Chapter 1119: The Same Handsome Face

"Da Da Da."

There was a sound of brisk footsteps not far away. Even before seeing anyone, one could hear a sense of relief.

Yu Chengmu's eyes almost popped out of his head. He saw Wang Fugui and Du Moyu running out of the shadows one after the other, each holding a musical instrument in their hands.

The two did not even look at him, and ran directly back to Jiang Cheng's room.

When they entered the room, they clapped hands with Jiang Cheng one by one.

Jiang Cheng picked up the letter, shook it proudly at Yu Chengmu, bowed again to express his gratitude, and the next second, closed the door skillfully.

Yu Chengmu seemed to have forgotten what he had just done. He turned his head and glared at A Biao, who was also stunned, with gritted teeth, "You idiot! Didn't you say that Wei Yi can't be controlled?"

"Fuck me!" A Biao was furious.

Even with only one arm left, Yu Chengmu was no match for A Biao. He didn't use three moves before A Biao pressed him to the ground with one hand.

His clothes were torn open, his face was on the ground, his gray hair was messy, and his masterly demeanor was gone.

"Yu Chengmu, you old idiot!" Ah Biao was furious. He didn't expect that this old man was so vicious that he didn't even plan to let him go out alive. "You deserve to die!"

Ah Biao used a lot of strength to pinch Yu Chengmu's neck, making him roll his eyes.

But before he could continue to rub Yu Chengmu, suddenly, a strange melody came from the direction of the Dushui River, and the horror level was completely incomparable to the previous song.

"Yes, it's the river goddess!" Yu Chengmu's nose was still bleeding, and his face was full of despair.

Even if he knew that he couldn't escape today, according to Ah Biao's character, he was unwilling to sit there and wait for death.

He endured it, let go of Yu Chengmu, who was like a dead dog, stood up, and quickly closed the door.

Looking out through the gap in the door, I don't know when, a layer of fog actually rose outside the door.

The fog was spreading very fast, and he could only see a few meters outside the door.

Jiang Cheng and his room were also blocked by the fog and disappeared.

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

After a series of jumping sounds, it finally stopped outside Jiang Cheng's door.

Jiang Cheng maintained the same posture as A Biao, squatting behind the door to observe.

This time he saw clearly that it was the goddess Dahe, the ghost bride on the bus!

There was no mistake!

Wu drew his knife and stood behind the door, only one door away from the ghost bride.

"Easy~, easy~" The fat man whispered to comfort Wu, worried that he would rush out and fight with the ghost bride.

Wu glanced at the fat man and put the knife behind him, which was considered to be the greatest sincerity.

Jiang Cheng took a deep breath and opened the door.

The ghost bride stood quietly outside the door, and her skin was unusually white against the red wedding dress on her body.

Jiang Cheng didn't want to, nor did he dare to use the adjective "fragile" to describe a woman's skin, because he was worried that it could really be blown apart.

After all, this skin had been immersed in the cold Dushui River for 10 years.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Jiang Cheng put on a paper mask in advance.

The ghost bride was covered with a veil, and through the side of the veil, the ghost bride's chin with a soft curve could be vaguely seen.

Suddenly, Jiang Cheng became very curious about the face under the veil.

"Crack--"

The sound of the wind blowing the door hinge interrupted Jiang Cheng's thoughts. He immediately took out the letter from his arms and handed it to the ghost bride.

To his surprise, when the ghost bride saw the letter, her entire cold temperament suddenly dissipated. Her two white hands held the letter and slowly unfolded it, and her shoulders trembled.

Jiang Cheng couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

A few drops of clear tears slid down his cheeks and dripped on the letter.

The originally dirty cloth suddenly glowed and became brand new.

Lines of beautiful handwriting appeared on it.

The next scene made Jiang Cheng's heart tremble violently. He saw that a portrait appeared out of thin air at the place where the ghost bride's tears touched.

It was a young man with a bookish look between his eyebrows. The young man held a paper umbrella and smiled.

Putting aside the clothes, this young man actually had a face as handsome as his own!

No, it was exactly the same face!

Jiang Cheng's mind "buzzed" and he couldn't help but sigh. Fortunately, he wore a mask, otherwise he might be dragged away by the ghost bride today and taken to Dushui River to be the husband of the village.

Moreover, according to Wu's character, if he knew the purpose of the ghost bride's robbery, he might help the other party deliver the goods to the door.

Fortunately, the ghost bride was also a straightforward person. After a while of excitement, she left with the letter.

Judging from the direction of the disappearance of the back, she went to Yu Chengmu Abiao's room.

Some people are happy and some are sad. Abiao saw the Dahe Niangniang coming through the crack of the door, and his face was distorted.

Then he looked down at the crying Yu Chengmu, and kicked him, "If you are not dead, get up quickly and think of a way to deal with the Great River Goddess!"

Yu Chengmu seemed to have lost his soul, shrinking on the ground, his eyes were straight, and he kept repeating: "No chance, no chance, we are all going to die"

"Waste!" A Biao kicked Yu Chengmu hard, and it seemed that the latter was waiting to die.

But A Biao still had the last hope. He stared at Yu Chengmu on the ground, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

Maybe it was enough for the Great River Goddess to come and kill only one person tonight.

Thinking of this, A Biao no longer hesitated, and dragged the collapsed Yu Chengmu out like a dead dog, then broke open the door and threw Yu Chengmu out.

Yu Chengmu also reacted and struggled fiercely, but he couldn't break free from A Biao's iron-like hand.

"Yu Zhangyan, it's your own fault that you ended up like this, no one else is to blame!" A Biao said fiercely: "I am avenging Boss Jia, Zhang Junyu and the others!"

"No, don't!

"

Yu Chengmu, who was thrown out, lay on the ground and crawled back using his hands and feet, but unfortunately A Biao had already closed the door in advance.

"Let me in! Let me in!" Yu Chengmu slammed the door crazily, but the door seemed to be made of cast iron and remained motionless.

Abiao's angry voice came from behind the door, "Yu Zhangyan, I think Zhang Junyu was begging you so hard back then, but what about you! What did you do?!"

"Now that things are changing, you can go with peace of mind." After Abiao said the last sentence, as the Queen of the River approached step by step, Abiao stopped talking.

There was a crisp sound of a watermelon exploding outside the door, and large amounts of blood mixed with other things spattered on the door, flowing down in a sticky consistency.

At the same time, Yu Chengmu's wailing stopped abruptly.

Ah Biao hid behind the door and looked out through the gap, not daring to let out any air.

He saw with his own eyes that Empress Dahe didn't even look at Yu Chengmu. When she came over, she stepped on his head.