The beautiful bride in a scarlet wedding dress sat upright on the altar, her slender and sharp red nails hanging quietly on her knees, her eyes were dull and her head was slightly lowered, and the portrait next to her was still placed as before, nothing unusual.

Xia Lingge let go of one end of the rope, took the candle flame handed by Si Cheng, and the two began to study around the altar. The intricacies of Latin are scribbled, and the layers seem to have no thoughts.

"What are you looking at?"

Shen Yu's hands were tied, and he could only stand quietly and watch them go about their work.

Neither Xia Lingge nor Si Cheng answered him, Xia Lingge turned around and looked at the portrait painting hanging on the wall, if it was said that the paintings were all Kloster ancestors, would there be any clues.

She thought she was going to reach out and pluck the paintings.

"Eh, what are you doing?!"

Si Cheng suddenly shouted.

Xia Lingge turned his head and saw Shen Yu stepping on the edge of the altar and slowly climbing up, while Si Cheng frowned and said, "This ghost bride is not easy to mess with, you come back quickly." ”

"I'm just curious."

Shen Yu climbed to the steps one level lower than the ghost bride, looked up at the woman with bright red gauze, his gaze slowly slid from her face to her stomach and gradually fell onto her stomach, "Bulging, can't ......"

"Shen Yu, don't mess around."

Seeing that Shen Yu was about to stretch his fingertips to the bride's abdomen, Xia Lingge stopped it, but it was too late, Shen Yu was only an inch closer to the ghost bride, and the bride who was sitting tall suddenly raised her head and showed him black pupils without any white benevolence, and her sharp nails stabbed directly into his throat, Shen Yu subconsciously retreated to avoid her, and actually fell off the altar.

"I owe it."

Xia Lingge couldn't help but complain.

Shen Yu rubbed his stunned head, raised his eyes to look at the ghost bride, the sleeping bride had been awakened, revealing a hideous face like a trapped beast in a cage.

"Kloster...... Clan...... Dead ......"

He lunged at them.

Xia Lingge and Si Cheng ran away, and they didn't even exchange glances with each other.

"Huh! No, you ......."

Shen Yu, who fell, used his elbows and knees to prop up his body, but before he could take two steps, he was directly pounced on the ground by the ghost bride behind him.

"Kill ......"

The rich cold air made Shen Yu shiver unconsciously, and he raised his head with difficulty to see Xia Lingge and Si Cheng hiding behind the corner of the stairs and poking their heads to look at him.

"You two, mean ......"

"Kill ......"

The ghost bride grabbed him by the throat and raised her other hand high to expose her sharp nails and stabbed him in the chest.

Si Cheng lowered his eyelashes, while Xia Lingge poked his head out even more.

'Whew-'

A cold black wind suddenly swept over and hit the ghost bride, who screamed and fell to the altar built behind.

Xia Lingge's eyes widened slightly, those black winds were gradually formed by the interweaving of black silk threads, and the source of the silk threads was the portrait paintings hanging on the walls. The black lines that smeared the human face were constantly wriggling as if they were alive.

"Don't...... Hurt him! ”

The dull voice was like a ghast from hell, and the ghost bride screamed like a madman when she heard the voice, and the voice was so terrible that she waved her hands to tear the black threads that wrapped around her, but the more she tore, the tighter it wound her.

A short time later, a huge black cicada chrysalis appeared in front of them.

The ghost bride seemed to be restrained, and the black lines seemed to be still.

"Stopped?"

Shen Yu slowly stood up, looked at the black cicada chrysalis in front of him, stretched out his fingertips and poked: "Don't move." ”

"I don't have a long memory."

Shen Yu was startled, and when he turned his head, he saw Xia Lingge standing next to him with his elbows and arms.

"Huh." He scoffed, "I thought you'd keep your head down." ”

Xia Lingge looked at the black cicada chrysalis: "Compared to the head shrinking skill of Young Master Shen just now, it is still not enough to worry about it." She stared at the intertwined black threads, and then at the blurred portraits, "Why did they save you?" ”

Shen Yu picked off the peaked hat he was wearing: "Naturally, my Yushu is in the wind, and it is charming." Unlike some people, they don't save when they see death. ”

Xia Lingge ignored his stinky beauty, and his gaze swept over the underground altar again, when they provoked the ghost bride for the first time, those figures did not move at all and let the ghost bride torture them.

This second time provoked the ghost bride, but the portrait stopped it, why?

She remembered the hatred of the ghost bride, the doting attitude of Lord Kloster and Mrs. Kloster towards Shen Yu, and even more remembered that before Shen Yu, there was a fourth daughter in the Kloster family who was unknown and unknown.

Her gaze slowly turned to Shen Yu.

"What are you looking at me like that?" Shen Yu took a step back with some vigilance.

Xia Lingge smiled: "It's nothing, I just want to ...... Do an experiment. ”

The dagger held in his right hand suddenly turned around and stabbed into the black cicada chrysalis fiercely, and the black cicada chrysalis seemed to be burned by flames, and the ghost bride who was imprisoned inside roared violently, countless black silk segments fell, and the bright red skirt flew up.

Xia Lingge took advantage of this to push Shen Yu in front of the ghost bride, and before he could say a word of scolding his mother, the treacherous bride rushed to him in an instant, and Shen Yu's eyes suddenly widened.

'Whew——! ’

Those broken black threads swept up again, wrapping around the hand that was grabbing Shen Yu.

"Senpai."

Si Cheng stood beside Xia Lingge and watched this scene: "This is ...... What's going on? ”

Xia Lingge didn't speak, still watching quietly.

Those black lines imprisoned the ghost bride, and the ghost bride's sharp screams shattered those black lines, and when the condensed aura rushed towards Shen Yu again, a sharp thorn suddenly penetrated her abdomen.

The black thorns seemed to carry some kind of determination. The ghost bride trembled her body, and her black pupils were slightly dilated with some unwillingness. Her body fell, and the blue-white flesh dissipated in an instant, leaving behind a skeleton of white bones.

Xia Lingge walked over and gently turned her over, and sure enough, he saw a small bone curled up in her abdomen.

"Senior sister, look at the portrait."

Si Cheng's voice suddenly sounded.

Xia Lingge turned his head to look at the portraits, and saw that the paintings with blurred faces became even more blurry, but the black painted turned white.

All the portraits are crooked, as if they have burned out their last life.

The entire underground altar became silent.

Xia Lingge's eyes turned to Shen Yu, and Shen Yu turned around and swept past her with a soft sigh: "Don't look at me, I won't play with you." ”

But Xia Lingge stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "To play or not to play, it doesn't matter if you say it." ”

Shen Yu's expression was a little gloomy, he stopped and turned to Xia Lingge, his voice was full of sticky coldness: "I said, are you taking yourself too seriously?" ”

(End of chapter)