But Lan Mo has already seen it.

The crack on the back of the statue has not healed, and is open miserably. Beishan's hand stretched out from inside, trying to tear the statue that trapped it apart again, and the back of the statue kept squirming and growing like a living thing, and those curses

Wen flows in the cracks, and mucus drips, trying to bridge the cracks.

Lan Min's face turned pale slightly. This heavy scene had a big impact on him.

【He saw it】

The statue stood in front of Lan Mo again.

【Cover up】

Lan Min suppressed the discomfort in his stomach and asked confusedly, "What are you doing?"

The statue tore off a piece of red silk and tied it around himself. However, his fingers were too clumsy and he failed to tie it after several attempts.

Lan Min saw it clearly and said, "No need to cover it up, I've already seen it."

His memory is very good, and as long as something leaves an impression, it is difficult to forget it. The scene just now is destined to linger in his mind for a long time.

The statue did not try to tie it anymore. He put the red silk around his body and held the two ends of the red silk with both hands. It looked like he was wearing a red cloak.

"You can only live if Beishan is in your body, right? Otherwise you are just a statue."

The golden eyes of the statue looked at Lan Min intently.

The white-haired young man hit on His pain points.

Lan Min's eyes flickered, with similar body shapes and appearances, the evil ghost, Beishan, and the statue were obviously inextricably linked.

The evil spirit knows the most about this. It uses a subtle tone when it mentions Bei Shan, and even if Bei Shan has touched its taboo, it only tortures and humiliates Bei Shan instead of killing Bei Shan. Its tolerance towards Bei Shan is too high.

But the evil ghost Beimian is also the most possessive of him. It wants Beishan to take care of him simply as a son, not as a man. It is best for him to be a well-behaved and docile wife with the evil ghost, and not to have any curiosity.

heart, otherwise you will be punished.

As for Beishan, a silly Baitian who knows nothing and doesn't even have a brain. His existence seems to be purely for Beimian's last words, to take good care of him.

There is only a statue of the god. As a statue of the mountain god, he stands high on the altar, and everything that happens in the temple can be seen by him.

"Did you see my husband when you left? Is he still okay?"

【……】

The statue stared at the young man, seeming to lament his hypocrisy.

The flowers of the crystal orchid are crystal clear, as pure and beautiful as a dream imagined by an innocent child, but its roots are rooted in the rotten mud.

When the statue was about to leave the scene of the fire, it heard the curse cursed by the evil spirit with deep hatred.

The wife betrayed it again and left with the monster without even looking at it.

The idol longs for everything the evil ghost has, and beneath the skin of the wood carving and clay sculpture is a jealousy that is about to stink.

The fire had burned to His feet, but He was watching Lan Min's leaving figure.

As expected, Lan Min never looked back.

The statue understood. It turned out that the evil ghost had never owned Lan Mo.

"I forgot, you can't speak." Lan Min said.

The white-haired young man said this, but his expression didn't look like he had forgotten at all.

"Can you write?" Lan Min asked.

The statue nodded slowly and knew how to write.

Lan Min's eyes were bent, so long as he could write. There was thick incense ashes in the incense burner on the altar. Lan Min poured the ashes on the red silk and spread it evenly.

"If you want to say anything, just write it here."

The tall statue squatted down, and the red silk behind him slipped. He wanted to turn back to pick it up, but was stopped by Lan Min's gaze.

The statue clumsily writes on the ashes with one finger.

He wrote very slowly, but the structure of the words was beautiful, simple, thick, and very grand.

【It's coming soon】

Lan Min glanced at the sky outside. The sun was already setting and it was getting dark.

[After dark, I can’t beat it]

Lan Min saw with his own eyes that the statue was barely on par with the evil ghost during the day, and even the evil ghost was slightly better than him. He understood that what the statue wrote was true.

The statue looked at Lan Min. The young man put one hand on the ground and sat cross-legged next to the red silk. He supported his chin with the other hand and looked down at the words He wrote on the ashes, very seriously.

"I don't want to die." The young man sighed, his beautiful eyebrows a little tired. He looked at Him and asked doubtfully: "You are a statue. In the story, can't the statues suppress evil spirits?"

【……】

【You hate it】

Lan Min shook his head, "I don't hate it, but I want it to disappear from my life."

"It always thinks of itself as my husband and does some ridiculous things." Lan Min said softly, "but it is not my husband at all, and I am not its wife."

He suddenly turned his head and looked at the red sedan on the altar. The dark and gloomy face of the statue turned with his gaze, and the golden eyes stopped turning.

"Ha." Lan Min smiled softly. "You put the sedan chair I sat in on the altar. What were you thinking?"

The dark fingers of the statue were submerged in the incense ash, and the body remained motionless, feeling an inexplicable sense of shame.

The white-haired young man said in a joking tone, "Are you thinking about me marrying you in a red sedan chair? It turns out that God also loves fantasy."

He leaned close to the ear of the statue, smelled the rich sandalwood incense, and chuckled: "Does the god also want to be my husband?"

The statue suddenly clenched the red silk tightly, and the incense ashes flew up and down, sprinkling on His hands.

【think】

"But you can't." His tone was slow and cold.

The statue's golden eyes flickered, and its fingers drew traces on the incense ashes: [Why]

Lan Min stopped laughing and said seriously: "You don't have an ID card."

"Only those who apply for a marriage certificate with their ID cards are husband and wife."

"Have you?"

【No】

After finishing writing about the statue, he added, "It doesn't exist either, it's not your husband."

They are all shady.

Lan Min's expression did not change. His own ID card was burned. How could he and the evil ghost have a marriage certificate?

"Can you carry me to the altar?" Lan Min said.

The altar is very high, and Lan Min is sure that he can't go up. But even if he can go up, he will let the statue carry him up. He is on the altar, but the statue is below, and the statue personally carries him up.

ha.

The statue did not move for a long time. Lan Min raised his head in confusion. The statue was facing him, and the golden eyes slowly overflowed with dark liquid. It seemed that he was enduring something. His waist full of cracks had a pair of nails protruding from the back.

Bronze arms.

Beishan didn't come out completely, he only stretched out two arms.

【I'm coming】

The bronze fingers were still stained with mucus and stained with countless incense ash, and finally wrote these two words.

The statue also moved at this moment.

Lan Min lowered his eyes, and there were two more hands of different colors on his wrist.

One is cold and the other is hot.

They all had incense ash on their hands and left fingerprints on his wrist.
Chapter completed!