Gorgeous murals fill the grottoes, hazy moonlight falls on them, and the colors on the murals are re-colored, so bright that they are terrifying.

The mural became brighter inch by inch. When the moonlight brushed past the green hanging coffin of the mountain god buried on the mural, the entire grotto swayed.

After a loud bang, the burning green hanging coffin fell out of the mural on the top of the cave.

The evil monster who had just crawled out of the statue had not had time to carry his beloved wife into his arms and was very warm, but was smashed by a coffin with sparks that suddenly fell from the top of his head.

The green coffin is full of traces of burning fire, and there is also smooth sesame oil used to worship gods on the surface. The remaining fire is still burning. These are all masterpieces of Beishan. At this time, the coffin is pressed on the waist of Beishan and presses it tightly under the altar.

The muscles on Beishan's back were burning sounds.

This scene is dramatic, and Lan Ming feels like the big curtain opens the appearance of demons and monsters.

"ha."

Lan Ming's face was pale on the altar, and his lips were covered with unhealthy purple. He couldn't help laughing as he looked at this scene.

Lanming often smiles like this in reality. When he sees colorful clips appearing on the theater stage, he will smile as enjoyable as he is now.

It was still too cold. Lan Ming smiled and wrapped the red silk tightly on his body.

The evil ghost pushed open the lid of the coffin.

His description is much more miserable than before. His head, which was originally obedient and combed to his back, was found to be messy on his shoulders, and his smooth hair was curled up in a mess by fire.

The fire ignited by the incense oil used to sacrifice to gods is not completely harming the evil ghost. The most obvious damage is that the evil ghost's pale and handsome face has a few more burning marks branded by Mars. Downwards, the evil ghost's neat and straight dress has a few more holes, and the uppers of the leather shoes are covered with ashes.

"baby……".

It stepped out of the coffin gracefully and slowly, and the trouser legs on its right leg shook slightly empty, and under the illumination of the moonlight and the pearls, a piece of glowing pale leg bones appeared.

"You seem to be doing a bad life without me."

The evil ghost's golden eyes stared at Lan Ming, and the corners of his mouth were torn apart a little. Those resentful curses and the severe cold that came with it seemed that they did not exist. They just simply pity their suffering wife.

The white-haired young man under the layers of red silk drooped his head and his shoulders trembled slightly, and the evil ghost could not see his expression clearly.

Until a hand that was so pale that it clearly showed blue-purple blood vessels dropped down from the altar and grabbed the only source of heat in the ice-like grotto.

"Beishan..." The soft cry of a white-haired young man spoke from his mouth.

He didn't look at it, as if it was some kind of garbage.

The evil ghost forced the laughter to freeze on the corner of his mouth, stiff and miserable, like a smile cut by a knife. It appeared like the protagonist, but the only audience proved that it was a clown, and it was a clown who no one laughed after telling a joke.

"Why!"

The elegant disguise was torn off randomly. The evil ghost stepped on Beishan's back and leaned forward, falling into madness like a wild dog who was acting obedient but was punched by someone, roaring in anger.

"Hushi...Hushi"

Beishan supported the ground with both hands, and the muscles on his back continued to rise and fall, and the heat turned into white mist and spread into air from its pores. He raised his head, and the bright red and hot snake letter wrapped around Lan Ming's index finger like a response.

"roll--"

The muscles on the waist of Beishan twisted hard, and the golden green scales spread out. It turned half a circle to the ground, and the coffin pressing against its body fell down with a bang.

Beishan grabbed the evil ghost's leg bone, dragged it, and swung it towards the stone wall.

Dong!

There is an evil ghost-shaped depression on the stone wall.

"You cut off my head!"

Beishan roared, his golden eyes burned with flames, and he smashed the evil ghosts into it, and the cave was shaking constantly, and gravels fell from it.

"Let me be your son!"

Beishan grabbed the evil ghost sunken inside again, hit the other wall, and punched him again.

"You - Ba - Zhan - my - wife"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The evil ghost's handsome face was broken, his hair was covered in messy eyes, and bleeding from the corners of his lips ignored Beishan, who was beating it, tilted his head to look at Lan Ming, who was quietly lying on the altar, and kept laughing in a hoarse voice, "Dear, don't you look at me? You hate me so much, don't you want to see my miserable appearance?"

Lan Ming finally made a move, his red eyes slowly turned, looking at the evil ghost who was in a state of embarrassment like before. At the moment of looking at each other, the evil ghost found himself as excited as a masochist.

"You... are very cold." The evil ghost's voice trembled, and when he saw Lan Ming nodding lightly.

Responded, actually responded!

What surprised the evil spirit even more was that Lan Ming moved his lips slightly and spit out three words.

"You... are so bad."

The white-haired young man was covered with pain and tried his best to endure it.

The evil ghost's pupils dilated, and he was so happy that he was about to spasm, so that it was a happy voice, but it made a sound like a trembling Adam's apple, but it was extremely painful.

It wanted to show calmness, as it usually did, but because it tried hard to win the favor of its wife, it became incoherent, "Yes, it was me who made you, you are too unbearable, you are too bad, my dear, I am your husband, how can you be so indifferent to me..."

It had long lost its sovereignty. As long as the white-haired youth gave it a little pitiful pity, it forgave him and tried its best to please him.

"But I won't blame you..." said the evil ghost. Its bloody eyebrows and eyes looked at his wife on the altar, "I forgive you..."

"Don't look at him!" The violent evil monster interrupted the evil ghost and gritted his teeth, "He is mine!"

"Your?" The evil ghost glanced at Beishan with contempt and sneered.

On the stone wall, the bloody evil spirit suddenly disappeared.

Tick--

The cold ghost blood dripped on Lan Ming's forehead and then flowed to the middle of his eyebrows.

The evil ghost appeared behind Lan Ming's back, and his pale hands stretched out from his broken cuffs, hugging Lan Ming.

"sorry."

The temperature around Lanming slowly rose, and this force that was contrary to the evil ghost itself made the evil ghost's face look painful.

"Dear, don't want Beishan." The evil ghost endured the pain of being burned by the sun, "Beishan is OK, so can I."

The evil ghost's dark nails hooked layers of red silk, making Lan Ming, who was hiding inside, reveal it, and asked seriously: "Okay?"

Lan Ming looked at the evil ghost, "No."

He smiled at the evil ghost, "Beishan, save me quickly."

[The skill ghost domain has been activated, and the space within half a meter of surrounding is under your control.]

[The skill evil transformation has been activated, and the control range of the ghost domain has been increased to 09 meters.]

Beishan rushed over and jumped onto the altar. When it wanted to catch the evil ghost and throw it away far away from the evil ghost, it found that its upper body could no longer move.

It looked in astonishment at the gray-haired young man whose smile slowly grew.

"Lan-Ming?"
Chapter completed!