Article 52

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This piece of pure white, vast red dust has no place to shelter.

Her bones were not tough, and when she was thrown out, she was wearing thin clothes, freezing cold, and soon her legs and feet became numb, and she had no intuition.

Climbing all the way to the outskirts of the city, she came to the earth temple where the ghost master of ceremonies was enshrined. She curled up in the temple to hide from the snow, her lips were frozen blue and purple, and her heart was even more sad.

Looking up at the gorgeous red makeup clay statue, tears could not help rolling down. Remembering the rules of the lower world, when a couple gets married, they should be witnessed by the master of ceremonies.

And at that time, she was just a red flower on her temples, and she smiled and bowed down to Chen Bohuan.

Is this closed-door marriage a big dream, and the picturesque beauty in the dim bronze mirror that day was a sound of greed in the depths of her drunken dream.

She knelt in front of the ghost master of ceremonies, dragging her increasingly heavier and colder body, knelt three times and nine times, crying and laughing.

"As husband and wife, there is no doubt about love. Huanyu... On... this evening..."

She gradually felt dizzy in front of her eyes, and her vision became more and more blurred.

There seemed to be a thin layer of moonlight in front of her eyes. In the small courtyard in the past, she cried and said, "I didn't steal it, I didn't steal it, I didn't steal the oranges."

However, the three became tigers, and people's words were terrifying, and no one would believe her words.

To this day, she knows that even if she drags people to cry and says that she is really Chen Bohuan's wife, no one will believe her. She is still the little girl who had nowhere to seek justice.

Nothing has changed.

It's just that there was still one person who climbed over the wall, stuffed a steaming white steamed bun into his palm, and said to himself, "I'm hungry, eat a steamed bun to cushion my hunger."

Now... where is that person...

If he can't find himself when he comes back, will he be in a hurry, or will he be relieved because his mother will finally not be beaten by her again?

Luo Xianxian curled up in the earth temple, with tears that gradually dried up, whispered: "Master of ceremonies, I want to be with him. I am his wife... When we worshipped, there was no master of ceremonies beside you. Are you? Ghost master of ceremonies, I can't control living people, but I...I can only talk to you...talk to you..."

She whimpered in pieces, the last voice in her throat: "I didn't lie..."

I did not lie.

The snow was silent, and the night was silent.

On the second day, townspeople passing by the Tu Temple on the outskirts of the city found Luo Xianxian's cold body.

The author has something to say:

Chu nightning: Don't stop me, let me kill their whole family, the Lord asks and counts me!

Ink feeds the fish: (holds a hug) Judge, please calm down, judge please return to the bench!

Chapter 22 The master of this seat is going to be angry

When Chu nightning heard this, he was very angry, and he wished he could immediately withdraw Liu Teng and slammed it on the Chen and his wife. But he can't open his eyes and curse people. Once he opens his eyes, the illusion of returning to the real world will disappear immediately. The same ghost can only be locked once by the real-world enchantment lock. If it is interrupted, he will no longer be able to hear what Luo Xianxian will say next.

Therefore, he could only endure the monstrous anger and continue to listen to Luo Xianxian's words.

After her death, her soul entered the underworld first, unknowingly and unaware.

The only impression was that there was a woman wearing red and green, with a brow like a ghost master of ceremonies enshrined in a temple, the ghost master of ceremonies stood in front of her and asked her in a soft voice: "You and Chen Bohuan can't be born together, Death, would you like to be with xué?"

She hurriedly agreed: "I am willing... I am willing!"

"Then let him come to accompany you immediately, okay?"

Luo Xianxian almost rushed out, and wanted to say yes, but suddenly remembered something and was stunned: "Am I dead?"

"Yes. I am the underworld ghost master of ceremonies. I can give you a good relationship and fulfill your long-cherished wish."

Luo Xianxian was stunned: "Then if he comes to accompany me, will he... also die?"

"Yes. However, if there is love in the sky, death and life are also small, but it's just a closed eye, what's the difference?"

When Chu nightning heard this, he said in his heart, sure enough, this ghost master will induce others to make a wish for his life. This fairy is really an evil fairy.

Although Luo Xianxian was wronged by her death, she did not turn into a ghost at this time, so she shook her head again and again: "No, it's not his fault that I can't kill him."

The master of ceremonies said with a mournful smile: "You are so benevolent, how will you get in return?" It doesn't relent, Luo Xianxian, as an immortal, can induce others to make vicious wishes, but it is not possible to force it. The figure gradually faded, and the voice became more and more vague.

"Return to the soul on the seventh day. When you return to the world for the first seven days, go to see the scene of the Chen family. After that, I will ask you again to see if you still have no regrets."

Seven days later, the Day of Resurrection arrives.

Luo Xianxian's soul returned to divine consciousness and returned to the world.

Along the old road, she came to Chen's house with eagerness to take a last look at her husband.

Who would have known that Chen's house was lit with lanterns and colorful, and fire and silver flowers were blooming outside the courtyard. The dowry dress was filled with the flower hall, and the big "囍" character was pasted in front of the hall. Madam Chen's face was radiant, and she was smiling and pointing to the servants, ordering them to tie flowers for the dowry gift and put on red silk.

Who is... for a wedding?

Who is... wanting to pay the dowry?

Who is it... Three media and six hires, it's not very beautiful.

who is it……

She shuttled through the busy crowd, listening to the chirping of the world

human voice.

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