Chapter 105 Wedding and mourning (36) (1)
Because of the dangers the program crew experienced at Wild Wolf Peak, before the recording of the third episode began, the director team sent a letter of notification of possible dangerous situations to all guests participating in the program. Guests are requested to decide whether to participate after careful consideration.
Zhao Zhen hesitated, but in the end, he continued to participate in the show.
As the most seriously injured guest in the previous episode of Wild Wolf Peak besides Anthony and Rourou, Zhao Zhen even thought about dying.
No, if it weren’t for Yan Shixun, he would probably have died in the mountain temple on Wild Wolf Peak due to excessive blood loss and infection.
He is well aware of the dangers inherent in this program, and unlike some people who are willing to risk their lives for popularity and traffic, he does not take the chance of betting that the program crew will not encounter any danger in the next itinerary.
In fact, when Zhao Zhen signed the notice, he was already prepared to face danger.
This show can double his popularity and fan base, allowing him to leap from an embarrassing position where his acting is more famous than he is himself to a truly famous actor.
Because of this, he is qualified to choose the scripts he likes, play the roles he wants to play, and say no to those bad dramas.
But it's not just because of that.
There is another more important reason why Zhao Zhen chose to continue this program——
He liked the atmosphere of the program and the feeling of working with other guests. He also liked the things that Yan Shixun subtly revealed, which were different from the real world he lived in.
The aura was so mysterious that Zhao Zhen could not describe it accurately. But he was willing to compare it to the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth itself, the boundary and answer between life and death.
"If you want to get something you don't deserve, you have to be prepared to face something, right?"
Zhao Zhen huddled on the other side of the coffin, put his palms on the coffin lid, clenched his teeth and tried hard to flip the lid over.
The air in the small, closed coffin was thin, hot and suffocating.
A large amount of sweat soaked Zhao Zhen's clothes, and flowed down his forehead like a stream, soaking his hair. He looked very miserable, but he still managed to focus on talking to the skeleton in a wedding dress next to him.
Zhao Zhen no longer looked as frightened as he had just been when he suddenly saw the skeleton in the coffin. He quickly adjusted his mentality and was in a mood to comfort the skeleton.
"Although I don't know what happened to you, since we are here and still alive, we have to find a way to get out."
Zhao Zhen took a deep breath and looked exhausted, but he still did not give up. The tone of his voice when speaking to the skeleton seemed natural and friendly, like the casual chat and complaints between ordinary friends.
"In fact, I didn't believe in the existence of ghosts and gods. I thought it was just unexplored science, something that human cameras couldn't capture at this stage. But this idea was completely changed before - by a person named Yan Shixun, by this show."
Zhao Zhen's eyebrows were tired, and the scarcity of air made him lose energy quickly, but his voice was still steady and with a smile: "Although I have played many different roles, they are not me. I am a stagnant pool of water."
"I have been living by the rules all these years, my life is routine, my agent and assistant arrange my schedule, tell me it is right to do so, and I choose the most correct path in my mind."
He paused, his palm fell weakly on his abdomen, and he took big gulps of the hot air. "But, but you have to know that human instinct is crazy. We want to make life full of surprises and look forward to a world we don't understand. Just like many people will participate in extreme sports to get a stimulating sensory experience."
"Although I have played characters who love extreme sports, I don't understand that kind of thing is no different from seeking death. I think it's just that they live too happily and are bored and look for something to do. But now I understand."
Zhao Zhen turned his head to look at the skeleton. Under the faint red light, his eyes sparkled: "Because life needs surprises. No matter how many surprises there are, life cannot become a pool of stagnant water."
"And to achieve that, you sometimes have to face danger - only fair, right?"
Zhao Zhen smiled and said, "I had a feeling that as long as I followed this program and had Mr. Yan by my side, I would encounter this kind of surprise again. Sure enough, I guessed right."
When Zhao Zhen was talking and smiling, the skeleton was also looking at him quietly. Red light fell into the empty eye sockets, as if filled with blood, shaking gently.
After a short rest, Zhao Zhen placed his palms on the wooden board of the coffin again and tried to exert force again.
"Don't worry, I will rescue us all. You won't be locked up here."
Zhao Zhen treated the scary skeleton lying next to him as a little girl who needed protection. He gritted his teeth and spoke to the skeleton next to him with a smile: "My name is Zhao Zhen, what's yours?"
