Ji Shang stumbled backwards, and he was completely unable to breathe.

No matter how desperately he pumped his lungs, no matter how much he opened his mouth, there was not a single air pouring in.

There was nothing in front of him.

Now he is like a fish drowning in water.

Lin Qinghe, who was on the side, scratched his face helplessly, as if he wanted to tear something off.

"Brother Ji, you have human skin on your face, tear it off!"

There was a cry in her tone, now Ji Shang is her only hope, if Ji Shang falls here, then she is destined to not survive.

But what should be done?

She looked at the demon pill in her hand, and just before she was about to fall to the ground, Ji Shang struggled to hold her hand.

Yes, it is true that he cannot breathe, but that does not mean that he will lose his judgment at such times.

The hated marriage girl has not yet appeared, and the only opportunity must not be abused.

Ordinary people can hold their breath for two minutes, and they still have time to figure out a way!

Ji Shang's brain was spinning with unprecedented efficiency, and he hoped that the Great Calamity Ji would give him some hints, but the thing seemed to be ineffective, and there was no movement.

Hate to marry a woman, human skin, martyrdom, negative people, skinning, suffocation.......

Key words flashed through his mind, and he had quickly pieced together a truly complete story.

Therefore, the process of hating a married girl and killing the lover he loves is definitely not as simple as Lu Li understands.

She didn't kill people with a single sword.

It was to hang people upside down, cut their throats and let them bleed like pigs in their boudoir, and then peeled off each other's skins while crying.

In the end, I used this skin to make a wedding dress for myself!

The limit of the sick Jiao, it is estimated that this is it.

But the question is, how can I get rid of the shackles of this human skin?

What to do with things that you can't see or touch?

The first priority is to allow yourself to breathe the air again.

In just a few seconds, Ji Shang conceived and rejected several plans, including using the power of the Avol Divine Bone to make the seeds germinate in his body and produce oxygen.......

He had to admire the strangeness of his thinking.

The feeling of suffocation became more and more intense, and Ji Shang looked intently at the "groom" hanging upside down in front of the bed, and suddenly had a hint of inspiration.

This human skin is alive.

---- that is to say, perhaps, this human skin is the condensation of the soul of the "bridegroom".

But I can't use the funeral umbrella, that will ....... my soul

Wait a minute.

Now the owner of the funeral umbrella is himself!

He immediately struggled to turn over, picked up the funeral umbrella that had fallen to the side, kicked Lin Qinghe away, and lifted the funeral umbrella above his head.

Powerful suction power surged instantly.

But this time, he didn't have any more vision.

This also means that sending a funeral umbrella really jumps over your soul!

Just a few seconds later, Ji Shang took a sharp breath.

It was as if the film on his head had been removed, and the air finally poured in smoothly.

"Brother Ji, the human skin is gone!"

Lin Qinghe, who fell to the ground, shouted in surprise.

Ji Shang's kick just now was not light, but she didn't care about it so much.

After another moment, the funeral umbrella snapped shut, and the push of the catastrophe era immediately appeared.

"Sending a funeral umbrella proves its loyalty, and such a change cannot even be predicted by the hated girl who is hiding in the shadows and plotting."

"It didn't expect that the funeral umbrella that had followed it for hundreds of years would turn to others in such a short period of time, and even break the vicious trap in the ground where it was buried."

"It's a surprising turn---- but what's so puzzling about it?"

"The new owner who sent the funeral umbrella is destined to bury all the ghosts, snakes, and gods......."

Ji Shang gasped a few times, and the feeling of breathing smoothly fascinated him like never before.

"Are you okay, Brother Ji?"

Lin Qinghe quickly stepped forward to help him up, and Ji Shang shook his head, indicating that he was fine.

"Look through this room to see if there are any other anomalies."

For Ji Shang, Lin Qinghe's biggest role now is to act as his radar---- just like the last Lu Li.

It seems that it is urgent to find a way to let yourself see the ghosts and gods, otherwise in the battle, you are really passive everywhere.

Swallowing an eyeball is equivalent to suicide, and not swallowing an eyeball is equivalent to being blind.

I really don't know how the Dust Bone People in history fought against the ghosts and gods in such an epic weakened situation.

"No...... Comb, there's a blood-stained comb on the dresser over there! ”

Ji Shang looked at the dresser next to the bed, and cautiously circled the top of the comb with a funeral umbrella, but found that there was no response.

That's just a regular comb.

Perhaps, it was used by the married girl to comb her hair after skinning.

Looking around again, Ji Shang noticed the side door of this boudoir.

I don't know at what point this door has opened.

And now, new information is emerging.

"The shrewd Dust Bone Man has cracked the trap of hating the boudoir of marrying a girl, and a new path has been opened."

"You have to move forward one step at a time until you get close to where it really buried."

"However, you don't know how long the road ahead is, maybe giving up at this time is the best ending."

"But how could the Mortal Bone Man be willing to stop there?"

"The hated bride girl hiding in the shadows has become more and more crazy, and perhaps soon, it will appear desperately......"

Ji Shang took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it.

He has roughly figured out the logic of the so-called burial of bones.

This is probably the integration of the most critical scenes before hating a girl, and there is a hidden murder in each scene.

Just as the catastrophe Ji reminded me when I was in the passage before, I had to go through all the process of "marrying" the girl I hated before I could really see her.

If you put on a wedding dress, then you should be sitting on the carved bed unconsciously and skinning people at this moment.

It's a pity that he directly burned the wedding dress with a fire.

So, the logic of everything is disrupted.

The only way now is to fight to the end.

At this moment, the hard temper of the rotten man gained the upper hand again, Ji Shang kicked open the side door of the boudoir, and pulled Lin Qinghe into it without hesitation.

What caught his eye was a brightly lit ancestral hall.

In the center of the ancestral hall are countless tablets, and two large red futons are placed below the tablets.

And on the densely packed Taishi chairs on both sides of the ancestral hall, there are one after another, describing the withered old man.

Their faces are covered in dark purple spots.

Undoubtedly, corpse spots.

Before he could continue to observe, among the "corpses" on the Taishi's chair, two old men with red and white paper flowers pinned to their chests stood up stiffly.

Ji Shang recognized that it was the wedding lady.

The two bodies walked up to the futon, standing on either side, their bones creaking.

Then, a hoarse, gloomy but piercing eardrum-piercing voice came from the mouth of the voice on the left:

"The bride and groom ---- in front of the flower hall"

"Invite the bride and groom to the ----"

On the offering table, in front of the tablet of the ancestors, the dense incense candles spontaneously combusted without fire.

The cigarette rose and blew into the noses of the corpses sitting on either side.

The corpses stood up.

At this moment, Ji Shang suddenly understood.

Aren't these tablets dedicated to the corpses sitting here?