Everyone has his own past, and everyone has his own secrets. If a person is lucky enough, he will meet someone who is willing to share everything with him.
Regardless of sadness or joy, even if it is just a trivial matter, it is enough for two people to chat and giggle for a long time.
Han Fei, who had completely lost his memory, saw the past that the man tried so hard to hide. There were no secrets between the two of them, and there was no longer any cover. It was like two pieces of white paper put together to perfectly draw the dream.
All good.
"Is she Xu Qin? I seem to have seen the side of her that I least want people to see."
All the ghosts in the ancestral house have disappeared, but the evil spirit has become several times stronger. Living people cannot live in this place for long. It looks like the home of "ghosts" at first glance.
The terrifying scene in his mind could not be forgotten for a long time. Han Fei walked forward holding the bloody paper figure.
It's strange that even if he didn't remember anything, Han Fei still didn't feel scared after seeing the scary crazy woman. When he looked at the woman, he felt very uncomfortable, but other than that, he had no other emotions.
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Blank wedding invitations were scattered on the floor, shabby red ribbons were hung on the walls, and a plate of wedding candies was placed on the table.
The third floor of this ancestral house has been decorated as a wedding room. The owner of the house has been waiting for someone.
Her wish failed many times, but this time her fate seemed to have been changed.
"Do you think she wants to take advantage of my amnesia to see clearly what kind of person I am?"
Han Fei took off his shirt, took out the prepared pen from his backpack, and drew the symbols and mantras he memorized in the room on the fifth floor on his body.
Despite the gloomy wind, Han Fei felt calm inside. This ghost house seemed to be many times safer than the home of his adoptive parents.
After finishing the painting on his upper body, Han Fei took off his shoes and pants again. He was about to draw incantations all over his body when he suddenly heard footsteps on the stairs.
"Han Fei! The white wax is all laid out! Do you want to order now?" The panting Xiao Jia ran upstairs, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Han Fei sitting on the wedding bed, not even wearing any clothes.
"It's part of the ritual."
"I understand, I understand." Xiao Jia's face was full of shock. He stepped back, not wanting to stay here any longer: "Is there anything else you need my help with?"
"Light all the candles and then you will all leave the building."
"Okay." Xiao Jia nodded towards Han Fei. In the past, he only admired Han Fei's courage, but now for some reason, he looked at Han Fei with respect.
Starting from the third floor, Xiao Jia took a lighter and lit the white wax on the stairs one by one.
The light of the fire flickered, and the candlelight formed a faint path in the darkness.
This road connects Yin and Yang, swinging between the deep world and reality.
Han Fei ignored Xiao Jia and wrote all the mantras all over his body seriously.
Not understanding the meaning of those spells, Han Fei just relied on his own memory to copy them. He was not sure whether marrying a ghost could succeed. After all, the disfigured chef who lived on the fifth floor tried many times but never really succeeded.
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"It's time to start."
Looking at the window, Han Fei found that the white wax had been lit at the intersection, and the weak light was very conspicuous in the dark night.
In order to prevent dragging it down any longer and attracting other things, Han Fei did not hesitate, arranged the various utensils in his backpack, and then sat beside the bed side by side with the bloody paper man.
"The haunted house, the puppet, the red thread, the spell, everything is ready. The only thing I need to worry about now is that I don't know anything except her name and the past she has been hiding."
The chef with the disfigured face and his wife have been in love for many years. The bridge of longing spans life and death. Their memories have also been blended with each other. Compared with the chef with the disfigured face, Han Fei has no advantage at all.
"If it were her, she should come."
The way to guide the soul home has been laid out, and the next step is the most critical step.
Taking out "Company", Han Fei cut his palm and let the blood soak the red rope.
Holding the wound in his palm tightly, Han Fei slowly raised his arm, his eyes filled with blood, and he whispered two words.
"spiritualism!"
The Yin Qi circulating throughout the Yin House paused for a moment, and then converged crazily towards Han Fei. Bloodshot streaks appeared in Han Fei's eyes, splitting his sight and the world in his eyes.
An invisible ghost door appeared in front of him, bringing with it an indescribable sense of oppression.
The black curtain covering the memory in his mind collapsed again, and Han Fei kept repeating Xu Qin's name!
