The psychic locked the doors and windows and went to talk back to Ruan Mei.

Ruan Mei was full of suspicion after hearing this, and asked with a frown: "You really didn't cry?" ”

"Yes, madam, the young ladies cried and shouted when they went in before, but this aunt was very quiet."

After listening to the spirit medium's words, Ruan Mei did not show relief, but continued: "I want to see what kind of medicine she sells in her gourd, give me a good look, don't let people run away." ”

"Madam, please rest assured, the doors and windows are locked, and she will not be able to escape even if she has great magical powers."

Hearing this, Ruan Mei nodded slightly.

At that time.

The lights were on in the wedding room, but they were not much brighter than in the courtyard.

What jumped into the eye was still those festive reds.

But the room was getting quieter, and all she could hear was her own breathing and heartbeat.

Xue Ying turned her eyes to look at the inner room, she knew that the person she was thinking about was lying quietly in it at the moment.

Unconsciously, Xue Ying's strength in holding the spiritual position and holding the brocade box increased a little.

After entering the inner room, she carefully placed the spirit seat on the upper seat, subconsciously caressing the name above, and the corners of her mouth pursed slightly.

Turning, she looked at the wooden bed with a red veil.

Because of the dim light, she couldn't immediately see the person on the bed, only vaguely saw a humanoid bulge there, and knew that he was still covered with a gorgeous quilt.

The closer she got to him, the more Xue Ying didn't dare to approach him.

Her timidity was different from that of the women who wept and married in, she just didn't have the courage to face him when he was dying.

She only had to close her eyes slightly, and she could recall the evening of that day.

His eyes were open when he died, and those dilated eyes were full of her shadow and reluctance to her.

Before she knew it, she was at the bedside.

Nalan Moran's appearance at the moment was different from what she imagined, he was no longer round-eyed.

He closed his eyes slightly, and his long, thick eyelashes were distinct.

The bridge of his nose is still high, and his thin lips are still pursed as lightly as before his death, as if he will speak in the next moment.

The gaudy brocade quilt covered his armpits, revealing the upper half of his body, which was a black and red shroud.

He was now placing his hands on his abdomen, looking like he was asleep peacefully.

Xue Ying's gaze gradually moved down, landing on the intersecting hands, his nails were slightly black, and they seemed to be a little longer than before.

She thought it was a normal reaction to the gradual decomposition of corpses, but there was no smell of corpses in the room.

She sat down slowly on the edge of the bed and gently took his hand, which was a pair of cold hands without a trace of warmth, but soft not like a dead man.

"Mo Ran, you're just sleepy, asleep, aren't you?" As she spoke, she leaned her face closer to his hand, "Okay, I'll wait here for you to wake up, and I'll wait for as long as I want." ”

The moment his cheek touched his hand, tears welled up in the tears that he had been holding back for a long time.

Xue Ying suddenly remembered that the spirit medium said that she couldn't miss the hour, so she quickly wiped her eyes, put his hand back in its place, and then opened the brocade box and took out the 'black pearl' inside.

Although Nalan Mo's skin was soft, his teeth were tightly closed, and Xue Ying tried several times, but failed to feed the beads in.

Recalling the sweet moment the two of them had before his death, Xue Ying shed tears and said with a smile: "The old problem has been committed again, is it that I have to feed you in my mouth before you are willing to eat?" ”