The voice of the ghost bride in front of her was the woman Xing Juzhan dreamed of when he was drunk that night.
——It turned out that it was not a dream.
Is he really going to marry a female ghost?
He was the second son of the Xing Mansion, how could he die so ugly?!
"Mother, madam, come to the church..." Xing Juzhan swallowed his saliva and tried to keep his tone calmer, "The church cannot have so many... spectators. This is a matter between us. It would be bad for outsiders to see it.
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The ghost bride in front of her was wearing a hijab, and only the embroidery on the hijab could be seen. Xing Juzhan stared at the embroidery in front of him and did not dare to look away.
None of the things floating in the hall looked human, either with half of their heads missing or with their tongues hanging out.
Especially the old woman behind the ghost bride looks like the paper-cut figure in the funeral shop.
The ghost bride was silent for a while, feeling that even if she was the only one in the hall, this man would not be able to escape from her grasp.
If you don't have a ghost, you don't have to be afraid. She is a ghost mother who is stronger than all the evil ghosts here.
Under the ghost bride's hijab, a "click" sound came out, and then she saw the embroidery on the hijab turned to her back.
Seeing the ghost bride like this, the ghosts fled in all directions.
When only Xing Juzhan, the ghost bride and the old woman were left in the hall, the ghost bride turned her head back.
When Xing Juzhan saw the ghost bride turning her head to her shoulders without stopping, he rolled his eyes.
At least this way you can't see the scary appearance of the ghost bride.
When the ghost bride turned her head back, Xing Juzhan still rolled his eyes and did not dare to look at her.
"Are you afraid of me?" The ghost bride approached Xing Juzhan, with the hijab hanging on her head.
Xing Juzhan rolled his eyes and shook his head against his will, "No, no."
"Then why don't you look at me squarely?" The Ghost Bride's voice rang in Xing Juzhan's ears.
Xing Juzhan turned to face the Ghost Bride at the sound of the voice, but his eyes were still there.
Yan Yan's lips, which had a faint Xiangfei color, were pursed tightly.
The man's expression was so funny. From Yan Yan's perspective, it looked like he was seriously having a stroke.
Not to mention the crooked mouth and slanted eyes, the rolled eyes and raised eyebrows looked like a fool, but he was still serious.
The hall was quiet, and Xing Juzhan kept looking sideways at the ghost bride.
After a while, it seemed that I couldn't feel the existence of my neck, and even half of my face was stiff.
But he still didn't dare to open his eyes. He was afraid that when he opened his eyes, he would see the back of the ghost bride's head.
He would rather see the ghost bride's front face than the back of her head with her body turned forward and her head turned backward.
Xing Juzhan's will was very strong, but his body could not hold on and his neck was so stiff that it was about to break.
In desperation, he looked down slightly, and in front of him was the human blood candle on the main table.
Xing Juzhan breathed a sigh of relief and was about to see where the ghost bride had gone. When he turned his head, his eyes met a pair of scarlet ghost eyes.
The ghost bride took off her red hijab and looked at Xing Juzhan with wide ghost eyes.
The ghost bride's face is just like that of a normal person, but her ghost eyes can scare Xing Juzhan to the point of peeing.
The eyelids on her face that were supposed to cover the eyes were embroidered with embroidery thread, revealing all the eyes. The black pupils were gray and white, and the eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes, extending densely from the back to the front.
At first glance, Yan Yan thought that the ghost bride's eyeballs were soaked in blood.
She looked at the ghost bride's red eyes and blinked involuntarily.