The sedan chairwoman in front said, "Miss, the smoke on his face is too strong and he looks down on the road."

"Stop, do what to do? Don't stop, keep moving forward!" Su Caoming shouted loudly. He also noticed the situation outside and spat: "Bah, bad luck!"

Generally, people who do funerals like this need to be avoided.

Several sedan chairmen had no choice but to walk forward with a tough bullet.

The sound of sorrow outside was very far away, and the heart-wrenching cry of the woman made people cry as she heard it. The sedan chair was slightly shaking and walked forward. Xie Zhiming sat in the sedan chair and began to close his eyes and rest.

Gradually, Xie Zhiming felt something was wrong with the crying, but something was wrong, and he couldn't say it. He believed in his own consciousness very much.

Soon the crying sounded closer and closer, the voice was miserable and sharp, as if calling a name. Xie Zhiming pricked up his ear and listened carefully, trying to find out where the slightest thing was.

Gradually, Xie Zhiming felt that the name in a woman's mouth sounded familiar to her...

Suddenly, Xie Zhiming opened his eyes suddenly.

His name was shouted in the bitter cry.

During a sudden shaking, Xie Zhiming opened his eyes and suddenly found that it was pitch black in front of him.

A cold breath wrapped tightly on his body, and suddenly a suffocation surged in his throat, as if he was wrapped around his neck by a cold snake. He felt his consciousness gradually dissipated.

[Dingdong~ Detected that the player's soul is out of the body, please return to the body in fifteen minutes or something. If the time exceeds the time, the player will stay in the dungeon forever.] The system sound suddenly sounded, pulling Xie Zhiming's consciousness back a lot.

When Xie Zhiming heard this, his eyebrows were frowned. His soul was now gone?

He subconsciously raised his hand and touched the surroundings, and found that he was imprisoned in a box.

Outside was the overwhelming sound of suona, which easily covered his beating sound.

With a 'tweet', something seemed to land, and the music outside stopped, only the woman was crying quietly.

Xie Zhiming only heard the woman crying and shouting: "My miserable son, I can't bear to be alone and helpless, so I married you a wife. I hope you won't make trouble after you become a kiss."

When Xie Zhiming heard this, his scalp suddenly became numb. What was he doing!

Xie Zhiming suddenly felt bad.

He slapped the surroundings hard.

In the wilderness, there was a box on the altar. The box suddenly moved, which scared a delicately dressed woman next to her. Her eyes widened and she covered her mouth and forced the tears from the corners of her eyes back.

"Master, what's going on?" the woman asked in horror.

A woman with a black birthmark on her face stood on the altar money. She was the master of the woman's mouth. The woman looked at the black box and said calmly: "Don't panic, it won't move later."

When Xie Zhiming heard this, he was shocked.

Soon he felt the suffocation in his throat getting stronger and stronger, like a line strangling around his neck, slowly tightening.

Xie Zhiming covered his throat, opened his mouth wide and quickly took out the doll from his backpack.

After using the doll, the suffocation suddenly disappeared. Xie Zhiming felt that he had come alive in an instant, and he gasped.

He opened his eyes and found himself standing in front of a grave.

There is an altar in front of the grave. There is a square black box on the altar. There is a black line tied outside the black scepter. This is the box that was just bound by him. Next to the box is a straw doll with a birthday character on it.

The woman with a black birthmark on her face was casting a spell with her eyes closed, but she soon noticed something was wrong. She opened her eyes, frowned between her eyebrows, hesitated for a moment, and continued to recite the spell in her mouth.

Xie Zhiming suddenly felt a cold breath coming from beside him. He suddenly stepped back and turned around to meet a blue-white face.

A thin figure stood in front of him. The owner of this face looked young, probably a teenager with a little baby fat on his face.

But his dark eyes stared at Xie Zhiming tightly, and Xie Zhiming's feet suddenly became cold.

This was the boy saying in a terrifying manner: "Are you my new wife?"

Xie Zhiming: "..."

He just escaped from the box, wouldn't he be so unlucky, right?

"No." Xie Zhiming faced the ghost boy and immediately retorted, afraid of being taken seriously.

“I just passed by.”

Xie Zhiming looked around and found that the surroundings were covered in gray and there was no way to see the road. He was silent for a moment and asked, "Can you please point me a way?"

