MTL - The Haunted-Chapter 110 Burial

Looking at the other side's implied black eyes, I immediately realized what Ye Yingzhi was referring to, and her face turned red.

It can only be said that the current world report is still fast. This is actually a trick to sneak a kiss when he was a child. When he was a child, he was sick and had a fever. He refused to take medicine. Ye Yingzhi did not use the fruit and fed chocolate. The brother was obedient when he was holding a kiss, agreed to take the medicine, and agreed to an injection. Unexpectedly, now that the Feng Shui turns, it becomes necessary for him to take the medicine of Ye Ying.

He was late for him, and finally whispered: "Then you can drink soon."

Ye Yingzhi picked up the porcelain bowl with the soup. While drinking, he looked at the smile with a smile, and looked at him intently. From the expression, he couldn’t feel it. He felt that the medicine was bitter. Eventually he will gently put the bowl on the table: "I have finished drinking."

He looked at him late, half closed his eyes, did not dare to look at him, bowed his head and gently licked the corner of his mouth with the medicine. When I was too late, I was held in my arms by a man and kissed my ears.

Ye Yingzhi turned his head, starting from the auricle, his lips all the way down his jaw line, and at this moment, there was a faint mourning number and a screaming voice in the distance, the melody and resentment, Grinding people's hearts trembled, just want to block their ears and isolate the sound.

Suddenly, my heart was shocked. I reached out and gently pushed open Ye Yingzhi. I sat straight and said: "Welcome to the brother, you listen, it seems to be the soul of the town."

These celestial masters are more particular than ordinary people. Ordinary swearing is not going to play the soul of the town. Only when the deceased dies, or when the corpse becomes a risk of devils, the soul of the town will be used. The difference between the town's soul song and the requiem, you can see that its intention has been to suppress, not buried.

I don't know which one is going wrong. Is it Lin Zhu? However, Xu Rui clearly said that Lin Zhu and even the soul could not get back, how can he need to use the town soul song?

Ye Yingzhi straightened up with the late movements, reached out and finished the whole collar, and flashed a bit of unhappiness in the squat, but quickly calmed down the emotions. In the face of being late, he was still a gentle and welcoming brother: "Auntie curious Then we will go and see that this place has indeed not heard the soul of the town for ten years."

Ye Jia’s car carried two people directly to the ground. The closer you get to the place, the louder the noise, but it will take a while to stop. I am late to recognize that this is the direction to go to the late home. He sighed in his heart, is it not the Xu family, but the late family?

The car stopped in the distance, and Ye Jia’s management recognized the car and rushed over. He reported to Ye Yingzhi through the window that was shaken: "Sanye, the accident happened to be an old family. The news that the person who came out last night was gone, you said that you are not allowed to disturb, and you dare not disturb you because of this." Ye Yingzhi is in Ye Jiaxing, but now he is the owner, the old man at home is still Habitually called him Sanye; Fu Bo, who has been waiting for him, will call him the three sons.

Ye Yingzhi gently daggers: "What is the situation now?"

The butler suppressed the voice: "It is said that the old man suddenly clamored to see the late father of the retreat last night, saying that there is a ghost in the late family. Later, it is noisy. This person is gone. The late family said that this is different. I am afraid that the corpse will be changed. I used the technique of sealing the evil spirits to make the corpse head up. Now I am doing a ceremony in the dojo. After I finish it, I will carry it to the grave of the Houjiazu in Houshan.

Ye Yingzhi nodded, closed his eyes, did not speak. The housekeeper also retired.

I am late to listen to the score. Good end, how can I be afraid of human corpses, but he also saw some embarrassment when he was a child, this is a private matter of each family, other families are default but ask.

Lately turned to look at Ye Yingzhi: "Welcome brother, you are here, I have a look."

One of Ye Ying’s bodies is not good, and the current identity is not suitable for sudden appearance in such occasions, or it is better to rest in the car.

Ye Yingzhi sneaked at him with a strange look: "What kind of excitement is going to be combined, and you have to look at the dead people in the town, and you are not afraid to hit the evil."

I thought about it lately, and then I hugged him and kissed him on the face: "Welcome to my brother, I am not afraid of anything."

Ye Yingzhi’s image also took him no way. He turned his face and waved his hand to let him get off, but his mouth was clearly a smile.

It’s not really a mess to join in the fun, but the Ye Jiaguan’s phrase “There is a ghost at home” has aroused his interest. He still remembers why he came back, and he remembers that he is late, and it is very likely that he is trying to use the things of Hejia Village to construct himself. He always felt that this matter had something to do with his incident, or that he thought more.

