Her beauty is natural, her eyebrows and eyes are as curved as the crescent moon on a distant mountain, her lips are as red as the abyss, and her cheeks are as white as snow.

A blue silk shawl and a swaying wedding dress, how can they be found in this world?

"My bride is a fierce ghost."

Lin Qian walked forward, the darkness ahead surged, and footsteps sounded around him.

He spoke and answered the girl's question simply and clearly.

The footsteps in the darkness were dull, Lin Qian's eyes were calm, he was walking in the darkness, the red light was bright, and the bride was beautiful.

"Bride?! Ghost?!" The girl looked at Lin Qian and the strange bride in shock, her eyes full of confusion.

The bride is extremely beautiful, not like a human being, with picturesque features, but is she a ghost?

The girl looked at Lin Qian blankly, recalling what Lin Qian had just said in her mind.

He has never liked anyone before, because he fell in love with a fierce ghost.

Ghost? The girl's lips trembled, and her expression was somewhat silent.

Darkness surged, and a limping figure came out of the darkness.

Its face is covered with blue-black eyeballs that rotate on its face, and it has no mouth or nose.

It's a doll...

Lin Qian's eyes became dark as he looked at this extremely familiar ghost.

The girl shrank, looking at the doll with fear on her face.

"Lin...Brother Lin, is this a ghost?!" The girl clutched Lin Qian's clothes tightly, her body trembling.

She was scared, frightened, and disappointed. She wanted to cry...

"It's just a ghost. You'll see more of it later."

Lin Qian patted the girl's head, sighed and comforted her.

A pale arm appeared from the darkness, and the coldness dissipated. The starving ghost grabbed the doll's neck and dragged it directly into the darkness.

Lin Qian walked forward expressionlessly. Under the protection of the red umbrella, the girl was safe.

Feeling the palm on her head, the girl felt a little aggrieved, but also felt a little relieved.

She looked at the young man next to her. She was a little hesitant, but she saw the bride's wedding dress and the hand holding Lin Qian's.

She bit her lip and said with a pleading expression:

"Brother Lin, Xiaorou likes you."

In the darkness, terror prevails. The red umbrella is the only alien in the darkness, and it tears through the darkness.

The girl's voice sounded in the small red umbrella, and Lin Qian sighed, with a somewhat helpless expression.

"I know."

Lin Qian rubbed Xiaorou's head, looked at the darkness ahead, and spoke softly.

In the darkness, mist suddenly appeared, and a figure emerged.

An old straw rope was floating in the air, and a corpse was hung in the air by the straw rope.

"Ghost missions...are really based on the ghosts or ghost masters I've seen."

"Interesting, but not much." Lin Qian's eyes flickered slightly.

He looked at the corpse. The corpse looked exactly like Wei Jing, no difference at all.

The straw rope fluttered in the air, and the ghost slowly touched the ground. Footsteps sounded, and the ghost walked towards him.

The girl looked up at Lin Qian, with tears in her eyes:

"Brother Lin, do you dislike Xiaorou?"

Terror was approaching, it was cold and cold, but the girl didn't seem to care about it.

She only had eyes for the young man wearing a red trench coat next to her.

"It's okay if you don't hate it." Lin Qian rubbed the little girl's head, then looked forward, thought for a while and said.

The ghosts were approaching, footsteps came and went, Lin Qian's eyes darkened, and in the darkness, pairs of bloody holes appeared.

The terrifying starving ghosts swarmed towards the ghosts, and the ghosts collided with each other. In an instant, the ghosts disappeared.

The counterfeit and copied ghosts are not real ghosts after all, and supernatural ghosts are not as scary as real ghosts.

The scarlet holes are densely packed in the darkness, just like small lanterns.

The girl grabbed the hem of Lin Qian's clothes and walked in this different world. She looked at Lin Qian and was a little silent.

I don’t hate it, but I don’t like it either…

"I'm not a living person, so I can't like a living person. You can understand this. You are very nice, but I..."

Lin Qian glanced at the girl. The girl's mood was very complicated at the moment. She didn't get the answer she wanted.

The girl clutched Lin Qian's windbreaker tightly, lowered her head and said nothing.

But suddenly, she looked up and looked at Lin Qian, and a smile suddenly appeared on her face:

"It doesn't matter. It's okay if Xiaorou likes Brother Lin. It doesn't matter if Brother Lin doesn't like Xiaorou. It doesn't matter..."

Tears fell, and Lin Qian's eyes shrank slightly. He looked at the little girl who was smiling and crying, feeling a little silent in his heart.

"Just like it if you like it, as long as I don't hate it." Lin Qian thought in her heart.

He took his hand away from the girl's head, and the ominous situation ahead began to gather.

Shilin Ancient Town has changed greatly now, with gloomy houses and moss-covered roads.

The black and gloomy creek flows slowly, and the stench of corpses and terror are gathering.

The footsteps in the darkness were terrifying, and the sound of armor clashing made Lin Qian raise his eyebrows.

"Mr. Wu An also copied it?"

Lin Qian looked in one direction, and a tall figure wearing bronze armor came from the darkness.

Behind him is a cyan world, with corpses twisting and crawling on the ground.

Those are the slaves of evil spirits.

Seeing this scene, Mou Xinrou became extremely panicked. She clutched Lin Qian's clothes tightly, her white palms covered with sweat.

"Brother Lin...that's also a fierce ghost?!"

The girl trembled as she looked at the oncoming figure in front of her. The collision of armor was dull and terrifying. The corpse following the figure made the tears on the girl's face stop.

She pressed against Lin Qian tightly, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Lin Qian glanced at the girl's delicate body, thought for a moment and said nothing. He held the bride's hand and walked forward.

Fierce ghosts were rampant, armors clashed, corpses crawled, and a darkness swept over.

The red light on the red umbrella came into contact with the darkness, the coldness filled the air, and the supernatural began to fight.

Lin Qian looked at all this, his expression moved slightly, and he turned his head to look in one direction:

"The ghosts in the ghost prison are also copied? This thing is really scary."

In the dim world, cyan mist is surging, and dense footsteps are chaotic in the darkness.

Lin Qian walked towards Wu Anjun with an expressionless face. The girl hugged Lin Qian tightly and followed his footsteps, looking extremely nervous.

The girl looked very scared, like a little sheep caught in a pack of wolves, but Lin Qian always felt that she was not afraid of this. She seemed to enjoy the situation, especially after she hugged his arm.

The bronze armor looks very oppressive, and the twisted and crawling ghost slaves behind the ghost are extremely terrifying and infiltrating.

Supernatural things were colliding and horrors were blending, but Lin Qian didn't care about it. He walked towards the evil ghost.

A coldness emerged from Lin Qian:

"You can die."

The coldness suddenly erupted, the ghost suddenly shattered, and the ghost slave disappeared in an instant.

Lin Qian walked through the darkness and walked towards the river. Red straw floated in the sky. The straws looked like dandelions blown by the wind, which looked very beautiful.

But just for a moment, a white flame appeared, and the cold white light illuminated the darkness.

The straw burned, and the ashes fell from the sky into the darkness.

The starving ghost pounced on the tall figure hidden in the darkness. It was a copy of the evil ghost in the ghost prison.

The degree of terror is limited, and the starving ghost can be easily eliminated.

Ignoring the evil ghosts around him, they were all copied from his memory.

The level of horror is extremely low, it just looks scary.

After walking along the bluestone road, Lin Qian came to the small bridge. He looked at a figure standing on the small bridge and his expression moved slightly.

Seemingly noticing the arrival of Lin Qian and the others, the man turned his head and looked over. The rusty long sword on his waist was very conspicuous.
To be continued...