(BL)(MTL)Wearing the white moonlight of the two dead

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

    The voice was full of sarcasm.

    When the resentment suddenly froze, Ji Hui raised his eyes and looked at the mud like a fox, turned his hand and shook off the black thread wrapped around his wrist.

    The originally tightly entangled resentment seemed to be cut off by something, and when it touched his wedding dress, it scattered like a ridiculous dust that was not worth mentioning.

    The expression of the mud like a fox changed slightly, but it was restricted and could not shoot again.

    I can only watch the resentment being broken free, and the eyes are angry and resentful.

    Jing Cen didn't know what happened just now, but just felt that the front of the hall seemed to be a lot colder, and the skin seemed to be mixed with ice slag.

    But in just one minute, the coldness that made the soles of the feet shiver faded away, and there was nothing.

    The hall was even brighter than before.

    Ji turned around and looked at Jing Cen.

    "Are there any wet wipes?"

    Jing Cen:...?

    He was inexplicable in his heart, but he still went to his bag to get a pack of wet tissues. Finally, I couldn't help asking when I saw that there was one less paper towel, as if it was taken away by something.

    "Just now..."

    What happened just now?

    Why is it suddenly cold?

    Of course Ji Hui knew what he was going to ask. After wiping his wrist lightly, he smiled and said, "It's nothing."

    "It's just that the god statue has manifested itself." The

    god statue manifested itself?

    What is this called?

    It was rare for Jing Cen to be choked by others. When he turned his head and saw the eerie statue of a human-faced fox, he shivered slightly.

    But he soon realized that nothing had happened to him.

    Was it that the idol didn't attack him just now, or...?

    After Ji Hui wiped his hands, he answered Jing Cen's doubts with a half-smile.

    "Speaking of which, I protected you again just now."

    "You can write it down."

    Jing Cen just wanted to refute, but instinctively he couldn't tell the other party, so he swallowed with a gloomy brow.

    It was clearly the spirit behind him who made him reveal the idol, and it was because of him that he couldn't be happy.

    However, Jing Cen told himself to endure, there is no need to bother with ghosts. He frowned and asked, "When can we leave?" The

    mountain road was blocked by torrential rain, and there was no electricity or signal here, so it was impossible to ask for help. Jing Cen had never been so eager to leave this ghost place.

    Ji Hui is not in a hurry.

    "Wait a minute."

    He looked up at the statue that had returned to normal.