He looked through the gaps of the crowd to the open space in the middle. He saw a vermilion town of evil spirits on the bluestone floor of the dojo. The black center looked like a heavy coffin in the center of the circle. The wall also uses cinnabar to paint a variety of towns and evils. I always felt that I had seen such a coffin in my impression, but I couldn’t remember when I saw it.

The ceremony was over, and nine young people from the late family stepped forward and lifted the coffin, and the group began to follow the coffin and walked toward the grave of Chijiazu.

Chi Yu was standing in the direction of the person who was carrying the person. When he saw it, he stepped back with the people in front, and the result suddenly became the front. The man and the black coffin just rubbed him past, and he looked at the black coffin that painted the totem of the town. He seemed to have a small squeaking sound, as if the people inside were I kept pounding the coffin...

After the team passed, they quickly covered the slight knocking sound, and turned around to look at the direction of the crowd. It was impossible to judge whether the voice was just an illusion.

Most of the people who were present were still late, and he was certainly not in a minority. He didn’t want to have more troubles, and he looked back and sneaked back to Ye Ying’s car.

Ye Ying’s expression looked at him flatly: “Satisfied? Don’t look back at the past?”

Hesitantly shook his head: "Don't go."

As soon as the brain turned, he hugged Ye Yingzhi’s arm and approached him. “It’s not too early, go home with my brother.”

Ye Yingzhi looked at him a few times, did not hold back, reached out and bounced his head a few times, smiled: "Little bad guys, and deliberately recruit his brother." Then he signaled the driver to drive back to Ye Family.

I didn’t talk when I was late, but my heart was like grass. The two were too close together, and how could he not tell the difference? Ye Yingzhi used to be a pet, and he was also close to him. He would also hold him and kiss him, but those kisses were just pure love and closeness. They fell on their foreheads and cheeks, like the breeze, like their own little dolls.

But from the day he followed Ye Yingzhi back to Ye Family House, from his somewhat savage kiss, everything changed and changed. From the front, he would never kiss him like that. That is full of desires and possessive kisses, only suitable for lover. The emotions that have been changed can be confided from every kiss and hug, every interaction, but no one breaks, and no one takes the initiative to go further. They tacitly allowed such changes to happen naturally, and the waves were not shocked, and the heart was full of emotions.

After lunch, I was late to "supervise" Ye Yingzhi's medicine as in the morning, and talked with him about his life outside in the past few years. The time passed quickly and it was night.

The two went to sleep together. After a long time, he entered the dreamland. He dreamed of a dream. In his dream, he was locked in a dark coffin. There was something firmly glaring at him. He felt very painful. He Stretching the coffin desperately, trying to get out of it. He heard a lot of chanting, he couldn't see the faces of the voice masters, but there was a distorted face in his mind. He knew that those were his loved ones. His strength was a little bit smaller. He knew that they didn't want him to go out. All his friends and relatives wanted to seal him up and let him die in the dark.

His body is getting heavier and heavier and colder. He can feel that the thick soil is raised and covered on the coffin. All the sounds are gradually gone, and even the harsh soul of the town can no longer be heard. Only he was buried deep in the ground...

Then the thing that made him suddenly moved, and he could feel it later. It was an cold arm. He was taken over by the arm and fell into a familiar cold embrace. Then the voice that he was obsessed with sounded, with a smile calling him "baby", kissed him...

It seems to be painful to scream and hold people around you. He felt someone patted his back and called his name. The voice and the voice in the dream were coincident, so that he could not tell which dream was and which was reality.

I opened my eyes in a hurry and saw the face of Ye Yingzhi’s hidden concern and the warm orange light.

He is in Ye Family, in the bedroom of Yingzhi’s brother.

Ye Yingzhi gently patted his back: "What's wrong? Have a nightmare? I said that I won't let you go to see the scene of the evil door. You are small from a small courage, but you love it more than ordinary people... ..."

When he said half of it, he stopped, because he was looking at him softly and softly with his eyes: "Dream to meet his brother."

"Good..." He closed his eyes and shrank into his arms.

One of Ye Ying’s sons like to forget how to say what to do, and the hand behind the lateness is also stiff. He didn't think that the little bad guy was so courageous, and he didn't know where to learn these bad things and used them on his own. He approached the late face, his voice was a little heavy, and some of his hair was floating. He couldn’t hear it without listening carefully. He only felt that the wind was light and dark, as if he didn’t care: “Auntie told his brother, what is it?”