Chapter 138 The Sound of Suonas Brings Joy and Sorrow to the Mountain [The instance is currently closing, down...]

Pu Fengchun was lost in the fog.

This wasn't the first time she'd stumbled into the fog, but she still couldn't adapt. When the fog came, it was overwhelming, smoothing out the world's edges. All the paths people pursued became a joke. In the primordial chaos, moving forward was like moving backward, and living was like dying.

So I wander aimlessly, watching the people around me walk into the fog one by one and disappear, wondering if they have reached the other side. I chase after them in fear until I am exhausted, disheartened, and waiting to die in the same place.

Just like the game world.

Every time she stood in the fog, it was like facing the most realistic reality of the game world, unable to deceive herself, confronting this immense fear.

The intense desire to escape will seize her; stopping thinking is the best way to cope.

However, some things are impossible to ignore. She could only tell herself to put it aside for now, and even if she could never escape the fog and reach the other side, she should just keep moving forward.

A sudden turn for the better, a withered tree blossoming again—these are all unexpected occurrences, not things that can be begged for.

She walked through the fog as if wading through the seabed. In the hazy distance, a glimmer of light appeared, like a ray of light in the darkness, drawing her closer.

Her consciousness was somewhat hazy, and every step felt like she was stepping into thin air. As she walked towards the light, she was suddenly pulled back.

She suddenly regained consciousness. Before her was a burning house, the scalding heat almost hitting her nose. The boy wrapped in cloth pulled her back, the firelight reflecting off the black cloth: "This is not real."

This is not true.

The peacemaker knew as soon as he entered the courtyard.

Bright red cloth hung in the courtyard, fluttering mournfully. To the outside world, the ancestral hall enshrines the god of joy and death. When holding a happy event, one should naturally invite the god to share in the joy, so it was decorated as well.

But the wedding was also held behind a wall; they took place in the first three courtyards.

The village chief said that they should ask the gods to guard the back, because if they opened the door, they might disturb the mountain god.

So the first three courtyards were filled with joy and the sound of gongs and drums, but the last courtyard was silent in the bright red, like a dim candle flame that burned without making a sound.

There was indeed light shining through the cracks in the vermilion gate.

It was a deep, dark red, like a pomegranate or pigeon blood.

The door was unlocked, but would they open it or not?

Huang Haitao was unwilling and hesitated by the door, while the peacemaker stepped forward and pushed the door open.

The faint scent of perfume wafted out first, the vermilion gates were wide open, and the ancestral hall was also decorated in a grand style, but the walls were covered with all kinds of locks, and red silk hung from the beams, trailing in the air, fluttering like strips of dyed white silk used for hanging.

There were no portraits directly in front of him, and his parents were not sitting at the table; there was only a shrine on the table.

The bride and groom stood on either side of the shrine.

A-Yun, dressed in a bright red burial shroud, sat beside the coffin, while Sun Er, dressed in a wedding gown, knelt beside her. A red embroidered ball was held in their hands and held between them, making it look from a distance as if it were tied to the bottom of a shrine.

They had unknowingly fallen asleep.

He tried to recall, but couldn't find any trace of being in a daze. He entered the dream without even realizing it, where reality and illusion had no boundary whatsoever.

Although he wasn't the player with the highest mental strength, he was still in the top ten. The top ten players only had special strengths and no obvious weaknesses, yet he hadn't noticed them at all. This was the pinnacle of evil gods...

Ah Yun was quiet, not because she had given up after being suppressed by his supernatural power, but because she had fallen asleep. Sun Er, who had escaped, was also asleep. The two of them completed their wedding in the ancestral hall in their dream, witnessed by the god of joy and sorrow.

Is there anything else you don't understand? Among those two players with chronic illnesses, there are Red and White Disciples!

He looked at Huang Haitao, who had followed him. Huang Haitao was also shocked and his neck stiffened. He was not acting. He had not expected that there were cult members with "different beliefs" in the team, and he, as the team leader, was completely unaware of it!

哢哒.

On the sealed shrine, the long lock sprang open halfway, like the chain of a security door being opened. From the half-open, pitch-black door, a section of a red embroidered wedding dress sleeve flowed out, and a pale hand stretched out. It was truly pale, the same color as the attendant's mourning clothes, a white so white that it turned into a sacred yet eerie bluish-purple.

