I continued: "That story is actually not complete, or in other words, it is not the same as what happened back then. The man named Tian Qiuyang married not a ghost, but a resentful corpse that is more powerful than the ghost."

"Now, you are sitting next to a resentful corpse. You have to be careful!"

Zhao Yuezhu, who was holding her breath, opened her mouth and wanted to scold me. As soon as she opened her mouth, she held back the breath again. She didn't dare to curse now. She was afraid that when she opened her mouth, the resentment corpse would move.

Zhao Yuezhu had just held in his breath for a few seconds when he heard a wheezing sound coming from beside him. Zhao Yuezhu could feel the bride's nose twitching through her hijab.

Cold sweat suddenly flowed from Zhao Yuezhu's head.

I said outside: "Are you holding your breath? Don't hold it! Once you hold your breath, a dead person will move without being able to breathe in Yang Qi."

"Wait a moment and see if the nails on her hands have grown longer. If so, tie them with the red rope quickly!"

Zhao Yuezhu looked at the dead man's hand and almost burst into tears. Not only did the corpse's nails grow several inches out of thin air, but all the nails seemed to be stained with a layer of black and red color.

Zhao Yuezhu tied the red thread around the hand of the resentful corpse with all his hands, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

I then said something else: "Look carefully, is the red rope on her hand fastened tightly? If not, you have to be careful. If she breaks the rope, she will pinch your neck."

As soon as I finished speaking, Zhao Yuezhu heard a snap beside him.

The red rope was broken by the dead?

Zhao Yuezhu suddenly shivered, and when Zhao Yuezhu wanted to look back, there was another sound beside him.

Two of the red ropes were broken!

Zhao Yuezhu's first reaction was to jump out of the car.

Before she could ask me to open the door, I already knew what Zhao Yuezhu was going to do.

I didn't wait for Zhao Yuezhu to move before I said: "Don't jump out. If you turn around and let the dead man choke his neck from behind, you will be completely hopeless."

Zhao Yuezhu wanted to turn around, but when I said that, goosebumps appeared on his back, so he dared to turn around.

Zhao Yuezhu turned his head to look at the bride. The bride's hijab slipped down at some point, revealing a pale but delicate face, coupled with dark red hair, which made people feel indescribably weird.

When Zhao Yuezhu was so frightened that he almost screamed, the bride suddenly raised her hand and clamped Zhao Yuezhu's neck. The breath that Zhao Yuezhu had been holding back was released uncontrollably, and the bride also opened her mouth and sucked it back in.

Had two bites.

I said from outside: "Are you discouraged? Then hold her and suck her back in, and suck hard. If you don't suck the yang energy back, your life will be gone."

At that time, Zhao Yuezhu couldn't care less about whether my words were reliable. He hugged the bride's head from behind with both hands, pushed forward with all his strength, put his mouth on the other's cold lips, and sucked in air with all his strength.

Zhao Yuezhu didn't know if he was inhaling Yang Qi, but he felt that the cold wind with the smell of blood was pouring into his stomach. His intestines were frozen, and his stomach hurt.

I also narrowed my eyes slightly at this time: What is supposed to happen is about to happen!

As soon as I stepped onto the Tiantian Bridge after pulling the carriage ladder, I saw two figures over two meters tall appearing side by side on the bridge. One was carrying a cartwheel ax on his shoulder, and the other was carrying a long-handled pumpkin hammer.

The cold light of an ax and a hammer crisscrossed in the air, illuminating the faces of the two people from the side. Although their faces were slightly pale, they had a coldness that looked like metal.

What's even more frightening is that each of them is wearing a yellow turban on their head and yellow shorts.

My eyes suddenly condensed: "Yellow Turban Warrior!"

The person who trapped the resentful corpse back then was so talented that he was able to recruit yellow scarf warriors to guard the crossing and prevent the resentful corpse from going down the mountain.

Just as my heart was shaking, the horse pulling the cart also stopped, snoring repeatedly and refusing to take another step forward.

The horse also felt danger! Even if I blindfolded it, it could still feel the killing intent.

The two yellow turban warriors were filled with murderous aura, like tigers and wolves, and the horses naturally did not dare to move forward!

Just when I was about to whip my horse up, a thought suddenly flashed through my mind: No! This is not the Yellow Turban Warrior.

The yellow scarf warriors recruited by Taoist masters are low-level gods and cannot carry such strong murderous intent.

This is not a yellow turban warrior, but a zombie cultivated by someone using evil magic!

While my thoughts were still spinning, the two yellow scarf warriors roared like giant apes at the same time. The yellow scarf warriors' fangs were exposed, and the sound with the smell of blood came from ten meters away.

The horse pulling the cart was about to kneel down when its legs became weak. I suddenly pulled the reins to pull the horse up. At the same time, I activated the two talismans attached to the horse's head, blocking the horse's hearing. I looked coldly at the distance.

Yellow turban warrior.

The yellow scarf warriors are by no means the last pass on the bridge. The two yellow scarf warriors are not immortal officials. They can block carriages but not ghosts.

There must be a killer move on the overpass!
Chapter completed!