Ghost Wedding at Midnight: My Adorable Ghost Husband

I was shocked, so I was afraid that my uncle was right in front of me. When I saw the opportunity, I digged in. Fortunately, I soon saw the trace of Uncle’s safety. .

"Huh, I said, this tomb is very evil, you have to come hard, look, collapse."

The uncle smoked a cigarette and whispered cool words.

A fifty-year-old spectacled man on the side, sweating anxiously, "Okay, why did it collapse..."

"Director Qian, don't worry, this is inevitable."

The chaotic crowd quickly subsided. The migrant workers who were almost buried and the staff of the Cultural Relics Bureau were rescued. Fortunately, the soil was soft and there was no life. However, this sudden collapse also made people feel terrified. .

I walked silently.

As I saw yesterday, not far from where I was standing, a long crack in the ground had been cracked, faintly, and there could be traces of bricks and stones inside. It should be the tomb.

"Director Qian, it was an accident just now, and it should not be collapsing anymore. After the collapse, most of the tombs have been exposed. After preliminary judgment, the age should not be long."

A man in his early thirties came over to report.

"Well, Xiao Zhou, then arrange for people to go down and see what funerary items... don't destroy the scene..."

The director Qian gave an explanation, and immediately the staff of the Cultural Relics Bureau began to prepare.

I glanced at Rong Qi to see what he did.

To my disappointment, Rong Qi still looks like that, just like an ordinary onlooker.

"Uncle."

Cui Tingting also came, muttering and not knowing what they said.

I now have two eyes and only pay attention to the people in the Cultural Relics Bureau. I see that they are ready to sew from the gritty ground, and it is at this time that a construction site is pulling cement. car.

Just happened to move somewhere, and never drove far away.

Originally there was no connection, but the blame was on it. The wheel of the cement truck suddenly accidentally splashed a gravel.

Under the pressure of air, the gravel flew over like a bullet.

Unexpectedly, the person of the Cultural Relics Bureau was directly beaten to the point of breaking blood, and immediately passed out.

"what happened?"

"Xiao Zhang..."

The original good scene was messed up again.

The uncle sat on a half-height cement stone, froze for a while, and then started smoking again. Cui Zhiguo wiped the sweat on his forehead. Since the Cultural Relics Bureau had managed it, they couldn't get in the way.

Others are pursuing Marxism, they say one more word, that is, feudal superstition, not to say anything.

I looked at Rong Qi again.

"that person?"

"I can't die!" Rong Qi said lightly.

When I looked towards the ground, I found that position, squatting a skinny figure, with my head hidden in the middle of my knees, and occasionally raised my head, and the white and scary ghost face was full of evil smiles.

When I shook God, the ghost was no longer visible.

"Director Qian..."

The most urgent thing on the scene is probably the director Qian.

Although they kept saying that they did not believe in evil, but everyone had a heart of humiliation. Today it is obviously not the best time to go to the tomb. Besides, all the work is also prepared in a hurry. Finally, the director Qian gave up.

But somehow it is a tomb, and the archaeological site must be protected.

But the next thing basically has nothing to do with us. After the uncle finished smoking, he said a few words to Boss Cui and he had to leave.