Chapter 1118 The same handsome face
"Da da da."
There was a sound of brisk footsteps not far away, and before anyone could see anyone, you could hear a sense of relief. Feel.
Yu Chengmu's eyes almost popped out. He saw Wang Fugui and Du Moyu running out of the shadows one after the other, each with a musical instrument in their hand.
The two of them didn't look at him at all, and ran directly back to the room where Jiang Cheng was.
When they entered, they gave Jiang Cheng a high-five one by one.
Jiang Cheng picked up the letter, shook his head at Yu Chengmu, bowed again to express his gratitude, and the next second, he closed the door skillfully.
Yu Chengmu seemed to have forgotten what he had just done. He turned his head and glared at Abiao who was also in a daze with gritted teeth, "You idiot! Didn't you say that Weirdness can't be controlled?"
“What the hell?” Abiao’s anger went straight to his brain.
Even with only one arm left, Yu Chengmu was no match for A Biao. Without using three moves, A Biao pressed him to the ground with one hand and rubbed him.
His clothes were torn apart, his face was pressed to the ground, his gray hair was messy, and his aristocratic demeanor was gone.
"Yu Chengmu, you old man!" A Biao was so angry that he didn't expect that this old man was so vicious that he had no intention of letting him out alive. "You deserve to die!"
< br>A Biao used great force to strangle Yu Chengmu's neck, pinching him until he rolled his eyes.
But before he could continue to rub against Cheng Mu, suddenly, a strange melody came from the direction of crossing the river. The level of horror was not comparable to the previous song.
"Yes, Lady Dahe!" Yu Chengmu's nose was still bleeding out, with despair written all over his face.
Even if he knew that he would not be able to escape today, according to A Biao's character, he would not want to sit back and wait for death.
He endured it, let go of Yu Chengmu who was like a dead dog, stood up, and quickly closed the door.
Looking out through the gap in the door, I don’t know when there was a layer of fog outside the door.
The fog filled the air very quickly, and he could only see a few meters outside the door.
Jiang Cheng and their rooms were also obscured by the fog and disappeared.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
After a series of jumping sounds, it finally stopped outside Jiangcheng Gate.
Jiang Cheng maintained the same posture as A Biao, squatting behind the door to observe.
This time he saw clearly that it was Empress Dahe, the ghost bride on the bus!
You can’t go wrong!
Wu drew out his knife and stood behind the door, only one door away from the ghost bride.
"Easy~, easy~" Fatty whispered to comfort Wu, worried that he would rush out and fight with the ghost bride.
Wu glanced sideways at Fatty and put the knife behind him, showing his utmost sincerity.
Jiang Cheng took a deep breath and opened the door.
The ghost bride stood quietly outside the door. Her skin was extremely fair against the backdrop of the red wedding dress.
Jiang Cheng didn't want to, and didn't dare to use the adjective "blow-breaking" to describe a woman's skin, because he was worried that it could really break.
After all, this skin has been immersed in the cold bottom of the Dushui River for a full 10 years.
In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Jiang Cheng put on a paper mask in advance.
The ghost bride has a hijab on her head. Through one side of the hijab, you can vaguely see the ghost bride’s chin with a soft curve.
Suddenly, Jiang Cheng became extremely curious about the face under the hijab.
“Creak——”
The sound of wind blowing on the door shaft interrupted Jiang Cheng’s thoughts. He immediately took out the letter from his arms and handed it to the ghost bride.
To his surprise, when the Ghost Bride saw the letter, her cold temperament suddenly disappeared. She held the letter in her two plain white hands and slowly unfolded it, her fragrant shoulders following. Tremble.
Jiang Cheng couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
A few tears slid down his cheeks and landed on the letter.
The originally dirty cloth suddenly glowed and became brand new.
The delicate handwriting above is revealed.
The next scene made Jiang Cheng's heart tremble violently. He saw that where the ghost bride's tears touched, a portrait appeared out of thin air.
It is a young man with a bookish look between his eyebrows. The young man is holding a paper umbrella and smiling.
Regardless of his clothes, this young man actually has a face as handsome as his own!
No, it’s the exact same face!
There was a "buzz" in Jiang Cheng's mind, and he couldn't help but sigh. Fortunately, he was wearing a mask, otherwise he would have been dragged away by the ghost bride today and taken to cross the river to become the village's husband.
Even if he is there, it is hard to say whether he can protect himself.
Besides, according to Wu’s character, if he knew the ghost bride’s purpose of robbing him, he might even help him deliver the goods to his door.
Fortunately, the ghost bride is also a cheerful person. After being excited for a while, she took the letter and left.
Judging from the direction in which her back disappeared, she went to Yu Chengmu Abiao's room.
Some were happy and some were sad. Abiao looked through the crack in the door and saw Empress Dahe coming, and his face was distorted.
Then he looked down at the crying Yu Chengmu, went over and kicked him, "Get up quickly if you are not dead, and think of a way to deal with Empress Dahe!"
Yu Chengmu seemed to have lost his soul, huddled on the ground, his eyes were straight, and he kept repeating: "There is no chance, there is no chance, we are all going to die"
"Trash!" A Biao kicked Yu Chengmu hard. It seemed that the latter was waiting to die.
But Abiao still had the last hope. He stared at Yu Chengmu on the ground, a fierce light flashing in his eyes.
Perhaps it would be enough if Empress Dahe comes to kill just one person tonight.
Thinking of this, A Biao no longer hesitated and started to drag out Yu Chengmu who was lying on the ground like a dead dog. Then he opened the door and was about to throw Yu Chengmu outside.
Yu Chengmu also reacted and struggled fiercely, but he couldn't break free from Abiao's iron-like hand.
"Yu Zhangyan, it's your own fault that you ended up like this, no one else is to blame!" A Biao said fiercely: "I am avenging Boss Jia, Zhang Junyu and the others!"
"No, don't! !”
Yu Chengmu, who was thrown out, lay on the ground and crawled back using his hands and feet, but unfortunately A Biao had already closed the door in advance.
"Let me in! Let me in!" Yu Chengmu slammed the door crazily, but the door seemed to be made of cast iron and remained motionless.
A Biao's angry voice came from behind the door, "Yu Zhangyan, I think Zhang Junyu was begging you so hard back then, but what about you! How did you do it?!"
"Now that the tide has turned, your retribution has arrived!" A Biao said the last sentence, and as the Queen of the River approached step by step, A Biao stopped talking.
There was a crisp sound of a watermelon exploding outside the door, and large amounts of blood mixed with other things spattered on the door, flowing down in a sticky consistency.
At the same time, Yu Chengmu’s wailing stopped abruptly.
A Biao hid behind the door, looking out through the gap, not daring to let out any air.
He saw with his own eyes that Empress Dahe didn’t even look at Yu Chengmu. When she walked over, she stepped on his head. (End of chapter)