Pluto entangles marriage: this night is not too cold

I rubbed my eyes subconsciously, and the red seemed to disappear again.

What's wrong with this tonight, constant hallucinations?

Also, do we have to talk about this in the middle of the night?

But facing the pitiful appearance of the young man, he couldn't get angry at all.

"Xiao Luo, I really don't know how to do it." I tried to comfort him, but he just swept my hand away, and his voice rose an octave in vain.

"Gu Anzhi! Why do you have to lie to me?"

"Every time she invites those "ghosts" to get on her body, she will put spells all over her body, and I will always watch from the side! It's the one you drew! Why, you won't help me
Ronaldinho's voice became louder and louder, but the more I heard it, the colder I felt.

Because in my family, there is also someone who likes to deal with the dead, that is my grandfather, a well-known tailor in Yanjing City, his craftsmanship can be called a powerful industry, high-ranking officials and nobles, down-to-earth From ordinary people, they are all his regular customers.

It's just that he only makes clothes for the dead, not the living.

And whenever I see him, he always looks at me with a very strange look, as if looking at others through me, then shakes his head and doesn't say anything.

He never allowed me to enter his tailor shop, always saying that this is not the place for me.

So except during the holidays, when my mother asks me to give some new year gifts, I basically don't deal with my grandpa.

I always thought it was grandpa who didn't love me, but my aunt said that grandpa didn't come close to me, but he was actually protecting me, although I didn't know why.

"But I really don't know how to do it, why don't you." I just wanted to say whether I should take him to find grandpa when I get off work.

But Xiao Luo suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the waste paper in my hand, and quickly ran to the end door where I was standing just now.

While running, he shouted heart-piercingly: "Grandma, grandma!"

Ronaldinho rushed out too fast, and when I ran over with the flashlight, he was lying on the end door in a dazed state, with both hands tightly clutching the horizontal bar, all the blood vessels in his body were swollen, his face It is even more blue.

"Xiao Luo."

I stretched out my hand and gently put it on his shoulder, and my body trembled uncontrollably. The white lantern that had just disappeared appeared again, just floating in the air, not going up or down, as if it was saying something in the leaflet. breath.

"Anzhi, I'm guilty"

"Help.Help me"

A face that was young just now is now covered with wrinkles.

Two lines of blood and tears trickled out of his eyes, soon staining his entire face red.

The hoarse voice came from the chapped lips. Was it possessed?Could it be that the spell I drew at random really worked?
I wanted to leave subconsciously, but my feet seemed to be rooted, and I couldn't move an inch.

Seemingly seeing my panic, those bloody eyes turned away, and a large amount of blood gushed out again, covering his entire face.

And at this moment, my nerves were extremely tense, and every pore in my body was trembling.

"No, don't be afraid."

"I'm Xiao Luo's grandma."

"Xiao Luo's grandma?" Isn't Xiao Luo's grandma dead?Don't people go to reincarnation after death?How could he still possess his own grandson.

"Yeah. Help me, I really know I'm wrong"
"I beg you, even death is fine."

Following her words, blood began to protrude from Ronaldinho's mouth and ears, which was terrifying.

I'm so surprised, isn't she already dead?Why do you still say that?And I'm just an ordinary person, how can I help her?
"I, how can I help you?"

In order to make the weird scene in front of my eyes disappear quickly, I bit the bullet and asked.

"Send them away."

It seems that Grandma Luo's upper body is also a very strenuous task. Every word she speaks is extremely slow, like a bellows that is about to fall apart.

I want to ask who this "they" are, but all I can see are He and Ronaldinho.Could it be that there is something here that I can't see?

"it it is"

However, before the latter words were finished, the candle in the tunnel was extinguished.

The old voice stopped abruptly, and Ronaldinho's young face came back again, and no trace of wrinkles could be found at all.