"Huh... I hope this coffin isn't nailed shut. That way we have hope of getting out of here."
Zhao Zhen could feel that the coffin lid was very heavy, and his strength was completely unable to contend with that weight. He had no choice but to temporarily put down his palm, rubbed his aching muscles, and prepared to gather strength to try to open the coffin lid again.
The skeleton kept looking at Zhao Zhen quietly. The white skeleton was wrapped in a bright red wedding dress, revealing a strange and terrifying feeling.
However, Zhao Zhen was only frightened at the beginning, and then he spoke to her normally.
He wanted to rescue her and leave.
Or sell her?
The skeleton's finger bones moved for a long time. When Zhao Zhen was ready to try again, she opened her jaws and made a sound.
"My name is..."
"My name is Yang Duo."
Zhao Zhen was suddenly stunned.
He turned around and was surprised to remember that in the wedding scene that was like an illusion, the villagers called him Yang Duo.
Yang Duo is the girl who is getting married in her wedding dress!
No wonder, was that why he was locked in the coffin with Yang Duo? He remembered that before he lost consciousness, he watched the girl being thrown into the coffin by the villagers.
"Yang Duo..." Zhao Zhen looked at the skeleton beside him with a complicated expression.
Zhao Zhen looked like he wanted to say something and was still formulating his words.
But at this moment, he suddenly felt the coffin board under his palm making a slight friction sound, and the board, which was too heavy to be moved just now, was suddenly pried open and lifted up a little by him.
A look of joy immediately flashed across Zhao Zhen's face. He took a deep breath, and took advantage of the opportunity to pursue the opponent. He used all his strength without holding back any energy, and with his sudden force, he successfully lifted up the coffin lid, allowing fresh air from outside to rush in.
He gritted his teeth and used his trembling arms to move the coffin lid to the side.
“Squeak…”
There was a sound of friction between the wooden boards, and the bright moonlight outside shone all over Zhao Zhen.
He took big gulps of fresh air and felt his lungs almost explode with pain, while his wrists and arms, which had been overexerted, were trembling and painful.
But it's all worth it.
A smile appeared on Zhao Zhen's face. He turned his head and looked around: "Okay, we can leave now..."
His voice and smile froze.
The half of the coffin where the skeleton was originally lying was now empty, without any trace of the skeleton.
Not even a piece of clothing was left.
Has the girl named Yang Duo left?
Zhao Zhen's face was stunned and he didn't react for a moment.
But then again, they have already become ghosts, so of course they can come and go freely.
He knew it, he just...
Zhao Zhen smiled helplessly and shook his head, then stood up from the narrow coffin, supported himself on the edge of the coffin with his hands, and sat on the ground next to the coffin. Then he lowered his eyes and looked at the coffin where the skeleton had disappeared.
The wooden boards on the inner wall of the coffin were covered with scratches from fingernails and streaks of blood. These were the marks left by someone who had struggled desperately and even hurt himself. It was horrifying to look at.
Zhao Zhen sighed.
He just wanted this girl named Yang Duo to get a response for her request for help. He wanted her to know that she would not die alone, and he was willing to help her.
But he showed up too late.
"Yang Duo." Zhao Zhen whispered Yang Duo's name, smiled bitterly and shook his head slowly: "I'm sorry, I didn't know about this kind of thing happening here until after you died, and I didn't have time to help you."
Yang Duo's name made Zhao Zhen realize that perhaps everything he had experienced before was all Yang Duo's memories before his death.
If this is true, then being forced, being defiled, being drugged and forced to marry, being buried alive and suffocated to death...all the pain he experienced is what Yang Duo had experienced before.
But she is just a child!
Zhao Zhen felt anger filling his heart, but on the other hand, he also sadly realized that all this was something that had happened and could not be changed.
He sat quietly on the mound of earth next to the coffin for a while. When he felt his strength returning to his body, he raised his head and looked around, trying to confirm where he was.
The surroundings were quiet. Zhao Zhen saw that there seemed to be a grand place next to him. There were dragons carved on the high doorposts and vigorous handwriting on the couplets. There was also a plaque hanging on the top, with four large characters written in a flamboyant style: "Yang's Ancestral Hall".
