Wearing the white moonlight of the two dead

Chapter 16 Notification of Entering V

Ji Hui: What does this kid call him?

He narrowed his eyes slightly, almost thinking he had heard wrong.

However, the little ghost in the water tank was very persistent, holding Ji Hui firmly with his pale little hands.

Ji Hui's forehead twitched.

"I'm not your mother."

It was the first time he encountered such an outrageous thing in his more than twenty years of life.

A kid calling him mother?

The young man in the red wedding dress raised his eyebrows, his tone was lukewarm.

The ghost boy was a little puzzled.

"But, the doll said you were wearing red clothes."

"And... the fragrance on your body is..."

The smell of mother.

The ghost boy didn't say the last sentence, it was keenly aware that the "mother" in front of him didn't like him saying that.

Ji Hui: ...

What messy aroma?

Why didn't he hear it himself?

Ji Hui never felt that there was a fragrance on his body. After hearing Guitong's words, he even sniffed it, but he didn't smell anything.

He looked at the ghost boy strangely, but he didn't let go of the vigilance in his heart.

This kid lured him here for no reason, and as soon as he pounced on him, he called his mother. It's no wonder he could trust her.

But Ji Hui didn't show it on his face, he just looked down at the kid in the vat.

"You've been living here?"

The ghost boy nodded.

He has been in this water tank all the time, but the water tank is connected to the artificial lake outside.

He can also pass through the artificial lake from the tank, which is how he passed with the doll just now.

Ji Hui's long black eyelashes flickered.

"So that white shadow that appeared a few days ago is related to you?"

He remembered that there was a white ghost a few days ago, which led Xie Cong to the courtyard where the formation was set up.

Was that white shadow made by the brat and the doll in front of me?

Guitong shook his head after hearing the word Baiying.

"not me."

There was a bit of embarrassment on his resentful face, obviously he didn't want to say anything.

Ji Hui didn't rush, but just looked at him with a smile.

The rag doll jumped up and said something in the kid's ear.

The little ghost was embarrassed for a while, but still said in a dry and hoarse voice: "My mother asked me to tell."

"This garden brought them by itself. When one dies, the other will come out. I don't know how they appeared."

"Those guys are scary every day they have time, and I hate them too."

Did you bring it in this garden?

The amount of information in this sentence is not insignificant.

Ji Hui didn't know if he had misunderstood it, or if that's what this brat meant.

"You mean to say that the land of Fengzhao Garden will give birth to ghosts?"

Gui Tong was stunned for a moment and nodded, the corners of his pale mouth curled up, a little excited:

"I knew mother knew what I meant."

"Mothers are different from everyone else."

The kid took the opportunity to flatter again.

Ji Hui raised his eyebrows.

He originally thought that the little ghost was just lying to him, but when he heard what the little ghost said just now, he suddenly remembered something.

Ghosts are born on the land.

This kind of statement is only available in the abyss game, and the abyss will automatically drop ghosts in the dungeon.

After the little ghost appeared, he always felt that Fengzhao Garden's mode was very strange. Now it seems—isn't it a bit like the dungeon mode in the Abyss game?

The new guests are like players who have experienced dungeons.

And the kid in front of him...

Ji Hui squinted his eyes, and thought of the seed that was suspected to be produced by the Abyss game that he got from the ghost-faced fox when he was in Minshan Village.

Doubts gradually rose in my heart.

Ji Hui just smiled on his face: "I don't know."

Now the one who choked became a ghost boy.

"Mother obviously has that aura on her body, how could she not know."

As soon as Guitong approached Ji Hui, he smelled the familiar fragrance of flowers that made people tremble.

It emanates from the muscles and bones under the wedding dress.

It's not something that can be faked, no one can simulate the smell.

There was no expression under Guitong's dark eyes, but his expression was somewhat aggrieved.

Ji Hui's eyes were squinted, unmoved in the slightest.

"Maybe you smelled it wrong."

The ghost boy was anxious, and said dryly: "I can't smell wrong, even if I smell mother wrong."

Will you still smell the smell of mother's sacrifice?

The mother has clearly absorbed the sacrifice.

He spoke resentfully, but his tone was like a child's. He was anxious to say what he said later, but he didn't know why, so he couldn't say anything, so he could only shut his mouth in discouragement.

When Ji Hui heard Guitong's firm words, he frowned slightly, a little surprised at the brat's persistence.

However, at this time, there was a scream outside, as if something had happened.

The ghost boy curled his lips and let go of his hand.

Ji Hui felt a pain in the corner of his forehead, and when he realized that Jing Cen was calling him, he looked down at the ghost boy in front of him.

"can not stop?"

He could feel that the ghost boy was higher than all the ghosts in this courtyard.

The ghost boy shook his head: "This land wants them to play, the game must be finished, I can't help it."

Although I am very curious about what the ghost boy said, but the situation outside is critical now.

Ji Hui could only lower his head and touch Guitong's head, then smiled:

"Although I don't know if what you said is true or not, but thank you, brat."

He lowered his eyes, and when he stood up again, he had already jumped onto the top of the tree.

Guitong froze for a moment, his strange face was rarely shy.He also followed Ji Hui's example and reached out to touch the top of his head.

Then he looked at the doll, serious.

"Mom touched me."

The rag doll rolled its eyes twice, as if rolling its white eyes.

Immediately, the ghost boy became a little unhappy again, and his tone was harsh.

"Things in those houses are just so annoying."

Not only disturbing him, but also disturbing the mother to get along with him.

