Yin marriage stays together: the chaebol's husband is a ghost

Chapter 33
Ming Lao San patted the armrest of the chair angrily. His corpse demon was awakened just after he was formed. Although he ate two people, he was shot dead, and a line of shoe prints appeared where the corpse demon fell.

Through the depth of the shoe prints, he not only knew the gender and weight of the person who shot the dead demon, but also knew who the owner of that pair of shoes was through the pattern of the shoe prints, because Bei Minggu's clothes and shoes were all handmade. The texture of his sole is naturally unique.

After being reminded by the Taoist priest, Ming Lao San had to believe that Bei Minggu was really not dead. If it was really a ghost, it would be impossible to leave a line of shoe prints on the ground.

Thinking of this, Ming Lao San's face couldn't help but become colder, and even smoldering.

"Third Master, since Young Master Gu is not dead, let our little devil kill him tomorrow night. If the little devil makes a move, the police won't be able to find out..." Poison Eye suggested.

"No!" Ming Lao San raised his hand decisively and interrupted him, "I know that boy Bei Minggu very well. If he was the one who killed the corpse demon and now he lost the copy, he will definitely be prepared. We The little devil is not powerful enough, so he may not be able to kill him."

"Then what?" Poison Eye asked.

Ming Lao San didn't look at Poison Eye, turned to the Taoist priest, and asked, "How is the new stronghold?"

The Taoist replied: "Fix it tomorrow night, and the body can be moved the night after tomorrow."

"No!" Ming Lao San said calmly, but his tone was resolute, "The corpse will be moved tomorrow night, this place has been exposed."

"Okay." The Taoist was silent for five seconds, and then asked, "Third Master, are you still drying the corpse tonight?"

Ming Lao San hesitated for a moment, raised his legs and walked out, and said, "Sun!"

Du Yan and the two bodyguards hurriedly protected Ming Lao San and went out.

The Taoist priest didn't rush away, he bit the tip of his tongue and splattered blood on the mahogany sword, pointed at the little ghost, muttered something, and the little ghost lay back in the coffin obediently.

When Ning Luo saw three or four of Ming Lao walking towards the stairs, he hurriedly turned his head to signal Bei Minggu to hide.

Bei Minggu retreated unhurriedly, took her to hide in the stone layer together, Ming Lao three or four walked in front of them, Ning Luo found that the profile of this Ming Lao San actually resembled Bei Minggu , He should have been a handsome man when he was young.

"You can stare at an old man, really hungry."

The four people and the light of the Spike flashlight disappeared from the stairs, when Ning Luo heard a sneering sound from behind, she immediately pushed her elbow back in displeasure, and asked, "Again Old man, he is also alive, not like someone, cold!"

"What did you say?" Beiming squinted his eyes in displeasure, immediately pinched her jaw, turned her head, and forced her to look at him, "No matter how cold it is, I am still useful, unlike A certain old man has little strength left in his lower body."

"Bei Minggu, you are young and energetic, you are not ashamed to compare yourself to others!"

"You compare the temperature of a living person with me, don't you think it's meaningless?"

Ning Luo was pinched by him without hesitation, which made her jaw ache, and pinched her to speak fluently, but she couldn't get rid of his ghostly hand, so she said very angrily: "It's meaningful, because I like to live, It's warm!"

Bei Minggu's face suddenly became gloomy, and he paused for a while, then shook off her jaw forcefully, and pressed his cold thin lips against her ears, "Since I like you so much, I will wrap you as a gift and send it to honor my good third uncle. "

"You!" Ning Luo turned his head angrily. Although he couldn't see his expression in the dark, Ning Luo could imagine that he must have a cold face at this time, and there was a hidden evil spirit.

Ning Luo only felt that her lungs were going to explode with anger, but she was not the one to be bullied, so she choked back immediately, "Okay, the ghosts in my stomach are all from the Beiming family anyway, and they were born in your third son. Uncle’s bed, I’ll call you cousin from now on!”

"you dare?!"

"Of course I don't dare, but you want to wrap me as a gift and send me to honor your good third uncle. I can't beat you, a ghost, so I can only obediently go to your third uncle's bed. Isn't the child born on uncle's bed called your cousin!"

"..." Bei Minggu was speechless by her push, and stretched out two fangs from his mouth without grace, stroking her snow-white neck, trying to bite two to relieve his breath, but he couldn't. Neng cursed fiercely in his heart, sharp-mouthed dead girl.

Ning Luo felt a cold touch coming from his neck, hesitated for a moment, and just when he was about to reach out to touch something, the tomb suddenly shook twice, and then the light of the wolf tooth flashlight shone over again, and then the Taoist priest also Walked out from the stone steps.

Darkness returned to the tomb.

Bei Minggu walked out from the stone layer. Since she kissed Ning Luo for a while last time, she bit her. Bei Minggu let her go very actively this time, but Ning Luo hugged him tightly. His waist refused to let go.

"Let go, I can't move if you hold me like this." Bei Minggu's voice was a little cold.

"I, I, I, I'm a little scared." Ning Luo hesitantly said in a low voice, "It's too dark here, you can't see your fingers, who knows if the thing in the coffin will jump out at any time, hug you, I think it will be more Safety."

Bei Minggu pulled his feet, and found that his feet were sucked tightly by the blood jade on her feet, he frowned fiercely, he was helpless and a little speechless, "Kang Ningluo, you just said that you like to live, Don't you think it's contradictory to what you said just now that you are hugging me like this now?"

"It was you who said that you would give me to your third uncle, that old man, that's why I said that." Ning Luo felt a little aggrieved, and tightened his arms, tightening his circle around Bei Minggu, "Although you are a It’s a ghost, but it’s a super handsome ghost, and it’s better to lose a few years of life if you sleep with it than to live a hundred years if you sleep with an old man.”

Afraid of being pushed away by Bei Minggu, Ning Luo arched his head against his chest while talking, trying to stick closer to him.

Under Bei Minggu's suit, he was only wearing a shirt. Under the masterpiece of her small head, Bei Minggu's sensitive points seemed to be awakened every bit, but under such circumstances, he couldn't act like a beast. Put her against the wall of the tomb, or on the coffin, and give her something?
"Get your feet away, your blood jade is sticking to me!" Bei Minggu pressed a big palm on her head which was still on fire, her low voice was very dull.

Ning Luo quickly moved his foot away.

Bei Minggu pushed her away, and the panicked Ning Luo only heard the crisp sound of snapping fingers in the air, and then the whole tomb was illuminated by a ball of yellow flames floating in the air. Hands are still in the air.

Ning Luo could imagine that when he smartly snapped his fingers, a picture of flames would magically appear in the air, and that picture should be very handsome.

(End of this chapter)