Ghost Bride

Just as Qi Mingxiu was walking back the way he had come, the bride suddenly spoke up, "My dear husband, you're so anxious." Her voice was sickeningly sweet, like arsenic mixed with honey. "The bridal chamber is over here."

As she spoke, she pressed forward like a boneless snake, her body strangely soft under her wedding dress, just as she was about to lean on Qi Mingxiu's shoulder.

“Bang!”

Qi Mingxiu reflexively jumped back three feet, like a cat with its fur standing on end. When he came to his senses, he smiled awkwardly and said, "I suddenly remembered that I left something in the wing room over there. How about... Madam, please go back to your room and wait?"

Qi Xiuming thought he had a good idea and looked at his "bride" with anticipation.

The laughter from under the bride's veil suddenly stopped.

"What could be more important than wedding candles?" Her voice suddenly darkened, her red veil fluttering in the wind. "Just ask the maid to get it. Could it be... that your husband has changed his mind?"

The bride's voice suddenly changed its tone, like countless fingernails scratching on a porcelain plate, sharp and piercing.

Before he finished speaking, the temperature of the entire courtyard seemed to suddenly drop a few degrees. The bamboo forest swayed wildly in the cold wind, and the shadows it cast were like countless twisted ghost hands, baring their fangs and claws under the flickering lanterns.

Qi Xiuming swallowed and his breathing quickened. This place seemed... a little weird.

But as one of the most wealthy and dissolute young men in Chuzhou City, how could Qi Xiuming admit defeat?

So he ran away in a very shameless manner.

"Bride" An Yue: "..."

Did she overact? But that's how the script was written, and she even got praised during rehearsal!

When Qi Xiuming finally saw that the red figure was out of sight, he stopped panting and leaned against a beam to catch his breath.

"Oh my god, I was so scared. I thought she was going to do something to me."

After surviving the disaster, he finally had the energy to recall everything that had just happened. Why was this so weird? Is this how normal people get married?

Qi Xiuming said, "Even if you haven't eaten pork, have you experienced the pig race?"

The burly man who had been following him from the beginning stepped out and asked, "Master Qi, what should we do next?"

He thought for a moment, and recalled the rules of the haunted house he had read before: "Find a chance to search the Ye Mansion thoroughly, there should be many clues."

Whatever Qi Xiuming said was the truth, and the strong man didn't dare to refute it.

"By the way, what's your name?" The arrogant young master finally realized this most basic question.

The strong man scratched the back of his head, afraid that his name would dirty the young master's ears, and replied shyly: "Dazhu, Zhang Dazhu."

Qi Mingxiu nodded to indicate that he understood, and was about to discuss countermeasures with Zhang Dazhui when he suddenly saw a green lamp floating faintly from the depths of the bamboo forest.

The boy holding the lantern walked slowly out from the shadows, the dim light illuminating his jade-like face.

"Master Ye, have you taken the things?" Song Tinghe said in a clear voice, with a smile on his face. "Madam is waiting in the bridal chamber."

The dim light illuminated Song Tinghe's skin, making it appear creamy. Qi Mingxiu was momentarily distracted. When had such a figure appeared in Chuzhou City? He was even more handsome than him!

He subconsciously touched his chin, and a sense of crisis inexplicably arose in his heart, but the current situation made him unable to think about it.

"I'll go right away." Qi Mingxiu forced himself to remain calm and winked at Zhang Dazhui.

Song Tinghe led the way with a lantern, his sleeves fluttering like a banished immortal. When he arrived at the door of the bridal chamber, he nodded slightly and said, "May Master Ye enjoy his wedding." After that, he turned and disappeared into the darkness, the halo of the lantern flashing around the corner.

Off to work! This job is pretty easy!

If Wan Niang and the others heard this, they would roll their eyes. You've only been on the scene for a few minutes! How can this be called work?

Obviously, under Ruan Yunsheng's daily influence, this group of people have successfully understood the meaning of migrant workers and their thinking is becoming more mature.

The most unlucky person in this game - Qi Mingxiu stared at the closed vermilion lacquer door in front of him, his Adam's apple rolling.

"Brother..." he muttered to himself, "I've made a huge sacrifice this time."

That's right. The reason why he gave up his carefree life and insisted on taking risks in this damn place was all because of his brother Qi Yanzhou.

Memories came flooding back:

That year he was just a little boy, hiding under the corridor and watching his brother fighting with a young man in white clothes. The two fought until it was dark and violent, and finally both fell into the lotus pond. Who would have thought that they would become acquainted after fighting, and the young master of the Ye family became a close friend of his brother.

Later, when his brother went to Beijing to take over the business, he often received letters from Ye Li in Chuzhou. Sometimes he complained about the complicated family affairs, sometimes he boasted about his beautiful and virtuous wife, and at the end he always asked, "When will Brother Li Ze return?"

Until late autumn of a certain year, the letters suddenly stopped.

Later...

The past is like floating clouds. The tragic massacre of the Ye family is nothing more than a topic of conversation for the Qi family. Although the elder brother was depressed for a few days, he soon returned to the business world and everything was back to normal.

After all, what does this old case have to do with the Qi family?

Qi Mingxiu stood in front of the door of the new house, his fingertips digging deeply into his palms.

He couldn't fool himself...

