing tone was calm, but the power in his hand imprisoned people and couldn't break free, when he turned his head to look at people, he said with a warning in his eyes: "Don't make trouble." ”