Outside the cave entrance, gongs and drums resounded, firecrackers crackled, and music played, creating a lively atmosphere. The overwhelming expanse of red clearly proclaimed that this was a grand and joyous occasion.
Not only that, but a large crowd had gathered outside, clearly a large number of onlookers. However, the expressions on their faces were genuine joy, unlike the fear and avoidance she had seen last time.
Everyone's face was filled with sincere anticipation, their eyes fixed on the bride in red wedding dress kneeling on the front stone slab. Their eyes were filled with adoration and heartfelt blessings.
This bride seemed different; she wore a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, with a red veil covering her head and her face completely hidden.
The only thing she could see was the lifelike dragon and phoenix embroidered on the red veil, intertwined and dancing, truly vivid and lifelike.
Wow, this outfit looks incredibly valuable!
Yan Qing watched for a while, and suddenly noticed that Chu Jiang next to her had instantly stiffened.
She looked up and met the other person's ashen face.
What's gotten into this guy? Yan Qing wondered to herself. Chu Jiang's face was almost as pale as a ghost's, and his hands were ice-cold. She wondered what this situation meant to the supernatural.
However, she was certain of one thing: this person was in a very bad mood.
The scene in the mirror changed again. Not far behind the bride stood a row of elderly men, each with long hair and wearing ancient long gowns, giving the impression of a time-travel.
She belatedly realized that although her clothes were similar in style to those of the onlookers, they were noticeably more modern, while theirs were more old-fashioned.
Yan Qing was puzzled. Where did these people come from? She had never seen them before.
Moreover, at first glance, the clothing style is somewhat similar to that of the people in Shibazhai, but the style is more ancient.
Further down, in the vast open space, there were sixteen large chests, all wrapped in red cloth, each carried by two strong men.
Could this be part of her dowry? Looking at the chest, which contained everything from clothing and food to housing and jewelry, Yan Qing felt a little envious. It was quite extravagant.
Beside the dowry were two old women dressed in red and green. Judging from their attire, they were clearly matchmakers in ancient times, specifically responsible for escorting the bride.
Looking around, apart from the absence of a groom, it was a very proper wedding ceremony, and a very dignified one at that.
However, the group seemed to be waiting for something and did not begin the ceremony for a long time.
The bride at the front remained kneeling upright on the stone slab, her body motionless. Even the two maids accompanying her couldn't help but secretly switch feet to support their weight, but she remained kneeling with dignified grace and an upright posture.
Suddenly, a path parted in the crowd.
From a distance, you could see a portly middle-aged man leading a young man toward you.
The middle-aged man was dressed in a wealthy man's robe, his face greasy. And the young man beside him... Yan Qing couldn't help but rub her eyes; could she be seeing things?
She subconsciously looked up at Chu Jiang beside her, then compared him to her reflection in the mirror. Finally, she had to accept the fact: wasn't this the same person?
In just a short while, the middle-aged man had brought the "Chujiang No. 2" to the square in front of the cave.
Yan Qing stared at "Chujiang No. 2" without blinking, first smiling slightly, which instantly drew a small gasp of surprise from the women in the square.
Then he parted his lips slightly, about to speak—
"Snap—"
Suddenly, the mirror went completely dark, then returned to its original state. The person who appeared to be "Chujiang No. 2" was nowhere to be seen.
Holy crap!
Yan Qing's curiosity was abruptly cut short at its peak, almost causing her to burst into a tirade. She glared at Chu Jiang, utterly annoyed; this bastard was definitely doing it on purpose!
"Sorry, my magic weapon is malfunctioning." Chu Jiang probably didn't even believe himself when he said that.
Yan Qing didn't have time to argue with him. The real drama was about to begin. "You actually tried to pull this internet disconnection trick on me?"
So she unleashed her speed and swiftly pounced to the side of the cave entrance, a spot she had discovered last time, perfect for spying.
However, what she saw with her own eyes this time was the bride's red back view. The bright red veil was still lying on the ground at the entrance of the cave, but the bride went down the mountain without looking back.
The onlookers seemed stunned, and the crowd automatically parted to make way for the bride.
However, there was still some gain. When the bride passed by the crowd, she seemed to deliberately linger next to "Chujiang No. 2" for a moment before continuing down the mountain.
Then, the crowd remained in this stalemate for several more minutes, during which almost everyone was dumbfounded. Even the row of long-haired elders didn't react in time to send someone to stop the bride or bring her back.
It seemed like the stalemate would continue, but it was the onlookers who first erupted.
"The Flower Cave Maiden has run away, and the Cave God is furious. What should we do?"
"Yes, the Cave God is angry, and our Eighteen Villages are doomed!"
"What should we do? The cave god will definitely be furious now!"
Among the onlookers, most of them actually knelt down immediately, raised their hands high in a prostration posture, and frantically kowtowed on the ground, begging the cave god for forgiveness.
Suddenly, a sharp voice rang out. The voice seemed to come from someone in the crowd, but strangely, Yan Qing couldn't see anyone opening their mouth to speak, yet the voice still rang out.
"It's that man's fault! He stole the Flower Cave Maiden! We must kill him to atone to the Cave God!"
The voice was neither male nor female, but its words were extremely provocative. Many people were persuaded and began to look at "Chujiang No. 2" with hatred.
"Kill him! Sacrifice him to the cave god as an atonement!" The shrill voice rang out again.
Throughout the entire process, Yan Qing didn't dare to blink, staring intently at everyone. Not only that, she also released Youming Jinli and Lingxi to help her carefully search for the source of the shrill voice.
Although the two strange creatures are greatly restrained here, the area at the cave entrance is least affected, so it seems they can hold out for a while.
Unfortunately, she didn't notice that anyone's mouth had moved, so she couldn't tell who it was at all.
"Master, I didn't find it either," Lingxi reported to her. This person was very strange.
"Me too."
Yan Qing sighed, "It seems that someone might know ventriloquism and is deliberately trying to sow discord between us."
In that case, "Chujiang No. 2" would be in danger.
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