Chapter 120 The Infinite Player's Ghost Wife
The extreme sense of weirdness made Xie Qing feel as if he was seeing an extremely beautiful flower whose roots had long since rotted but was still blooming.
"Send her to the bridal chamber!"
"The ceremony is over!"
The matchmaker's suddenly raised voice brought Xie Qing back to his senses. The bride, supported by two maids, was holding the red silk and walking slowly forward. Xie Qing looked at her slender and tall back and followed her easily.
Several guests whose attire did not fit in with the crowd winked at Xie Qing and watched him leave.
The sky was dark, with no stars or moon, only thick or thin grayish-white mist floating in the air.
The red lanterns hanging under the eaves are spaced evenly apart, illuminating the courtyard.
The music stopped at the moment the ceremony was over, and the crying sounds mixed in with it also stopped.
There was no festive atmosphere, and the surroundings were completely silent without even the sound of insects.
The exquisite mansion is decorated with wedding characters everywhere, and when the wind blows, it feels cold and gloomy after the merriment.
Xie Qing walked behind him unconsciously, and the red silk hanging on the ground rose and fell like water on the threshold of the new house, leading the way for him.
At the other end of the red silk sat his bride.
Xie Qing touched the prop hidden in his sleeve, then stepped over the stairs holding the silk cloth.
The door behind him closed automatically without any wind.
The mandarin duck red candles on the table were burning quietly. The bride, wearing her wedding dress and a red veil, was sitting on the edge of the bed, with her hands gently clasped on her skirt, a posture of waiting.
The beautiful lady covered with a red scarf in the new house has a unique beauty even if you can't see her face.
This would have been an extremely pleasing sight if the bride wasn't a ghost.
The temperature in the air was very low, and the coolness seeped into the flesh and blood through the surface of the clothes.
Xie Qing picked up the scale beside him and slowly lifted his wife's veil.
Deep red lips, a delicate nose, and soft eyes. The pupils in these eyes are extremely black, seemingly able to captivate souls.
Although he is a teenager and his features are tougher than those of a girl, his skin has some feminine features and is particularly delicate, so it does not look out of place. In fact, because of his masculine features, his look has a more special charm.
“You’re so pretty.”
Xie Qing made no secret of his admiration and praised him sincerely.
However, he did not get too close. Although he stood there relaxed, he was always in a state of readiness.
The fog in Xie Qing's heart did not dissipate, but instead became more and more. He felt that this copy was very strange, and the same was true for the ghost bride in front of him.
The veil on Lin Zhi's head fell to the ground flutteringly. She curled her lips as she listened to the compliments from her new husband.
The grayish-white mist intertwined around him, and his fingers moved slightly, from stiff to flexible.
Xie Qing, who was still alive in the game copy, could not see anything and only felt that fog seemed to be rising around him again.
"Although we have already been married, I haven't asked for your name yet."
Xie Qing's face was full of curiosity. Since entering this copy, he didn't know the boss's name.
From the beginning when we heard that she was the concubine of the Lin family, to later the fifth young lady, his name did not appear in any of the clues.
There are various references, but in short, none of them is the name that best represents his identity.
"Lin Zhi."
The boy's voice was clear, like the gurgling of a stream with broken ice floating on it in early spring.
"Your name is also very nice. My name is Xie Qing. Although it's strange to meet you in this way, I'm very happy to meet you."
Xie Qing introduced himself politely, with a cheerful look on his face and no guard at all.
He approached Lin Zhi and asked with some concern: "I heard that you are seriously ill and need a wedding to bring good luck. Are you feeling unwell now?"
Lin Zhi knew that Xie Qing said this to delay time, waiting for his teammates to come in and implement the plan, so he did not give a direct answer.
"Are you waiting for those people outside? They can't come in."
Xie Qing saw the bride in front of him smiling, like a gorgeous flower, but the words that came out of his mouth did not make him feel beautiful.
In the corridor, Dongdong and a few others were walking back and forth, unable to find the door to the new house, and they looked anxious.
Separated by a wall, Xie Qing heard Lin Zhi's words and said in surprise: "Why should I wait for them? Isn't this our wedding night?"
"Your health is not good, would you like to drink tea instead of wine?"
Xie Qing walked to the table calmly. Two glasses of sake had been poured into the wine glasses. The wine was clear and colorless, and there was no sign that it had been poisoned.
"Need not."
Hearing Lin Zhi's answer, Xie Qing stopped persuading her. He picked up two wine glasses and walked towards Lin Zhi who was standing beside the bed.
The candlelight was dim, casting only a shadow.
Xie Qing pretended not to notice that there was no shadow beside Lin Zhi and handed the wine glass to Lin Zhi.
The moment Lin Zhi raised his hand to take it, he poured his glass of wine at Lin Zhi.
A dazzling light suddenly appeared, and between the wine and the light, the blood-stained peach wood sword stabbed at the rosy skull in front of it as fast as thunder.
The peach wood sword was sharpened, and even though it was a wooden sword, it was still extremely sharp. Xie Qing was 70% sure that he could kill Lin Zhi with one strike, and 100% sure that he could injure Lin Zhi.
Everything happened in an instant, and the blood-stained peach wood sword hovered in front of Lin Zhi's chest.
Blood dripped down the blade and landed on the bride's bright red wedding dress.