After Xie Zhiming finished speaking, he planned to retreat, intending to stay away from the ghost boy. He took a look at the countdown in the system, and half of the time has passed.

Time was tight, but just as he was retreating, a pair of pale hands blocked his place.

"I said yes, you are." A trace of stubbornness flashed in the ghost boy's lifeless eyes.

[Hahahaha, is the anchor being cheated?]

[Yeah, I'm numb to my husband's bad peach blossoms, and now even ghosts are starting to steal them.]

[Want to see what will happen to the anchor next?]

[Honey, don't worry about him, go back quickly, there is not much time left.]

...

Xie Zhiming pointed to the black box on the altar expressionlessly: "What about him?"

The moment Xie Zhiming finished speaking, the black box on the altar exploded with a thud. His eyes opened slightly, showing a look of surprise.

At this time, as long as someone looks in, he will see a cotton doll in the box.

"That's all."

The moment the black box exploded, the woman suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

The woman next to her jumped up in fear. She asked in a trembling voice: "Master, is there anything wrong with this?"

"Your son doesn't want to."

"Then...what should I do?" the woman said timidly.

The woman sneered and looked fierce: "What do you think, if your son's resentment has not subsided, your family will be willing to be buried with him? Anyway, there is a debt and a master. When you chose to do that, you didn't think about today."

"Master, Master, just save me. I am willing to add more money. It is not easy for us to have a whole family. My child is just one month old, and Min'er's life is just a bit miserable. When we are not born right, we can't blame us parents." The woman cried and begged.

"How much do you plan to add?" the woman sneered.

The woman looked at the woman who was temporarily adding money, and a trace of resentment flashed in her eyes, but she was helpless at this time. She had lived enough of worrying and fearing. She gritted her teeth and said, "You have as much as you want!"

The woman raised a finger to the woman, and the woman bit her lip and took out a stack of silver notes from her arms: "Master, this is one hundred taels of silver notes. Our Xu family has just gotten up in recent years, and the family is not very rich..."

"Enough, put away your hypocritical words." The woman scolded, and she put the silver notes into her arms and sneered: "It's quite interesting."

Then the woman closed her eyes, she glanced at the tablet and said coldly: "You don't want to do it today, but you have to do it. Since you don't eat it, you can eat it hard."

The woman took out a black rope in her hand, tied a knot and put it on the straw doll's neck, then pinched her hands and started chanting spells. Xie Zhiming saw the boy blocking him, and there was a black rope around his neck instantly. As the rope continued to tighten, the ghost boy's figure was constantly retreating.

The ghost boy's face suddenly became ferocious, and the black air on his body suddenly rose and he fell into a violent state.

Xie Zhiming quickly retreated, afraid of being affected.

At this moment, Xie Zhiming's hand was grabbed. He raised his eyes and looked shocked.

The person who caught him was Zhao Hanshu. Zhao Hanshu said to Xie Zhiming: "Hurry up and follow me."

In an instant, Xie Zhiming appeared a road.

The ghost boy immediately screamed fiercely when he saw Xie Zhiming preparing to leave.

Zhao Hanshu pulled Xie Zhiming and ran forward: "Stay running forward, don't look back."

At this time, Xie Zhiming didn't care about so much, and he didn't have much time now.

He glanced at the system countdown: [00:01:07]

He listened to Zhao Hanshu's words and ran forward quickly. He saw the end of the road and saw a light gate.

However, at this moment, Xie Zhiming felt a cold and cold breath behind him chasing him frantically.

Xie Zhiming dared not look back.

Time is getting less and less, and now only [00:30:09]

However, the light gate was shrinking at this time, and Xie Zhiming ran forward desperately.

Countdown: [00:10:00]

"I will help you." Zhao Hanshu's voice sounded behind him.

Just in the last ten seconds, Xie Zhiming felt a thrust behind him.

3,

2,

1,

The moment the light gate closed, Xie Zhiming passed through the light gate, and his soul returned to his body in an instant.

He felt a trace of pain, opened his eyes instantly, gasped, and felt the violent beating of his heart.

In the hazy state, Xie Zhiming saw a face magnifying infinitely in front of his eyes. He tightened his heart, and his conditioned hands pushed hard, pushing the person pressing in front of him away.

Su Caoming's anxious voice sounded in Xie Zhiming's ears: "Oh, you've finally woken up, but I'm so anxious."
To be continued...