The rag doll remained silent, while Guitong looked out with dark eyes and grinned.

After Ji Hui came out, he found that the layout of the entire courtyard had changed.

But in just a few 10 minutes, the resentment in Fengzhao Garden multiplied.

"Behind the spirit, something happened."

"Where are you?"

Jing Cen's voice was a little heavy, and he looked in one direction.

……

Not long after Ling left, they originally designed the theme story of "The Bride" according to the process.

However, for some reason, he suddenly started playing Solitaire.

As if being forced, the recording rules of the program were forcibly changed.

Ask them to start with the first person, each write a sentence about the bride, and then let the next one continue. If someone fails to respond and says the wrong word in the middle, the story of "The Bride" is disconnected, and that person will bleed .

Start with the ears, then go to the eyes...

The rule change was caught off guard.

Fortunately, Jing Cen had seen ghosts when he was in Minshan Village. Although he broke out in a cold sweat this time, he managed to stay steady.

It's just that the other few guests with poor psychological quality are not very good.

A newly made-up story has stopped three or four times, and then stopped...

Xie Cong frowned, and had already walked over to replace one of the guests with poor mental quality.

However, there are two more.

His face darkened, and when he saw Jing Cen turning his head to look at his back from time to time, he couldn't help but said lightly: "Waiting for someone to come back and save you?"

"I would like to advise you, after all, aliens are not human beings, and they will not have any empathy."

Although Xie Cong changed his mind about the ghost who saved him that day.

But ghosts are ghosts after all, and they can't change their nature. Many people who raise ghosts have been eaten to death by themselves. He doesn't like Jing Cen, an idiot, who relies on ghosts at all.

Ghosts do things for a purpose.

He frowned.

In the dim pavilion, the afternoon was like evening, and the white lanterns were dimly lit.The guest infected by the curse who was going out at that time was already trembling and speechless at this time.

"bride"

"bride"

He couldn't speak, and it looked like it was going to be the third time.

At this moment, Ji Hui came over.

No one saw him, and no one noticed the coldness around him.

Except Jing Cen.

Jing Cen's body was tense, and suddenly he heard a very familiar voice next to his ear.

"I come."

"You took his pen and paper with your left hand."

It's the spirit behind it!

He is back.

Jing Cen breathed a sigh of relief, and threw out Xie Cong's words just now, before he had time to think about it, he quickly took the guest's pen and paper.

Just as he was doing it, Jiang Yuhan, who had been acting like he had nothing to do with him, also came over.

He didn't need to participate in the game among the guests. He was originally standing under the tree calmly, but at this time he came over for some reason.

"Ginger, Mr. Jiang."

Guest No. 3, a big man, was sweating coldly.

Jiang Yuhan looked indifferent, and took the pen and paper from his hand.

"I come."

what?

Although guest No. 3 was a little puzzled, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly moved back a little. When he stood up with his hands on his hands, his legs were shaking.

Jiang Yuhan's location was very coincidental. When he came over, he happened to be on the left side of Jing Cen and next to Ji Hui.

The distance between a person and a ghost is very close.

Ji Hui glanced at him.

Xie Cong looked a little weird.

Jing Cen took someone else's pen and paper, this is... that ghost is here?

He remembered that Jing Cen never knew how to write with his left hand.

Sure enough, the next moment.

Ji Hui added it himself after reading the story that was passed on now.

He is holding the pen, and from the outside it looks like Jing Cen is writing with his left hand.

Xie Cong frowned.

At this time, the season return has been written.

"There was a young lady in the Zhao family who was as beautiful as a flower, and one day she was taken by the elder of the town. The Zhao family was just a small family. The master is very happy. However, it was supposed to be a day of great joy, but no one thought that something would happen on the day of the wedding."

The second half of the sentence was written by Ji Hui.

"—The Eldest Master died suddenly."

This sentence appeared eeriely on the white paper, a little scary.

Yet the punishment never came again.

Ji Huihui returned the pen and pushed it over.

He moved Jingcen's paper lining to the left, exposing a little corner.

Jiang Yuhan reached out and took it.

——The person who wrote just now was not Jing Cen.

He paused slightly.

So, there is someone next to him.

Is that... the "person" you met in the bathroom?

His face was expressionless, and the faint white candle reflected on his stern face, showing a trace of indifference.

Jiang Yuhan pursed her lips and wrote the next sentence.

"The bride is not dead."

As soon as this sentence came out.

Ji turned his head and glanced at Jiang Yuhan.

Why didn't this person play his cards according to the routine, but... According to the ghost boy I saw, the bride should indeed not die immediately.

The word ghost marriage came to his mind, and he turned his head and patted Jing Cen on the shoulder.

When Jiang Yuhan wrote this, Xie Cong also narrowed his eyes.

The man's dark blue eyes were faint, and he looked up at him.

In front of the camera, only a few figures were seen sitting together.

Ji Hui always felt that Jiang Yuhan was a little strange.

He seemed to...know something.

But the other party is an ordinary person.

He snorted lightly, and continued to look back at the story solitaire in front of him.

At this time, while the others were following, Jiang Yuhan suddenly rubbed his fingertips.

When the second round of paper came, he took it and handed it to Jing Cen.

Ji Hui lazily picked it up through the cardboard, but at this moment he accidentally touched the blood drop from Jiang Yuhan's fingertip on the cardboard.

In the darkness, the man's figure looked towards Jing Cen's side.At this time, the pupils were dimmed, and it seemed to be in a trance

—a fleeting touch of red sleeves.