I'm just curious! How can anyone resist the allure of gossip?

So after some ideological struggle, he resolutely stepped into the new house. Let him clear up the mystery.

The scene before him stunned him—

The whole room was decorated with red silk hanging high, and was decorated with carved dragons and painted phoenixes. Twelve dragon and phoenix wedding candles made the whole bridal chamber sparkle, as if one were in a dreamland. In front of the couch, the table was filled with wedding wine, which shone with amber light.

The bride sat upright on the edge of the bed, her bright red veil motionless, and a wedding scale wrapped in red silk lay quietly on a gold-lacquered tray beside her.

"Is it necessary to restore it to this extent..." Qi Mingxiu secretly complained, but still reached out to take the wedding scale due to the rules of the plot.

Just as my fingertips touched the scale bar—

"call!"

Hundreds of wedding candles suddenly went out, the red curtains fluttered like blood waves, the window frames were whistling, Qi Mingxiu's muscles were tense, and in the pitch-black night, his other senses became unusually sharp.

Suddenly, a woman's voice faintly rang in my ears:

"Ye Lang~Ye Lang~"

Perhaps because there was no response, the vague and ethereal call became more and more sharp, the sound was like a sharp blade piercing the eardrum, making Qi Xiuming's eyes go black.

What's going on?

A faint light suddenly shone from behind the screen. Qi Mingzheng was about to take a closer look when he saw a figure flash by!

"who?"

No one responded...

"What's wrong, husband?" the bride wondered, reaching out and pulling his sleeve to show her presence.

This didn't comfort Qi Xiuming at all. His back was instantly soaked. There were only two people in the room, and the bride had been right next to him. What had just flashed by was...

Oh my god! Qi Xiuming would rather believe that this is just a trick of the haunted house, but what is about to happen will shatter his ridiculous fantasy.

"Husband?"

The bride shook his hand doubtfully.

Qi Xiuming also regained consciousness and quickly said that he was fine, then pulled his sleeve out of her hand without leaving any trace.

With the bride's guidance, he quickly found the tinder and relit the wedding candles. Before the dim light could illuminate the entire bridal chamber, it went out again.

suspect?

Qi Xiuming thought he had touched it accidentally, but he didn't expect that the wedding candles could no longer be lit.

He tried to light the wedding candles one by one without giving up, but the moment the candle wicks lit a spark, they went out with a "puff", as if an invisible ghost was obstructing him.

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead. The room became increasingly darker. Only the pale moonlight outside the window shone through the window lattice, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

"Husband, haven't the wedding candles been lit yet?" The bride's voice came faintly. It was obviously coming from the direction of the bed, but it sounded like a whisper next to the ear, with a strange and ethereal tone.

Qi Mingxiu suddenly turned around, and in the faint moonlight, he saw a red figure slowly approaching. Was it the bride?

She was wearing a bright red wedding gown with a veil hanging down, so her face couldn't be seen clearly, but her steps were light, as if they had no weight.

"Ye Lang, let's continue with the rest of the wedding." Her voice was sweet and joyful, as if she was really immersed in the joy of the bridal chamber.

No! This voice...

It seemed to be the same as what he had just heard!

Qi Mingxiu tensed up, instinctively took a step back, and shouted, "Who are you?"

The bride paused, as if startled by his question. After a long while, she spoke softly, "Husband, I am your bride..."

"You're not!" he denied categorically.

Think he is a fool!

The air suddenly stagnated. The bride was silent for a moment, then suddenly burst into a silly laugh, which was mingled with endless sadness. "Then who do you want me to be? Your Yao Niang?"

So the bride he "married" was called Yao Niang? Qi Mingxiu remembered it in his heart, but because he didn't respond for a long time, the bride's emotions suddenly got out of control!

“Why?”

Screams tore through the silence, and in an instant the wind howled, lightning and thunder flashed outside the window, and heavy rain poured down!

"Oh my god!" Qi Mingxiu was stunned. "Is she the Dragon King? She can even call the wind and rain?!" He stretched his hand out of the window in disbelief. The cold rain hit his palm, and the biting chill made him shiver all over.

This rain... is real!

An absurd thought was growing wildly in his mind: Could it be that I really encountered a ghost?

"Ye Lang, how can you be worthy of me?" The bride's shrill voice sounded again.

“Boom——!”

A flash of lightning illuminated the entire new house!

Qi Mingxiu suddenly turned around and saw a pale face - black hair was disheveled, eyes were empty, but there was a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

His mind seemed to be broken, with only one word left - escape!

But the strange thing was that no matter how he ran, this new house seemed to have no end. The doors and windows disappeared, and there was only endless darkness all around. Finally, he touched a cabinet, got in without hesitation, and curled up in the corner shivering.

"Don't find me... Don't find me..." He closed his eyes tightly, prayed madly in his heart, and cursed himself for being unlucky. Wasn't it agreed that they were all pretending to be people?

The air was dead silent, and the only sound in my ears was my own violent heartbeat.

"hey-hey……"

Suddenly, a cold laugh sounded in his ears.

Qi Mingxiu's whole body was stiff, like a rusty machine, and he turned his head inch by inch.

A pale ghost face was pressed right in front of him, its mouth stretched from ear to ear, and its dark eyes stared straight at him.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

His eyes went dark and he fainted magnificently.