The hand was long and beautiful; with a flick of the fingertips, it swept across the two people at the doorway, like holding a dim red candlelight, making their hearts pound with tension. But the hand only hooked upwards, playfully touching the lock, before disappearing back into the magnificent embroidered wedding dress.

The wedding dress slowly shrank back into the gap, and before the small shrine closed, a few eerie laughs drifted out, neither male nor female, neither human nor ghost.

Xue Chao suddenly whispered in their ears, "Go through the sancheck."

The half-open door of the shrine opened a little more, as if sensing the presence of the guardian, it stretched out its fingertips and clung to the edge of the shrine, its posture suggesting that something in the darkness behind its hand was peeking out.

The tests failed, but they helped them. Suddenly, the world spun around, their vision blurred, their ears rang, and their minds were in chaos. But they could vaguely see that they were no longer in the ancestral hall, but still in the third courtyard.

They escaped the dream.

The peacemaker's hand was still on the coffin lid, but the lid had already been cut open a little, revealing A-Yun's face. In a daze, he seemed to see her suddenly open her eyes and give a sinister smile.

He immediately moved away from the coffin, and in one last glance, she had closed her eyes and was asleep forever.

He couldn't resist and smashed the wall.

The attempt to stop the happy occasion has failed... The funeral arrangements must be sabotaged; Xiangping cannot be buried!

This time, the horse wouldn't be led back to the village chief's house. The wedding was already over. Huang Haitao rode his horse into the fog and discovered that no matter how lost he got before, he could only see white paper money, but now he could see the red embers of firecrackers.

There must have been something unusual before. The coffin was carried from north to south, and judging from the direction of the red shavings, the bridal sedan chair was carried from west to east. Even though the times were different and they were carried at different times, the two paths still intersected.

So when he got involved in the happy occasion, he was excluded from the funeral. He felt a chill run down his spine and rushed to the scene with the speed of someone rescuing the emperor.

[Trigger the special card "White"]

[Receive a bonus die]

The compass spins out one of the arrows, revealing a whiteboard, and everyone receives inspiration.

Finally arriving at Huang Haitao near the East Gate, they saw the firecrackers glowing through the fog, faintly illuminating the dilapidated East Gate. The villagers cheered and gathered around the gate.

The woman, her wedding dress a blood-red hue, smiled softly in the sedan chair, radiating youthful springtime joy and infectious happiness, as if she were heading towards the most beautiful moment of her life, receiving everyone's blessings.

The sedan curtain fell, and the bridal sedan chair set off again, carried by the servants to the door.

There is no "white", only red.

However, this is a burial, she is a deceased person who is to be buried, this is a funeral.

"We have failed to stop that sedan chair!"

Before he could speak, Zhuo Yi, who was staring at the bridal sedan chair in deep thought, leaped forward, passing through the four sedan chair bearers like a whirlwind, and grabbed the red silk hanging from the back of the sedan chair.

But the sedan chair continued to move forward. Even after leaving the east gate, the speed did not change much. Zhuo Yi was surprised by the enormous pulling force of the sedan chair. The other end of the red silk did not look like a sedan chair, but rather like it was dragging a house.

The sedan chair bearers carrying the red poles leisurely passed him. After a brief moment of surprise, Zhuo Yi glanced sideways at the Five Poisons player, and the paper doll male, who had successfully possessed him again, caught up.

The Chen couple had disappeared, but this time the paper figures rushed straight into the tomb without any need for a sneak attack.

The sedan bearers sensed something was wrong, instantly increased their speed, left the paper figure behind, and arrived at the tomb first.

The tomb was not wide, only slightly larger than the top of the bridal sedan chair. The sedan chair bearers in front went around to the front of the tomb, while the bearers behind stopped at the back of the tomb. Two long red poles supported the bridal sedan chair over the hollow.

The sedan bearers lowered the pole, and the bottom of the sedan chair sank into the tomb. They then pulled out the red pole, causing the sedan chair to fall completely into the tomb.

However, the red pole detached, and the bridal sedan chair remained suspended in the air, as if it had been frozen in place.

Zhuo Yi looked on from afar, still holding the red silk behind the bridal sedan chair in his hand, pulling it far away.

[Superpower "Stalled" in Use]

Just as the bridal sedan chair was suspended, the paper figure of the second man flowed down through the gap and fell into the tomb first.

