Ghost husband knocks on the door at night: Obediently marry

The elevator door opened slowly, and it was pitch black outside. About ten meters away, there was a white curtain blocking the line of sight.

The doorman was still grinning, maintaining a weird smile, and led the way with a little bouncing: "Miss arranges that you will wait in the casino for a while."

Mo Yimo, who was following in the footsteps, suddenly stopped: "What does she want to do?"

"Miss probably means that you might be interested in playing a few games?" The doorman's tone was somewhat casual and uncertain.

"It's messing around again." Mo Yimo's face was calm, and his voice didn't fluctuate, but it was obvious that he was holding back his anger.

"Master, do you want to..." The middle-aged man leaned forward slightly and asked in a low voice.

Mo Yimo raised his hand to signal him to shut up: "Since this is Xingding, let's do as she wants."

The doorman had already pulled back a corner of the curtain: "Young Master, please come in?"

"Ah..." Nao, who had been hiding behind the middle-aged man, suddenly exclaimed, and then quickly covered her mouth.

It's just that those eyes are full of fear and uneasiness.

"What did you see?" Mo Yimo walked out of the opened curtain first, and his vision suddenly became brighter.

He turned his head to look at Na Xu who followed him, his eyes showed a very decisive calmness.

"Nao, can you tell the difference?" The middle-aged man looked at the magnificent hall in front of him, crossed his hands in his sleeves, and gritted his teeth twice.

The world in front of my eyes is completely different from the darkness outside the curtain.

The size of this hall is that one cannot see the other side at a glance, and the distance between the ceiling and the ground is more than [-] meters.

"I can distinguish part of it..." Nao replied in a low voice, the voice could barely be heard by the two people next to him in the noisy environment.

The middle-aged man sighed, and shrugged his shoulders at Mo Yimo: "Walk forward?"

Mo Yimo didn't speak, but moved his gaze forward.

The floor of the hall has a jet-black background, and gold wires are embedded to form arabesques; here, gemstones of various colors and materials are all polished and smoothed, and inlaid on the gold wires.

These floors covered with gold wires are unique because of the different patterns and the intricate layout of gemstones.

Looking at the ceiling again, it is a large piece of complete golden relief, depicting various unnamed characters, with hideous or laughing expressions, exquisitely crafted like a living person.

Especially in the center of the ceiling, a continuously rotating circular relief is created, and the pattern is the smiling face of the clown all over the casino.

This kind of luxurious and exaggerated decoration makes people feel that they are going to be blinded by the golden light when they see it for the first time.

Mo Yimo couldn't understand, how could someone stay in this kind of room?
Between the golden ceiling and the equally golden floor is the VIP entertainment room with the highest specification in the entire Star Top Casino.

The huge space is neatly divided into many small areas, separating many entertainment projects.

But no matter which area, you can see countless people.

Compared with the ordinary entertainment room downstairs, these people are dressed up and invested more chips.

But in Mo Yimo's view, there is no difference.

Crying when you lose money, cheers when you win money, mad cursing when you are unhappy, dancing and singing when you are lucky... As long as you are a human being, these primitive reactions will exist.

"Ah, that uncle!" Nao suddenly screamed, and then tightly grabbed the middle-aged man's sleeve: "Behind him..."

Mo Yimo and the middle-aged man cast their eyes in the direction Nao was looking at at the same time.

I saw a fat man in a striped suit, with his stomach full, confidently pushing out the pile of chips in front of him.

"There is a young boy behind him, and he put his hand on his shoulder!" Nasu growled, and at the same time, he tightened his grip on the middle-aged man.

Mo Yimo looked at the fat man indifferently, he couldn't see the so-called "young boy" that Nasu described.

But he showed a knowing expression.

"It's really pitiful." A sneer floated on the face of the middle-aged man: "I don't know how to leave myself a way out."

"Maybe I won too smoothly before." Mo Yimo looked at the chips expressionlessly: "You think your luck is coming?"

"This person has no aura of wealth and honor, and the bargaining chip will not be his capital." The middle-aged man raised a hand and scratched his chin: "If you lose this one, you will probably go bankrupt."

As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of exclamation from the gambling table on the fat man's side.

The fat man suddenly became ashen-faced from being full of confidence just now.

He threw his eyes wide open on the table, staring straight at the three dice not far away.

"Ah, that young boy disappeared!" Nao blinked: "Master, do we really want to move forward?"

"I can't stand here forever." Mo Yimo didn't need to turn his head to feel that beyond the curtain behind him, the doorman with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks was still quietly waiting.

"Don't worry, the young master is here." The middle-aged man raised his hand and patted the back of Nasu's head: "It will be fine."

