The divine platform, the statue of the god that cracked the gap. Luo Yuan has seen such a scene.

In the month of the birthday of the god, she would see this statue of the god of the clan every night. However, unlike that time, there were no constant crying and groans in the gaps of the statue of the god, only wisps of black smoke that radiated from the statue gathered around the statue, condensed but did not dissipate.

To be fair, this is a scene where anyone will feel scared when they see it, but Luo Yuan knows that this is the god of the clan, and not only is he not afraid, but he even feels a sense of surprise.

"God of the clan?" she called softly.

"Come, come to me." The familiar gentle voice of the god of the clan floated out in the gaps of darkness.

As he said, the crack of the statue suddenly became larger, and the dissipated black gas formed a pathway through the statue's body. Without hesitation, Luo Yuan wore the wedding dress, hugged the white porcelain jar tightly, stepped on the black smoke, and finally fell into the enlarged dark gap.

There seemed to be an abyss in front of her, and it seemed to be a deep sea. The dark and deep world was rolling, and the black air was getting stronger and stronger, which made Luo Yuan feel like he was about to suffocate. Wrapped by these thick black air, many negative emotions began to erode her. The more she sank, the black air became more and more stagnant, as if countless hands were dragging her to pull her in all directions.

In the deepest part of such a dark and chaotic world, there is a white figure emitting light. He floated alone in the deep black. The white light emitted from his body dispels the black air around him, making him look like a pearl falling in the mud, so conspicuous and beautiful.

He opened his eyes and looked at Luo Yuan from afar. Luo Yuan instantly felt that he had inexplicable strength, and struggled to break free from the shackles of the black "silt", and fell towards him like a tired bird returning to the nest.

In this black world, she herself has another color, the red of red camellia - the red that represents emotions and desires. The red does not come from her wedding dress, but also from her own.

The red falls into the pure white and blends together.

Luo Yuan was in a daze and realized that he was holding the god of clan. He hugged his waist, buried his face on his chest, and hugged him tightly.

This was the first time she had been so close to the god of clan. In the months before that, she just held his sleeves from time to time without even touching his hand.

She subconsciously sighed with satisfaction.

In fact, she had already figured it out. After leaving the old house, she planned to kill people and her own death, and there was a heavy longing deep in her heart. She couldn't help but buy the pot of red camellia tea, and when she was staring at it every day, she slowly understood in her heart.

She worships, respects, fears, and is curious about the god of the clan. In addition, there is a woman's love for men. However, this relationship is inappropriate and difficult to speak. She also knows very well that she is just an ordinary person and has nothing. Even if she meets the god of the clan by chance, it will never be possible for her future.

She was not greedy. She felt very satisfied when she saw the god of clan again before she died.

But now, what is this? Is it the imaginary world after death? People will still dream and fantasize after death?

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The wife he chose was tightly held tightly with the strength of his breasts and refused to let go. The smiling god of the clan did not struggle. He just raised his sleeves and grabbed her behind her, grabbing invisible black gas. This was the evil of murder, just like the countless thick blacks here.

He grabbed the black air that flowed along her black hair and dispersed it outside the white light and mixed with the black air outside. Then Luo Yuan was left with only the bright red of love and love.

"You said you would worship me, and I've allowed it."

When Luo Yuan heard this, he finally raised his head from his arms. Seeing the face of the God of the Clan, she unconsciously showed a cherished and pleasing smile, hugging her tighter, thinking to herself, this world after death is really happy.

Being stuck to others is a novel experience. The god of clan smiled slightly and let others hold him, and continued, "So, you will be my wife in the future."

The god of clan can choose a wife, and one god of clan lasts for life from birth to death, with only one. According to ancient customs, when someone gives a gift that is pleasing to the god of clan and proposes to offer to the god of clan alone, it is equivalent to actively proposing to enter into a marriage contract. If the god of clan is willing, he will turn a person into a "ghost" and give her an existence like herself, and live and die together from then on.

The wives of every god of the clan, both men and women, are their messengers who walk on earth.

Of course, the most important requirement for offering the God of the Family is the passionate feelings and strong will in the other party's heart. Only in this way can we break the boundary between life and death, leave from the origin and return of all, pursue the yearning of the heart and return to the God of the Family, and complete this divine marriage.

"Wife?" Luo Yuan thought in a little surprised that he really dared to fantasize. Is this considered blasphemy in the world after death thinking about marrying the god of the clan in the world after death? It should be counted, but...

"It's so good." She murmured, buried her face in the chest of the god of clan and rubbed it comfortably.

Although I shouldn't think so, I feel so happy.

When the god of clan saw his wife laughing quietly in his arms, he felt that she seemed a little enthusiastic, much more enthusiastic than before. Could it be that this is the difference between before and after marriage? He didn't know much, and slowly sank into the darkness with his wife in his arms.

