Chapter 68
On this day, the Chinese character "囍" (囍) was pasted on both doors, and large red flower balls were hung on the chests of the gray-faced stone lions.
Although there were no guests outside the door to greet them, after a while someone inside shouted in a trembling voice:
"Double happiness!"
The moment the words fell, the sound of suona suddenly rang out, and the high and intense music sounded like crying and complaining.
After a brass pipe sings all the tales of weddings and funerals, it also tells the story of a person's life.
Yi Tu was dressed in red, standing in the wedding hall, holding one end of the red tie in her hand, while the other end hung far down on the ground.
There lay the bride who had been waiting for a long time.
Old Master Du sat on the high hall, his brows furrowed and his face gloomy. He pressed his chest, which was almost out of breath, with the hand wearing a jade ring.
On his right was Lady Wang, who was also wearing a dark red dress and had some light makeup on. Although she was smiling, she looked like she was crying.
Standing on both sides were the direct relatives of the Du family, all of whom were adult men, and all of them had solemn expressions.
And those familiar faces were standing with them. Yi Tu didn't even need to turn his head to see Hai Ling's sympathetic look.
After a while, someone came in from outside.
Yitu glanced sideways and happened to meet the man's eyes.
Although not much emotion could be seen in Jiang Hanyu's brown eyes, for some people, the moment he appeared, it was a kind of peace of mind.
The man just came from the Dong family. Song Jingchen replaced Chu Sichi. Dong Haoyue's wedding was held together with Du Jinyu.
There was not much time difference between the two, and Yi Tu was not sure how Jiang Hanyu helped Song Jingchen get through this.
But as long as the man is there, Song Jingchen will at least not be in danger of his life.
When the auspicious time arrived, two servants, under the instructions of Mr. Du, timidly lifted the bride up using sorghum stalks to ward off evil spirits.
The bride in red was so stiff that two servants barely managed to lift her up, her feet still dragging on the ground.
Perhaps it was the nervousness and fear that was at work, no matter how hard they tried, the bride just couldn't lift her feet.
"how....."
“I can’t lift it…”
The two servants looked embarrassed and their faces turned pale with fear.
Old Master Du's expression was tense, and the jade ring in his hand was almost crushed.
Just when everyone didn't know what to do, Mr. Du lost his patience.
"Don't worry, just worship."
He was also afraid that if he delayed, something might happen, and that someone might come back to life.
The entire wedding hall was filled with his younger relatives, and he couldn't accept the fact that anything happened to any of them.
When the two servants heard this, their faces turned ugly and they were about to cry.
The stench of the rotting corpse could not be covered up by perfume powder, and when the two were mixed together, the smell was so strong that it was hard to breathe.
Just as they were about to drag the body over by force, the young man who replaced the groom suddenly stretched out his white hand to the bride.
"Hmm?" Hai Ling couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly.
What does he want to do?
Everyone was confused, and the next second something happened that made everyone's breath take their breath away.
On the palm of the white and slender hand, a swollen hand covered with corpse spots was placed.
The bride stood up and stood stiffly in front of the hall. She wore a phoenix crown and a red veil, and she was not much shorter than the groom.
The two servants were so frightened that they almost fell to the ground, and it took them a long time to get up.
The emcee who presided over the wedding was quite calm. He forced a smile and shouted:
"Celebrate this day of becoming a happy couple, and be happy to be married today!"
"Bow to... Heaven and Earth!"
This sound seemed to overlap with the sound from next door, one clear and one vague, but they sounded at the same time.
Yi Tu clenched the red ribbon in her hand, and when she bowed, she subconsciously looked up at Jiang Hanyu who was standing in the crowd.
The man's gaze fell heavily on him, hiding an elusive emotion.
The moment the two looked at each other, Yitu instinctively bowed, and the man also lowered his head slightly.
Du Jinyu couldn't bend her body. Her extremely cold hands held Yi Tu tightly, with no intention of letting go.
He should have been able to feel the pain, but the cold made his senses dull.
Her tightly clenched hand was silently conveying hatred and anger to Yitu.
This was not the wedding Du Jinyu wanted. She didn't want to get married during her lifetime, nor did she want to be a nominal couple after her death.
But even if she became a ghost, she would still be a ghost of the Du family and would have no control over her own destiny.