Xie Qing's pupils constricted and his heartbeat began to speed up.
"Your hand is bleeding, doesn't it hurt?"
Lin Zhi's hand held the tip of the sword but was not scratched. He easily took the sword from Xie Qing's hand and looked at Xie Qing's palm.
There was a deep scratch on Xie Qing's palm. He was in a hurry to draw his sword with blood on it, and did not control the force of the scratch.
"It does hurt a bit. It turns out that we can't use controlled knives casually."
Xie Qing looked distressed and spoke naturally, without any guilt for failing to swing the sword at others.
Fake, Xie Qing analyzed calmly.
The props are fake, or rather, the whole thing is fake. It is not a real prop for passing the level. They were deceived, deceived by this ghost.
Xie Qing didn't know whether this was the original mechanism or something else, but it was obvious that he was once again approaching the end of his life.
"I apologize for my recklessness. I hope you can forgive me because we just got married. After all, it's not auspicious to become a widower on the first day. At least we can wait until the second day."
Xie Qing sincerely apologized and gave an extremely Feng Shui and metaphysical suggestion.
If his teammates didn't come in, he would really die here.
If Lin Zhi had the ability to block the players out and create false clues to trick them, then this hell-level copy should not appear in front of them. There must be a way.
"It doesn't matter. When you got married to me, you were already a widow."
Lin Zhi raised the blood-stained peach wood sword. Just when Xie Qing thought he was going to kill him with the sword, he saw Lin Zhi in front of him just put the tip of the sword close to his lips and licked the blood on it with the tip of his tongue.
His blood dyed Lin Zhi's red lips even redder, and the young man in front of him in a bright red wedding dress looked like a painted ghost.
They were so close to each other that Xie Qing could smell the sweet fragrance coming from Lin Zhi.
It is particularly lingering and fragrant in the enclosed space, and also shocking.
Xie Qing looked at the pair of smiling black eyes and his body stiffened.
He was not afraid, but he really could not move. His body was against his will and no longer belonged to him.
The blood-stained peach wood sword was thrown aside by Lin Zhi and lay among the broken pieces of wine cup on the ground.
Slender white fingers unbuttoned the groom's clothes, unzipped his sweatshirt, and unbuttoned his shirt.
"Your clothes are such a hassle."
Xie Qing heard the boy's complaint, pulled the corner of his lips and said: "You can let me go, I can do it myself, how can I let you waste your energy on such a thing."
Of course, as an innocent boy, the first step for him to regain control of his body is to put on his clothes. Why is it that the boss of the copy not only kills people, but also rapes them?
Xie Qing only thought about losing his life, not losing his innocence.
"It's unlocked."
Lin Zhi placed his palm on Xie Qing's chest and lowered his head as if studying it carefully.
The ghost's body was icy cold, like an ice cube, sticking to Xie Qing's heart.
Xie Qing tried to regain control of his body, but found it was in vain.
A sharp pain suddenly came from his heart, causing Xie Qing's handsome features to distort slightly.
He felt that Lin Zhi's fingers seemed to penetrate the surface of his skin and were about to touch his heart.
"Xie Qing, your heart is beating so fast, I saw it."
Lin Zhi murmured, pressing her lips against Xie Qing's wound.
To form a blood pact, he needs to drink Xie Qing's blood, but it must be his own blood.
According to the instructions, he didn't have to worry about harming Xie Qing's life, but pain was inevitable, and he could only let his baby endure it.
"Really? Too bad I can't see it."
Xie Qing endured the pain and responded to Lin Zhi in a light tone.
His eyes were dark and opaque.
Still can't move.
The light stored previously had been used up to unleash the killing move. Now it was night, and even stealing the candlelight would be of no use.
The gap between humans and ghosts seems to be fully displayed at this moment, and this result cannot be changed by human power.
Beads of sweat flowed uncontrollably from Xie Qing's forehead, and veins bulged on his neck.
Is this where it's going to end?
…Then let’s stop here.
Xie Qing felt a sharp pain in his heart. He was too familiar with this pain. Every time he felt it, he hoped that his heart would give up and burst in his body, like a death knell for all his relatives and for himself as well.
He is living hard and not disappointing his parents' expectations.
He has been trying to carry out their will, but things never go as planned, right? It's always like this.
Xie Qing's breathing quickened uncontrollably, and his face turned paler and paler.
A soft and smooth touch appeared on his heart, as if Lin Zhi's tongue tip had penetrated into his heart from between the flesh and blood tissue, licking the blood vessels above and sucking his blood.
The fragrance filling his nasal cavity was like some kind of relaxing anesthetic. Xie Qing felt that his body seemed to be going from tense to more and more relaxed, but it was still not controlled by his reason.
Xie Qing's consciousness became more and more hazy as the pain grew. The face of the young man in front of him went from blurry to clear, like a lens that was constantly focusing.
The soft, bright red tip of the tongue licked the blood off the lips with a somewhat terrifying tenderness.
"Remember to be a widow for me."
What?
There was a sharp buzzing sound in Xie Qing's ears, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, his consciousness sank uncontrollably, and he fell completely into darkness.
"Xie Qing! Xie Qing!"
The overlapping of anxious calls made Xie Qing suddenly open his eyes.
The anxious teammates standing nearby heaved a sigh of relief when they saw him wake up.
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