Only then did he realize how deep the tomb was. It wasn't wide horizontally, but it was excessively deep, more like a well. For the light paper figure, it was like stepping into an abyss.

Originally, there was no plan to bury a coffin; it was only for burying the bridal sedan chair!

Before it even reached the bottom, the silver-striped centipede with hair in its mouth broke through the paper figure, pounced on the earthen wall, and disappeared into the soil in a flash.

With consciousness withdrawn, the paper figure became a pure paper figure, exploding the moment it hit the ground, causing the red soil to collapse and burying the tomb once again.

When the supernatural power was activated, the bridal sedan chair fell and crashed into the piled-up earth. In the end, only a section of the sedan chair went in, while most of it remained on the ground.

The fog was still thick, and even though they had reached the East Gate, they couldn't see the situation in the distance. The man wrapped in cloth, who had returned to life, reported that he had completed his mission. Zhuo Yi tugged at the red silk and nodded.

They waited a while longer, and since there was no notification of the main quest failing, they had successfully stopped it.

The players breathed a sigh of relief, but Huang Haitao, having learned from past mistakes, half-jumped and half-fell off his horse, shouting, "Don't let her fall asleep, we can do it even in her dreams!"

Zhuo Yi understood immediately; Old He and the others had probably fallen into this trap.

But the bridal sedan chair had already left, and they couldn't get out. Even if they possessed the paper figure and watched over her, the paper figure was too fragile, and once she fell asleep, they would be helpless.

Naga reached out, and the black snake hissed as it crawled out of his sleeve, swam across the snow, and disappeared into the mist.

Zhuo Yi raised an eyebrow. "That's right, they have a Poison King."

The black snake's scales, touched by the snow, reflected a soft, dim light. The snake slithered into the bridal sedan chair, climbed onto the red wedding dress, and gently wrapped itself around Xiangping's neck.

With sharp teeth biting into her flesh, Xiangping's slowly closing eyes opened again, staring blankly ahead.

However, her gaze was no different from before, and the smile on her lips seemed to have been frozen, hanging on her face. The inhuman feeling brought a bodhisattva-like divinity, and a god is a ghost.

Naga nodded slightly.

Meanwhile, Lü Lianshan also smashed the village chief's ancestral hall. The peacemaker helped Lü Lianshan fill the servants into the cave and burn them as firewood, watching all the records about the "God of Joyful Funerals" turn to ashes in the firelight.

"I thought you wanted to summon the boss." The peacemaker stirred the books in the fire with a snowplow in the cave.

Lu Lianshan was large and squatted steadily on the ground like a dozing lion. He was also dull-looking and dull-tempered. When he wasn't killing people, he was as wooden as those brainwashed soldiers: "No need."

If you can complete the main quest, there's no need to create difficulties for yourself. If you fail, just go with the flow and maybe you'll meet someone who has defeated you again.

After the peacemaker manipulated the compass and unlocked the superpower, the players had to make fewer checks. They weren't as quick to change cards as in the first round, but their cards were almost complete, so it was a bit of a shame they didn't have to make another check.

So before everything was burned, he randomly found an inspection station and said, "It passed the inspection."

He was taken aback; this place really was worth investigating.

The keeper of the secret responded to him, and the verification was successful. He found two birth charts in the ancestral hall, one belonging to Sun Er and the other to the matchmaker. It was originally said to belong to Xiangping, but now it was soaked in blood, and Xiangping's birth chart had faded, revealing Ayun's birth chart.

The blood was Sun Er's blood, probably the blood left by Sun Er when he kowtowed in front of the coffin, which was then used by the Chen couple for matching.

The cards he received were good; the peacemaker noticed that he had a winning hand.

Xue Chao flipped over the treasure tile from the mahjong dice; the treasure tile for this round was the Red Dragon.

"The treasure tile is Red Dragon. The first team to declare a winning hand wins immediately. The team that enters from the south gate wins, and the second round ends."

The contributions of the four teams were adjusted again, with Seven Kills taking the lead by a wide margin.

The peacemaker was a little disappointed: "One round was a self-draw, and the other was a red dragon tile. No one discarded the winning tile, so it felt like something was missing from the fun of mahjong."

The fire inside the ancestral hall cave went out.

[Congratulations on completing the main quest!]

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