A Genius and a God Fell In Love

Qian Xia said coldly: "Then step back and don't disturb Nangong."

He Yu whispered: "Yanzi, come here quickly, we two useless queens, don't affect the two girls."

Qian Xia gave him a cold look and turned around.

He Yu:? ? ?

What did he do again? He didn't do anything, right? !

Nangong Nan walked to the old lady's door. Without knocking, he raised his hand and pushed it.

"Crack" the door opened.

A biting coldness hit her face, an inaudible buzzing sound came from her ears, and the overwhelming darkness and coldness were like a big hand hidden in the darkness, pulling her into the room.

At the same time, Nangong Nan also saw the scene inside the house.

The players fell to the ground in confusion, closing their eyes tightly and motionless, not knowing whether they were fainted or dead.

The remaining few are working very hard.

There are those who clean the tables, those who sweep the floors, those who make the beds, and those who sit at the round table and sew clothes.

Everyone's expressions were very strange, including fear, anger and humiliation.

"What's wrong? What's the situation inside?"

He Yu couldn't help but walked over and could easily see the scene inside the house due to his height.

"I go."

He exclaimed in a low voice, "What are you doing here? How did a supernatural movie turn into house cleaning?"

The players in the room looked overjoyed when they saw them, as if they had finally seen their savior.

Their expressions went from complex and varied to one expression of longing for them to step in and save them.

Although they were anxious and unbearable, no one said anything, and no one dared to put down what they were doing.

They seemed to be afraid of something and could only express it with their expressions.

The shirt-sewing man had been pricked several times by needles, and his left hand was full of needle holes.

He was so angry that his teeth were almost broken, but he did not dare to put down what he was doing, nor did he dare to vent his anger by yelling.

He could only swallow his anger forcefully into his stomach.

Nangong Nan glanced at it and walked in.

Then Qian Xia followed him and heard a "boom" in his gut.

The sweeper threw the broom, the table cleaner threw the rag... All the players, including the ones lying on the ground pretending to be faint, ran out the door in a rush.

It was like ghosts breaking through the gate of Fengdu and rushing towards the human world.

Before Qian Xia could step in, he was swept out by the fierce wind of players.

"..."

The chaos ended in an instant, and the door closed with a bang.

Qian Xia's face changed slightly, she stepped forward and kicked the door hard. The door was like a copper wall and it didn't move even after she kicked it.

"Nangong!"

She shouted anxiously, "Nangong, how are you?"

He Yu also panicked and banged on the door with her, but it was in vain after banging for a long time.

No sound could be heard, as if there was a large invisible wall that completely separated the inside and outside of the door.

Qian Xia turned around suddenly. Most of the players had already run away. She stepped forward and grabbed the old man who was lying on the ground gasping for breath and asked, "What's going on? Tell me!"

The old man adjusted his reading glasses, "The young man is impulsive, and the old man is almost out of breath."

Qian Xia let go of his hand, his expression still cold, "Tell me, what's going on?"

The old man gasped and said: "The old lady asked us to work for her. She said that unless someone walked into this room before dawn, we would be her slaves forever."

Qian Xia's face changed slightly. This girl, who had always been calm and cold, was so flustered for the first time.

She clenched her fists and asked, "What should I do now? How can I open the room?"

"have no idea."

Qian Xia gritted his teeth and punched the pillar angrily. The old man shrank his neck in fright and said, "Girl, calm down."

He Yu grabbed her arm and pulled her up.

"You don't have to worry too much. Nangong is a calm little girl. She just said that she knows her plan well."

Qian Xia said nothing, broke away from his hand and walked to the door.

Gritting his teeth, he quickly thought of ways to break through the door.

inside the house.

When Nangong Nan's door closed automatically, he just glanced behind him, his expression unchanged.

There were two lamplighters in the room, so it wasn't dark.

She habitually looked at the god around her and found that he was not there.

But she could feel his breath, so he didn't leave, maybe he was invisible or maybe he was outside the door.

Nangong Nan withdrew his thoughts and focused on what was in front of him.

The room was dark and cold, and the shadows of all objects were like mutated ghosts, large or small, waiting for opportunities to move.

There was a spacious and eerie buzzing sound in my ears, like the moans of a hundred ghosts.

It's hard to hear clearly, but it makes the hairs on your body stand up.

Nangong Nan looked at those shadows, and gradually seemed to have hallucinations in front of his eyes, because the shadows moved.

Distorted and deformed, converged and expanded.

A woman with long hair and fangs was formed.

Women spread and grow from the ground, just like vines climbing a big tree, spreading and extending...

Until the entire house is covered.

The moans of the ghost gradually became clearer. Nangong Nan was so dizzy from the noise that she felt dizzy. She suddenly supported the round table.

Not wanting to be stabbed into the palm of her hand by the slender needle, she hissed in pain and her head became clearer.

Nangong Nan pulled out the needle, and blood dripped out immediately. She picked up the clothes on the table and pressed it on it to stop the bleeding.

At that moment, the gloomy atmosphere in the room grew wildly, and the ghost's screams became shrill.

She seemed angry that she took her clothes to stop the bleeding.

Nangong Nan remained unmoved and sat down on the chair, turning over and over to check the silk gown.

The embroidery patterns on it are purely handmade and are very exquisite. The fabric is smooth and soft, and it is made of fine silk.

"lay down!"

The sharp screams of ghosts finally formed human words.

Sure enough, no living thing can be stimulated because it will activate its potential.

Nangong Nan threw the silk on the table and said, "What do you want?"

The double image was confused.

The anger quickly faded, it calmed down, and asked hesitantly: "Are you not a human?"

"You are not human."

"Then why are you different from them."

"What's the difference?"

"You didn't scream. How could you not be afraid? I could crush you to pieces with just one hand."

It laughed eerily and asked you if you were afraid.

Nangong Nan: "I'm really not afraid, because you have no hands, you are just a shadow."

A strong cool breeze blew by my ears, like a ghost lying on my shoulder blowing sinister air into people's ears.

"Little girl, look back and see if I have any hands~"

The ghostly voices in the ghost were chilly, as if they had stayed in a cold hell all year round, bringing with it the coldness of never seeing the light of day.

Nangong Nan turned his head expressionlessly.

He was met with an enlarged grimace.

She had a pale face, blue-black eyes, and the folds on her face were like dry tree bark. She was grinning with her teeth bared.

Unfortunately, I have no teeth and have bad breath.

The girl frowned in disgust, "Stay away, it's ugly and smelly."

old lady:"……"