He lost the memory about the other party, but he just saw the despair hidden in the deepest part of his heart, and saw the original, truest and most desperate look of that woman.
"Xu Qin!"
In his blank mind, he pictured the woman holding a table knife, her clothes soaked with blood. She seemed to be standing in the living room at this moment, looking at Han Fei through some rules.
The blood streaks burst and waves washed over Han Fei's body. He smelled the extremely bloody smell, but could not see anything in his eyes.
Following the shouts, the window glass of the ancestral house suddenly burst into pieces, and the white wax placed at the intersection suddenly went out!
The flickering candlelight began to extinguish at the intersection, and there seemed to be something in the darkness dragging the entire night to move.
All the light was swallowed up, the soul-inducing path made of white wax disappeared section by section, and then the door on the first floor of the ancestral house was opened.
The sound of the door opening, the sound of footsteps, the candlelight in the stairs disappeared inexplicably, and someone was walking up!
The altar table on the second floor seemed to have been knocked over by something, the sound of bowls, chopsticks and plates falling was heard, and the smell of meat in the air became stronger.
When the Yin energy gathered at its peak, a huge pale hand grabbed the handrail of the stairs on the third floor. A red hijab appeared at the end of the stairs. A bride nearly three meters tall in a wedding dress walked towards Han Fei.
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Her tall body touched the roof. Silver soul bells were tied to her hands and feet. Every step she took made a disturbing sound.
Stepping on the dusty invitation, the bride stopped in front of Han Fei. She leaned down and stretched her face wearing a red hijab towards Han Fei.
The distance between the two parties is very close, the bride seems to meet all the conditions, and the bloody paper man has not resisted. Now it seems that as long as the bride's hijab is lifted and the final recitation of the soul is recited, the ghost marriage ceremony can be completed.
Looking at the tall bride, Han Fei slowly raised his hand tied with a red string, but stopped when he was about to touch the red hijab.
"You are not her."
Even without memory, Han Fei still said with certainty that he didn't know what a living person looked like after turning into a ghost, let alone what Xu Qin looked like now, but he just felt that the bride in front of him was not Xu Qin.
The giant ghost stayed in front of Han Fei for a moment. Her face wearing a red hijab slowly turned back, but at this moment, her thick arm suddenly raised, and her pale palm, which was bigger than Han Fei's head, went straight to gouge Han Fei's heart.
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He waved his sword to stop Han Fei's blade and the palm of the giant ghost collided. His chest was dug out with scars by the giant ghost's nails. Some bugs with soul poison got into Han Fei's blood vessels. But after a moment,
, those poisonous insects were all poisoned to death, mixed with Han Fei's blood and fell out.
One drop, two drops...
Han Fei's blood fell on the ground of his ancestral home, in the pool of blood where the woman once stood.
The sound of chopping meat sounded again, the smell of meat was fragrant, the yin energy that filled the building fled everywhere, and all the 囍 characters began to bleed.
The dark curse crawls out from the photos of the victims, echoing the despair remaining in the ancestral home.
The Giant Ghost Bride stepped back, feeling an extremely evil aura.
The photos in the handbag were torn into pieces for no reason, and the curses were integrated into the despair of the ancestral home. Their figures were imprinted in the despair, constantly changing their bodies, until the giant ghost bride waved her claws again, five of them
Slender fingers stretched out from the dark curse!
She held the giant ghost's hand, and the cruel and tyrannical curse instantly spread all over the bride's body, torturing her to death in the blink of an eye.
"I don't have to be his bride, but it's not your turn either."
The woman who was mingled with curses and despair slowly turned around. She was covered in wounds, not a single piece of good flesh, and scars appeared on her once exquisite face, which seemed to disappear at any time.
"Xu Qin?"
Han Fei looked at the cursed woman. She was almost completely integrated into the curse, as if she had even given up her soul.
"You are the person in my memory? But I feel it shouldn't be like this." Han Fei pressed his head hard, and his brain was stung by an unknown emotion.
"My body was torn, my bones were crushed, and my remaining soul was pierced by thirteen table knives. I died ninety-nine times in total..." The cursed woman turned around, boundless killing intent and hatred impacting her.
On the wall of her ancestral home, her face that was still full of fatal charm even if it was scratched was close to Han Fei, but her eyes full of curses shone with a different light: "But I don't mind dying one more time for you.