"Huian." Mo Yimo said suddenly, "Take Naxu and stand beside me."

The middle-aged man froze for a moment: "You just..."

"I called your name." Mo Yi said without looking back, his eyes scanned the entire entertainment room back and forth, as if he was looking for something.

"Ah." The middle-aged man looked quite helpless, he rubbed his eyes, and then patted his cheek twice.

Two seconds later, the tired and lazy look on his face disappeared completely: "Remember to give me a day off when you go back."

Nao blinked, looked at the energetic middle-aged man in front of him, and suddenly smiled: "Uncle Huaian, you look handsome like this."

"Little girl, don't get lost." The middle-aged man called Huai'an finally lowered his head and smiled slightly: "This is no joke."

"Ah, yes!" Nao seemed much more relieved, she straightened her hairband and pulled the sweater jacket evenly.

Mo Yimo walked into various areas, shuttling back and forth among many guests.

"When will Missy come?" Nao asked Xiang Huai'an, completely oblivious to the fact that someone was watching sideways.

"I don't know." Huai'an noticed the strange eyes of others, and while walking forward, he told Nao: "Be careful what you say."

Nao reacted belatedly, covered her mouth in panic, looked left and right, and then nodded seriously to Huai An.

Mo Yimo didn't seem to care what happened around him.

As he walked slowly, he kept looking at the golden standing clocks next to the entertainment tables.

"It's almost eleven o'clock." Nao noticed his gaze, so he couldn't help but glanced at him, and then he was a little surprised: "It's so late..."

"It's time to come." Huai'an half-lidded, and suddenly returned to a lazy look, very leisurely looking at the emotional crowd on both sides: "Missy really knows the time."

The moment the clock struck eleven o'clock, at the other end of City C, Cheng Moxun suddenly woke up from his sleep.

She raised her head and looked at Xu Ziyu who was holding her to sleep. She couldn't help but want to touch that slightly frowning sleeping face.

But suddenly, a white figure flashed beside the bed, causing her to tremble uncontrollably, and stopped her movements.

"It's really troublesome." Pear Blossom Jing complained while stretching her limbs: "That one named Ruan Ruan doesn't worry at all."

"What's wrong with her?" Cheng Moxun asked in surprise, and then looked nervously at Xu Ziyu.

Xu Ziyu just frowned a little deeper, rubbed his head against the pillow, and continued to fall asleep.

"It's a long story." Li Huajing glanced at Xu Ziyu's back, and shrugged at Cheng Moxun: "This guy hasn't slept well all day and all night."

"Huh?" Cheng Moxun's eyes widened, and he looked at Xu Ziyu in disbelief: "He..."

The voice was deliberately lowered, for fear of disturbing Xu Ziyu's sleep.

"I was not obliged to do anything for you." Pear Blossom Essence's body was floating in mid-air, flying around, "It's all to fulfill the duties of the ring."

"Why did you say this all of a sudden?" Cheng Moxun sat up slowly, slowly removed Xu Ziyu's hands resting on his waist, and covered him with a quilt.

She grabbed a thin shirt on the head of the bed, put it on her body, and then got out of bed and walked some distance.

"In order to be able to fulfill my duties, I have to start intervening in these things." Li Huajing looked a little helpless, and followed Cheng Moxun to the sofa in the distance.

"What's the matter?" Cheng Moxun sat on the sofa, picked up the kettle on the tea table, and poured himself a glass of water.

"All the things you have experienced." Li Huajing sighed, and stood firm opposite her: "I can't go on like this, my spiritual power is limited, and I will run out sooner or later."

Cheng Moxun paused when she drank water. She put down the water glass and looked at the pear blossom essence blankly: "This..."

She knew that the pear flower essence transferred most of her spiritual power to the ghost king for the ghost king to survive.

But the pear flower essence who has been by my side all the time, sheltering from the wind and rain and disintegrating difficulties, seems to have never shown the appearance of struggling.

She thought... the pear blossom essence would remain so peacefully and powerfully.

If the Pear Blossom Essence's spiritual power is exhausted...

Cheng Moxun was a little afraid to continue imagining. In her cognition, the survival of these ghosts depended on their own spiritual power.

If the spiritual power disappears, the ghost body will cease to exist, right?
Earlier, pear flower essence was ready to disappear.

The farewell to the ghost king at that time was transmitted into Cheng Moxun's mind when Cheng Moxun was resurrected.

"There are two choices now." Li Huajing interrupted her thinking, and said simply and neatly: "One is to allow Xu Ziyu to use my spiritual power, and the other is to allow Xu Ziyu and the ghost king to completely merge into one."