The orders of the parents and the words of the matchmaker, every word is soaked in blood.
After the worship, they were escorted all the way to the door of Du's house under the solemn gaze of everyone.
The sedan chair to pick up the bride had already been parked there, and the servant who went forward to help the bride looked at the two people's tightly clasped hands with an embarrassed look on his face.
Yitu frowned and tried to break free, but as expected, he couldn't.
Du Jinyu was determined to take him away. Given her resentment and hatred at this moment, she would definitely not let go of Shao Feng's substitute.
There was no way to separate, so Yitu had to get into the sedan chair with the bride.
Fortunately, this sedan has a lot of space, just enough for two people to sit in.
When the curtain of the sedan chair was lowered, the enclosed space was filled with a foul smell.
The light shone through the red curtains, casting a dark red light on his face.
After the silence, there is a deeper deathly silence.
Yitu listened to the sound of the sedan bearers outside lifting the sedan, and they set off steadily.
Du Jinyu, who was sitting next to him, did not move at all, only their hands were still tightly held together.
Yitu felt very uncomfortable with that wet, cold and itchy touch.
Through a thin layer of curtains, Dong Haoyue and Song Jingchen's sedan chair soon came side by side with them.
Yitu's heart moved, and he lifted the curtain with his other hand, so that he could see clearly the person sitting in the sedan chair.
A woman in wedding attire, and a wooden man in groom's attire that looks like Song Jingchen.
The wooden figure was vivid and lifelike. The moment Yi Tu looked at it, both the ghost and the wooden figure turned their heads to look at him.
Yitu quickly lowered the curtains and turned around to find that the bride's head had turned around at some point and was facing him.
I don't know if she was looking at him or at the other bride in the sedan chair outside the window.
Du Jinyu's veil was shaking, and the thin cloth was not covering her tightly.
Yitu could still see the bride's horrific and rotten face, and cold sweat broke out on his back.
He didn't dare to act rashly anymore. He just sat there quietly, waiting for the moment to get out of the sedan chair.
However, he knew very well in his heart that if he got out of the sedan chair again, he would no longer be in this world.
Sure enough, not long after the sedan chair moved, the light outside suddenly disappeared and the inside of the sedan chair was pitch black.
Yitu couldn't help but feel sad.
The two families buried Du Jinyu and Dong Haoyue on a mountain with better feng shui at the other end of Yong'an Street.
The grave had already been dug and the coffin had been carried over. The people there waited for the sedan chair to arrive, took the bride in, and buried her properly.
But how could the bride who didn't get her wish at this moment be buried properly?
It is indeed a bit crowded to bury four people in a pit for two people.
In the cowhide notebook written by Dong Haoyue and Du Jinyu together, there was a detailed story about a strange ghost marriage.
It was the page of paper that Yitu asked Jiang Hanyu to repair.
It was written that a couple was forced to separate because of their parents' likes and dislikes, and when they had no choice, they agreed to hold their wedding on the same day.
The woman asked the man with tears in her eyes which day would be best for the wedding.
The man held her hand tightly, tears in his eyes, and said, "The 18th day of the first lunar month is a good day, why don't we make an appointment on this day."
The 18th day of the first lunar month is a good day for funerals and not for weddings. The woman understood what the man meant, and they said goodbye and agreed to meet again at the wedding.
And this next meeting will be a meeting in the underworld.
Because people who commit suicide have particularly strong resentment and frequent ghost incidents, the two families were forced to hold a ghost marriage for the two.
Finally, this pair of ill-fated mandarin ducks were able to become a real couple.
The ghost marriage recorded in the cowhide notebook also includes the funeral process.
The people accompanying the funeral must be adult men with sufficient yang energy, otherwise they will easily be dragged into the underground by the ghost relatives.
Du Jinyu also asked Dong Haoyue to write in a notebook a spell on how to save himself if such a situation occurred.
Although the ghost marriage of these two people is very different from what is written in the cowhide notebook, Yi Tu only needs to know the spell to escape.
The person who uses this spell must be a woman or man with a strong yin energy.
After being taken into the ground by a vengeful ghost, a person does not suffocate to death immediately. Instead, he will go through a period of struggle and despair.
During this process, the vengeful ghost will watch coldly from the side until the person dies.
