Ghost Husband: The Beloved of the Underworld
Mutually Identified?

Unwilling, the man in black suddenly pressed towards the plum blossoms on the back of his hand.

Hearing him scream miserably, countless golden lights began to radiate from his chest.

"He, scatter his soul?" Yeji looked at the scene in disbelief.

Jaemin nodded with a grim face, and said coldly: "It's too late, I can't ask you anything."

Immediately, the black-clothed man's body completely disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

Obviously, he chose a more direct way to kill himself, after killing himself, he would turn into a ghost, and he would still be easily captured by them, he said, so he chose to directly let his soul fly and disappear completely.

Why serve organizations at the cost of their lives?

To be loyal to this point, they would rather destroy souls and be unable to reincarnate, but also to protect the secrets of the organization.

Yeji was a little upset: "He and the female ghosts have plum blossoms, they should be from the same organization, it's really hateful, we can't ask anything."

Jaemin smiled, looking at the dear Yeji: "It's okay, sooner or later it will show flaws."

Yeji nodded, and only then

he saw a blue light in his chest.

Yeji looked down and was surprised to see that they were two spirit stones, clear blue, like two floating elves.

Yeji carefully holds the spirit stone in his hand and hands it to Jaemin, knowing that he needs it.

"It should be left behind by Xiju and Xueling before their souls disperse, I think they finally meet again after thirty years, and that could be considered a relief."

Yeji was so relieved to think that all the worries and fears, all the anxieties and worries had now been solved, and finally there was a great advantage.

Jaemin stuffed the spirit stone into the gourd, looked at Yeji with a straight face and said gently: "Seulgi, thank you."

"Thank you for what? You always save me, and the only thing I can do for you is to collect spirit stones for you."

"You can do more for me." Jaemin suddenly approached, and a pair of eagle eyes appeared with a handsome and devilish smile: "Like, warm the bed for me?"

Yeji was taken into her arms and couldn't push her away, so

he couldn't help but say: "Here, I'll talk about it later."

He smiled: "How long will it be?"

Yeji was distracted by her close breathing, and her face could not hold the heat, and she wanted to push him away, but she held the back of her head tightly into her arms.

"I love teasing you like that all the time, and it's good to see you blushing and panicking."

"Can you see me like that every day if you want to?" Yeji did not understand what he meant.

Jaemin kissed Yeji's hair again and hugged her tighter, "Actually, as long as I can hug you like this, I'm satisfied."

Yeji's heart warmed up moved, she wanted to say that she actually liked to be held by him like this, but Yeji couldn't say this anyway.

For a long time, Jaemin had just released Yeji's body and looked at her again, for some reason, she always felt that she looked a little tired today.

This was the first time Yeji had looked at him so closely, and whenever he was pushed by him before, Yeji would turn his head to avoid his gaze, but he never looked directly into the eyes of this demonic eagle.

As if exposed to magic, Yeji quietly extended her hand and caressed her delicate face, and the man standing in front of her was the prince of the underworld, but also her husband.

As Yeji approached, the eagle's eyes widened before Yeji's eyes until his lips lightly covered Jaemin's lips.

But Yeji froze and glanced behind him.

Yeji saw Irene standing still not far away, staring indifferently at her who was kissing with Jaemin.

Yeji awkwardly pushed Jaemin and showed a weak smile: "My classmates are still lying on the ground, send him back first."

If it wasn't for Irene standing there and reminding her, Yeji would have almost forgotten An Yi.

He was really nervous, there was still a big person living unconscious at this moment, how he started to tease Jaemin.

Irene walked slowly towards them, pale and speechless.

He looked at Yeji for a bit, and then at Jaemin.

Jaemin was still holding onto his shoulder at the moment, Yeji hurriedly let go, pretending to be unfamiliar, but secretly hating himself in his heart, the appearance of making out with him just now, had fallen into Irene's eyes, but it had secretly resented itself, what else can be done by pretending at this time.

Thinking of this, the action still pushed Jaemin away.

Yeji greeted Irene a few steps forward and laughed flatly: "The person who kidnapped An Yi is no longer around, let's take her back to the dorm together."

Irene stood motionless in place, her gaze past Yeji, staring at Jaemin behind her, her pale face mysterious and strange against the background of the night.

Yeji saw that she had been staring at Jaemin, and her heart was a little uncomfortable.

Yeji should know that the face of Jaemin, any girl with a normal aesthetic looking at him, did not want to look away.

Irene suddenly spoke: "It turns out that your husband is very promising, so it's a pity that a girl like you married a wild ghost of an ordinary lonely soul."

Hows it? Wait a minute, Irene knew him?

Jaemin also looked at Irene, but frowned, and immediately returned to indifference, without saying much, he was always indifferent in front of others, pretending to be very deep, very abstinent, he said, only Yeji knew what kind of virtue she was when she was with him personally.

He gave Yeji a pill, which was a soul rejuvenation pill that Renjun had drunk after being possessed by a ghost, and he gave it to An Yi, who was still unconscious, and then painstakingly lifted him off the ground and placed him on his shoulder.

"Need my help?" Like a gentle man, Jaemin spoke lightly.

If Jaemin wanted to help, he had to make physical contact with An Yi, and for some reason, thinking of this, a nameless fire suddenly appeared in his heart and glared at him: "No need! I'll hold it myself."

Saying that, Yeji dragged An Yi off the ground with great difficulty, with Irene, one by one, lifting her up and staggering towards the dormitory.

Although An Yi was petite, they still wasted all their efforts to finally drag An Yi from the roof to the fourth floor and back to her own bed.

With such a throw, Irene and Yeji were sweating profusely and tired and panting.

At this moment, the sky was white, almost dawn, and a beam of morning light outside the window illuminated the room, which happened to illuminate the names of the four of us on the bed.

Yeji suddenly remembered something very important.

At that time, Xiju and Xueling both lived in this dormitory, if Xiju then hid Xueling's body under the bed board ...

He slept on Shiyao's bed!

Yeji was sitting on Shiyao's bed to rest at the moment, thinking of this, she flinched, bounced sharply, and stared nervously at the bed.

Yeji told Irene this thought, and she suddenly woke up, and along with her, she looked at the bedboard vigilantly, as if looking at a basin of monster blood.