Ji Shang collapsed on the ground, Lin Qinghe helped her up again, and she had completely calmed down at this time.

The continuous impact made her deeply aware of the strength of the man in front of her, and also understood her role positioning.

He plays output, and he plays auxiliary to attract firepower.

If the output does not die, the support can live.

"Brother Ji, are you okay?"

Ji Shang shook his head, the huge consumption of the Avor Divine Bone just now made him a little difficult to support for a while, but fortunately, this kind of thing is not the so-called "mana" and "aura", and after a little respite, he recovered a little.

At least there is no problem in action.

"I'm fine, I need to rest for a while, you look around, you must be vigilant."

What he was most worried about was that he hated to marry a girl who suddenly came out to sneak attack when he was weak, if Lin Qinghe couldn't detonate the fox Neidan in time, the two of them estimated that they would have to fold here in one face.

Lin Qinghe nodded when he heard this, and no longer paid attention to Ji Shang, but looked around with wide eyes.

Seeing this scene, Ji Shang secretly said good luck, this Lin Qinghe is quite reliable.

If she is the kind of horror movie heroine who only screams everywhere and doesn't use anything, then she has to be ruthless to get rid of her anyway.

At this time, the catastrophe popped up again.

"The festive wedding hall was completely destroyed by the dust and bones, which almost touched the last bottom line of hating a married girl."

"The dried corpses that fell to the ground are all the ancestors and elders she worshipped since childhood, and the desecration of their remains is intolerable."

"But it is undeniable that when it sees the broken corpses lying all over the place, it actually has a little joy in its heart."

"Maybe it will thank you, the untouchable skeleton."

"In return for you, she will be extra careful when skinning you."

"Now, the door to the last burial ground has been opened."

"You're about to face it head-on......"

At the same time, a secret door hidden behind the tablet in the ancestral hall slammed open, and Ji Shang and Lin Qinghe looked up at the same time and looked at the dark and dreary doorway.

No one knows what's hidden in there.

But, "the last place of burial".

Perhaps, that is the burial place of the hated married girl?

"Have you rested?"

Ji Shang asked.

"Okay---- what about you? No problem, right? ”

Lin Qinghe was a little worried, she was completely aware that the corpses that were blown up by the crops were from Ji Shang's methods, and she also saw the scene of him falling to the ground with her own eyes.

"No problem. This should be the final step, let's go. ”

Ji Shang stood up with his support on the ground, although he was still a little weak, but fortunately, it did not reach the point of "weakness".

Now it seems that he has just experienced a 5km jog, although tired, as long as he squeezes hard, it is no problem to sprint a few more times.

The two walked towards the door one after the other, Ji Shang turned on his mobile phone in advance, and the already not bright light seemed to be swallowed up by darkness, and it couldn't even be illuminated by the distance of two meters in front of him.

But even so, Ji Shang clearly felt the abnormality of the world behind the door.

They are now, it seems, to be outdoors.

A gust of wind blew in the face, bringing with it the dull and damp bitterness characteristic of the graveyard.

And in this bitter taste, there is a faint mixture of the fragrance of some incense candles after burning.

Ji Shang walked cautiously at every step, for fear of accidentally stepping into some rotten tomb.

Lin Qinghe on the side shivered, not because of fear at this time, but because she was really cold.

The temperature around them was constantly dropping, and in just a few steps, the breath of the two of them condensed into white gas.

"Brother Ji, it's so cold!"

"Yes, it's a pity that the gas is gone. Can you see anything? ”

Ji Shang tightened his coat and vigilantly observed the surrounding environment.

"No...... I can't see anything---- no, there's something! ”

Lin Qinghe's voice raised a few points, but it was still suppressed to the extent that only the two of them could hear it.

"What's that?"

Ji Shang subconsciously clenched the funeral umbrella in his hand, but soon, he saw the "thing" that Lin Qinghe said.

A long, send-off procession.

Or rather, the funeral procession.

The sedan chair man in festive red clothes has a thick powder on his face, a harsh blush on his cheeks, and a lip-biting makeup on his lips like a court maid in the Tang Dynasty, and his expression is a stiff and jerky smile.

In front of the sedan chair man, there were several musicians who were beating gongs and drums, but the strange thing was that no matter how they struck the gong, no trace of sound reached Ji Shang's ears.

Everything looks so gloomy and weird, but what's even weirder is that those sedan chair drivers are not carrying sedan chairs on their shoulders.

Rather, it was a blood-red coffin.

The procession walked slowly along the dark road in the distance, and some people in the procession kept throwing out white paper money, and the paper money fell on the coffin lid one after another.

The distance is getting closer and closer, and Ji Shang has already opened the funeral umbrella.

In that coffin, will it be a hated marriage?

If its family would make all the dead into dried corpses, then why would it be "married" in a coffin?

"Brother Ji, what should I do?"

Lin Qinghe asked in a low voice.

Her hand was tightly gripping the fox demon pill, and when she waited for Ji Shang to give an order, she would smash the demon pill and ask the question that she had thought about a long time ago.

“...... Keep your eyes open and try not to blink! ”

Ji Shang didn't know which horror movie he had seen it, and when he encountered such a funeral procession, he must not open his eyes to see it, because if he saw it, he would take away his soul.

But now, the situation is completely different.

Not only do they have to look, but they also want to discover as much as possible the hated girl who is hiding in the shadows and is watching.

"I understand!"

Lin Qinghe nodded solemnly, she knew the meaning of the stone in her hand.

That's the biggest hole card that the two can escape.

Ji Shang pulled Lin Qinghe behind him, stepped into the middle of the road with a funeral umbrella in his hand, faced the family sending team, and threw the funeral umbrella high.

The funeral umbrella swirled in the air, but it did not catch the movement of the soul at all.

It seems that this team of monsters carrying coffins to send relatives are also not ghosts.

The first musician had already passed by Ji Shang's side, and his mind moved, and he subconsciously stretched out his foot, as if he wanted to trip the other party.

But the man's body went straight through.

Hallucination.

Ji Shang was alarmed, and he subconsciously wanted to retreat, but it seemed that it was too late.

At this moment, the gongs and drums were noisy, and the suona sounded in unison.

His spirit was in a trance, everything in front of him was rapidly dimming, and the light of his mobile phone was completely swallowed.

By the time the light came back on, he was no longer there.

The cramped space, the sweet and rotten atmosphere, and the cold and stiff touch under him......

He turned his phone around, and a pale face appeared in front of him.

The phoenix crown is like a veil, and the lips are like Danzhu.

There was no sparkle in his dark eyes.

But these eyes were staring at him tightly, as if they were about to pierce into the depths of his soul.

The message of the Great Disaster resurfaced in front of me.

"The dusty bone man who was overlooked for a while finally fell into the trap of hating the girl who married, and at this time her beautiful face was close at hand."

"The hard bronze coffin binds you and robs you of all hope of escape."

"Maybe you really shouldn't have it off, at least then you'll get a more decent funeral."

"But now, it's too late."

"You will be buried with it in the grave, suffocating in despair."

"Or maybe you don't actually die of suffocation."

"Who can say that the woman who hates marriage is dead?"

Ji Shang's hair stood up, and at this moment, a cold breath blew on his face......