When Luo Yuan was finally happy enough, she found that the two of them were floating in the thick black air, still sinking, slowly and quietly. She couldn't help but do something she had wanted to do for a long time, touching the sleeves of the god of clan, putting her hand into his wide long sleeves, and touching his hand. Nails, fingertips, joints, and every inch of the back of the palms.

Her hands were pulled out of her long sleeves with a chic cold white hand gently. Luo Yuan lowered her head, carefully pressed her cheek against the palm of her hand, closed her eyes and took a breath.

"There is a very nice scent, what is it?" Luo Yuan sniffed the hand and said to himself.

The god of clan smiled and replied: "I'm afraid it's the fragrance of my ashes."

Luo Yuan: "..." She raised her face that became dull in an instant, looked at the smile of the god of clan, and guessed that he was deliberately making fun of people.

She pretended that she hadn't heard it, buried her entire face and nose in the hands of the god of the clan and rubbed it hard several times.

The god of clan smiled and repeated: "It is the fragrance of ashes, which melted into my ashes when the statue was burned and cast."

After being lifted up the ashes twice, Luo Yuan suddenly remembered the small white porcelain altar in his hand. He slightly opened the God of the Clan and took the small porcelain altar in front of her. She felt that it seemed to be her ashes.

Why are there ashes? Did she be cremated? After a person dies, will the ashes appear in his hands?

What kind of after-death world is this? Luo Yuan held the small porcelain jar to show it to the god of the clan.

The god of clan pointed a small porcelain altar with the hand she had found out from her sleeve, "Where do you want to put it in your ashes?"

"Where did you put it?" Luo Yuan asked back, she was very confused.

The god of clan suggested: "What if you put it in my body?"

Luo Yuan once again began to reflect on himself, thinking that the fantasy of the world after death was too much. If the actions of this god of clan were her dreams, what kind of appeal would she have in her heart? She was thinking about what to do to the god of clan? Is she such a person? Only now have she known a new self.

Of course she would not refuse. If she died, the ashes could really be placed with the god of the clan - she would not dare to want to store them in his body and put them in the shrine for him. Unfortunately, that was impossible. After all, it was not a flower, and it could look good when placed. Now it was just an illusion.

"Oh." Luo Yuan sighed.

"Why, don't you want to do this? If you want to store it in the ancestral hall, it's OK." The god of clan said indulgently.

"No, I want to put it here. But, that would be great."

The god of clan understood what was going on with her and explained: "It's true."

Luo Yuan sighed.

"It's true." The god of clan said another sentence.

Luo Yuan leaned his head against his chest and took two more breaths of satisfaction.

Well, forget it. The god of the clan looked at the head on his chest with a smile, stretched out his hand to open his clothes, opened his chest, and exposed a crack that stretched across his chest. It was like a crack after a broken porcelain, and the extremely conspicuous crack on the flawless porcelain was ugly and hideous.

Luo Yuan looked in surprise and saw from the crack that there was nothing in the body of the god of the clan, empty. The god of the clan opened his hand and smiled and said to her, "Come on, put it in."

The ashes she stored in the small white porcelain jar were red, and the bright red fell into the crack on the chest of the god of the clan. During this process, the god of the clan kept gazing at her with a smile. Luo Yuan looked at her, and suddenly had a strong urge to cry. She felt very warm and relieved, as if she had returned to her most attached home, and something wrapped and protected her.

A few bright red gray fell into the cracks of the porcelain white cracks, dyeing the porcelain white near the cracks into red. Luo Yuan stretched out his hand to wipe and stroke it. She touched the long crack and felt that the cold porcelain under her hands also became warm, warm and fragrant.

Such a god of clan is very strange, but Luo Yuan was not afraid at all. Her eyes fell on the crack in her body, and she felt a sense of pity. The crack was like a long, unhealing wound. She unconsciously approached and gently stroked the surroundings of the crack with her nose and lips.

God of the clan: "..." Well, how do you say it, young people are so enthusiastic.

Luo Yuan looked up and saw the expression and eyes of the god of the clan, and felt inexplicably ashamed and embarrassed, and lowered his head to apologize.

"...I'm sorry." While apologizing, he also hugged the other person and refused to let go.

The god of clan put his white sleeves on her tolerantly and asked her, "Do you want to see my birth?"

"Your birth?" Luo Yuan was confused again. Can I still imagine such a thing?

She nodded subconsciously.

The God of Clan then stroked her face, picked her up, and gently pressed her on his chest. His movements were very gentle and powerless, but Luo Yuan felt his body suddenly become heavy, like a stone, suddenly sinking into mud, and sinking into the chest of the God of Clan!

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Miss Yu'an walks into the grave of marriage!
Chapter completed!