After a person dies, the yang energy in the body will quickly dissipate, and ghosts can feel it.
Therefore, the purpose of this spell is not to allow the trapped person to struggle out of the ground, but to use the negative energy to deceive the resentful ghost and make it think that the person is dead.
Otherwise, the ghost bride will do it herself, and even if someone comes to rescue, the person will be left dead.
Secondly, it can prolong the survival time of the trapped people, thereby giving them more chances of being rescued.
If the coffin of the bride and groom is buried deep, it will be difficult to dig them out in a short time even if three or four people work together.
Therefore, such a spell will undoubtedly prolong the despair of the trapped people.
When Yi Tu saw Dong Haoyue's comments, she had similar thoughts.
But the existence of this spell is to give players a glimmer of hope.
Because he knew it in advance, all he had to do now was wait patiently.
Waiting for Jiang Hanyu to rescue him.
The only person he could trust.
He didn't know how much time had passed, the sedan was still pitch black, until Yitu smelled the fresh fishy smell of the soil around him, and he knew he had arrived.
Du Jinyu didn't say anything. She just held Yi Tu's hand tightly and pulled her out forcefully.
Yitu walked out with his back bent, and all around him was silence and darkness.
But at this moment, Du Jinyu let go of his hand.
She took off her veil, revealing a face that was almost completely rotten, with bones visible.
She smiled happily at Yitu, her mouth opened but no sound came out.
But Yitu knew what she was going to say, Welcome to our graves.
The love they cannot express is buried here, and the evil people who try to stop them will also be buried here.
Another bride came to Du Jinyu's side. They smiled at each other in the darkness, and then gradually walked away.
Yi Tu, who was forgotten and even abandoned, looked at his gradually rotting hands in astonishment.
It wasn't just his hands, his clothes were festering and his body was collapsing, falling apart bit by bit.
My breath was being swallowed up and taken away bit by bit, and the dirt seeped into my nose and ears, causing a moist itch.
Yitu endured the pain of his body being unable to move, he was buried alive in the soil.
Although I had anticipated it from the beginning, I was still filled with fear and despair when I really faced it.
He could feel the sting of bugs crawling over him and the weight of the earth pressing down on him.
He couldn't open his eyes; all the oxygen had been taken away from him.
The only two things he could do now was to silently recite the spell in his heart and pray for Jiang Hanyu's arrival.
The spell is short, with only a few simple pronunciations.
So it was very easy for Yitu to remember them, but now he realized that these simple pronunciations were undoubtedly a disguised form of torture.
If you recite it thousands or tens of thousands of times, how much time will pass?
How much longer can he study before he can get out?
Is that person not coming? Has he changed his mind?
Yitu numbly watched the despair spreading endlessly in his heart, and the darkness around him turned into a terrifying monster that swallowed him up.
So this is what it feels like to be buried alive and waiting to die.
Yitu could hardly pronounce those simple words, and he even forgot what kind of face the person he was waiting for looked like.
Why wait? The one who is supposed to come will come a long time ago.
The eyeballs sliding under Yitu's eyelids gradually stopped moving, and the corners of his eyes gradually became moist and turned into a tear.
However, this tear was quickly and mercilessly absorbed by the soil, just as it tried to absorb this tiny human being.
I don’t know how long it took, but the soil loosened.
Someone dug it up coldly and unstoppably, disturbing the silence around.
When Jiang Hanyu's muddy hands finally touched something soft, his heart trembled violently.
There was no expression on his stern face. If someone were there, they would definitely say that it was a very fierce face.
He wiped the dirt off the man's face. The familiar face looked dead, or just asleep.
"Yitu?"
Jiang Hanyu's palms were sweating for no reason.
No one responded. Jiang Hanyu was about to loosen his arms around the man's neck when the person in his arms suddenly choked and opened his eyes.
The moment their eyes met, Yitu had uncontrollable tears in her eyes.
He couldn't help but put his arms around the man's neck, tears streaming down his dirty cheeks.
His thin lips trembled as he tried to utter a word, but it took him a long time to find his voice.
"I thought you..." wasn't coming.
Jiang Hanyu's body stiffened, and it took him a while to react, then he put the person on the man's back.
He hugged her tightly with a hug that was not exactly comforting, and whispered:
"It's okay."
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