My Years as a Ghost Marriage Witness - Chapter 827

“Ancheng…” What kind of place is it?

The tea in the teacup is already cold. Xiaojin holds the teacup and looks out the window at the more intense darkness. She feels more uneasy. She is uneasy when she arrives at a strange place. What will greet them?

The cold tea poured into a flowerpot in full bloom on the window, and the blooming flower was immediately frozen into an ice flower. Then it fell to pieces.

The sky has changed from dark to sunny day, and our location has also changed from the train to a hotel. The room is full of fragrant flowers, which makes people sleep very comfortable. After I woke up for the first time, I felt relaxed. I got up, opened the window and looked out. In the past, my eyes were full of flowers. It was like a beautiful city of flowers, and there were many flowers I couldn’t name How can there be so many flowers? The white and blue beaked bird flew overhead, landed on the windowsill and combed its feathers. I felt its feathers curiously. The bird seemed to notice something and spread its wings to fly high into the sky.

“It’s a kind of crow peculiar to Ancheng. It’s a kind of bird that can only survive in Ancheng.” Someone came in. He was in the form of a human. With a smile on his face, “welcome home.”

Looking at his gentle smile, I also unconsciously smile, “Hmm!” Although I still can’t remember it now, it makes me very comfortable, a kind of The warmth of return.

“How’s it going? Do you remember anything? ” He sat aside and sat down.

“Mm-hmm ~” I shook my head and couldn’t remember anything, “but I feel comfortable here. I like it here.”

“Yes, you like it very much.” Du Han nodded. “Do you want to go out for a walk? Maybe I can remember something. ”

I hesitated, “what about Liuyun and Xiaojin?”

“Xiao Jin wants to see his master. Ling Yun takes him to the antique street to say hello.” Du Han replied.

“In the antique street I blinked in bewilderment.

Du Han shook his head. “No, if a stranger wants to enter the underworld, he must go through the gate of the underworld. The only gate of the underworld is in the antique street, and if he wants to contact the underworld, he also needs to go to the antique street.”

I looked out the window at the birds. “Antique street?” Is that where I came from?

“Do you want to see it?” Du Han asked.

“I…” I hesitated, “I’m afraid…” Now I don’t remember anything, know nothing about here, have nothing, afraid to meet those people in the past, I will be afraid.

Du Han said with a smile, “then go to other places and don’t stay here.”

“Well.” I nodded.

I pulled the windbreaker left by Lingyun at the head of the bed and put it on. The corner of the windbreaker is enough to wrap me up. Now it’s almost November. Although I can’t feel it, it’s better to wear more. The sleeve is a little long. I rolled it twice and went out with the cold.

It’s also a bustling city that has never been seen before. People come and go, and there are lots of traffic. Who can think that this is a city that includes people, ghosts, demons and demons. It’s an ordinary bustling city.

Trot forward two steps, directly floated up, curious here to see, there to see, everything is not much familiar, but also not strange. In front is a fountain square, but now the weather is cold, the fountain no longer spray water, a lot of white pigeons scattered on the square, with white jade and blue beaked birds in the middle of the fish eye mixed with white pigeons.

I squatted there and watched the birds eat. The dove jumped twice and flew in front of me. It seemed to be begging for food. I stretched out my hand and followed its feathers. It immediately fluttered its wings and flew away.

Duhan followed and handed me a bag of bird food. “Don’t make it too public. There’s no need to be outside here. Most people here can see you.”

I blinked, looked at Duhan, and then nodded. Yes, this is the so-called city of yin and Yang. It’s all because people here live so much like ordinary cities. “Can these birds see me, too? Did they fly here after they died? ”

“No,” Du Han sneered, “they are alive, but many animals are born with vision.”

“Oh,” I nodded, reached for a handful of bird food, and immediately flew over. A group of birds bit by bit in my palm.

There are many people playing and feeding in the square. After feeding a bag of bird food, I didn’t feed any more. I got up and looked up at the distant scenery. It’s really beautiful. It’s not like a place connecting hell, but stepping into the paradise of Eden, which makes people want to live here all their lives.

In the distance, a group of people in blue uniforms came up this way. “Who are those people? What’s the ceremony? Or activity? ”

Du Han also followed to see past, facial expression some tangle, how so not smooth, “is the guard of an city.”

“The guard?” I don’t understand, “police?”

“It’s about the same, but it’s not the same.” Du Han explained, “the guard is directly under Ancheng. It does not belong to the armed forces of the country. Even the leaders of the country can not command them.”

“Wow I couldn’t help exclaiming, “so bad.” Looking at that group of teams getting closer and closer, the leader was a man with shawl hair, with some handsome on his serious face. No wonder there were girls who kept making eyes at him all the way.Looking at them passing by, the leader glanced at me. Suddenly, he seemed to see something incredible. He suddenly widened his eyes. His steps unconsciously stopped and stopped in front of me.

“Girl?” He twitched his mouth, muttered a name, and the guards behind him stopped, all looking at me with a look of hell.

“You…” Who are you? I haven’t asked, the man without saying a word, a hand will hold me, arms tight as if to rub me into the body.

Very warm, very hot body temperature burning in the body, which I have never had, he held very tightly, but I felt a burst of discomfort, inexplicable disharmony, we seem to know each other, but it should not be like this.

“You Who are you? ” I asked in his arms.

I felt the person holding me tremble, then slowly let me go, “you…”

“Cough.” Du Han coughed, “she’s dead. Now she’s a spirit. Her memory is gone.”

The man looked at Duhan, looked down at me, reached out and touched my face, “don’t you remember? It doesn’t matter. Just come back, girl. Just come back. ”

“Well,” I nodded.