Zhao Zhen was a little puzzled. Was he in front of the gate of the Yang Family Ancestral Hall?
……etc!
The ancestral hall triggered Zhao Zhen's memory, reminding him that in the illusion just now, he saw the place where Yang Duo was buried alive, which seemed to be the Yang's ancestral hall.
Zhao Zhen looked around and found that the coffin he had just been in was indeed buried in front of the ancestral hall. He just didn't know what had happened. The coffin had obviously been buried in the soil, but now the soil had been dug up, revealing the coffin, and the coffin lid that he had just moved was placed at an angle on the ground.
Obviously, if the coffin had not been dug out, given the weight of the soil, he would not have been able to get out even if he tried hard.
Zhao Zhen waited for a while, until his strength was almost recovered, then he slowly stood up with his still trembling legs, preparing to step out of the coffin and crawl to the ground.
But when he reached his hand upwards, preparing to grab something to gain leverage to climb up, he suddenly felt as if his knee had hit something angular.
He looked down and saw a pointed corner of wood sticking out from the cross-section of the soil next to it.
If Zhao Zhen was asked to tell what it was before today, he would definitely not know. But now, he knows it very well.
——This is a corner of the coffin, very similar to the one he just climbed out of.
There are other coffins buried next to him!
This realization suddenly appeared in Zhao Zhen's mind. He was stunned for a moment, then quickly crawled to the ground in a few steps. He hurriedly searched around and found an iron farm tool. He hurried back and shoveled it directly, quickly digging up the soil next to it.
What if there are other people like Yang Duo buried here? What if some are still alive and can be helped in time?
Zhao Zhen knew that his idea was ridiculous, but he couldn't help imagining that if there was still a living person in the coffin, how desperate would that person be to see himself suffocating to death little by little when he was clearly still alive?
He missed helping Yang Duo, so he can't miss helping others again!
The soil was dug up shovel by shovel, and the coffin underneath was revealed.
Zhao Zhen didn't have time to care that she was still wearing a bright red wedding dress, and was even covered with pearls and jade.
He roughly lifted up the hem of his long skirt and tied it around his waist to prevent his movements from being hindered. Then he knelt beside the coffin and reached out to pry open a corner of the coffin. His arms were shaking from the overexertion, but he still tried to open the coffin.
The coffin was too heavy, and Zhao Zhen tried several times before he succeeded in opening the coffin lid. He pushed hard, letting the board slide aside, and then he stretched his head out of breath to look inside the coffin.
Zhao Zhen had already prepared himself to see a skeleton or a horrific corpse, but he did not expect that what he saw was a familiar face.
Road star!
This independent talented musician who always had a rebellious temper, now lost all his previous vitality. He fell pale in the coffin, his eyes were closed, his lips were bloodless, and his chest was flat. He looked like he was dead.
How, how could this happen?
Zhao Zhen didn't know why the person he had seen before falling asleep was lying here like this. But he didn't have time to think too much, so he quickly jumped into the coffin, reached out to help Lu Xingxing up, and tentatively stretched out his hand to feel Lu Xingxing's pulse.
Fortunately, although the pulse was weak, it was not completely absent, and the body was still warm.
Lu Xingxing is still alive.
Zhao Zhen let out a long sigh, and his panicked heart fell back into his chest.
He didn't dare to delay and quickly reached out and patted Lu Xingxing's cheek, hoping to wake him up: "Lu Xingxing, Lu Xingxing? Wake up, you can't sleep at this time!"
But Lu Xingxing weakly followed Zhao Zhen's movements with his head tilted, without any strength of his own, and seemed to have fallen into a deep coma.
Zhao Zhen roughly guessed the reason why Lu Xingxing was in this state now.
asphyxia.
Because he had felt the same pain when he was in the coffin just now. If the coffin had not suddenly loosened when he was talking to Yang Duo, allowing him to push open the coffin lid, he would have become like Lu Xingxing in ten minutes.
"Lu Xingxing, I'll give you three counts. If you still don't wake up, don't blame me. I hope you don't despise me because I'm a man - no, I still hope you can tell the difference between artificial respiration and kissing. I don't want to do that either, but for the sake of your life."
Zhao Zhen shrugged with a wry smile, pinched Lu Xingxing's open mouth and nose with his hands, then he took a deep breath and bent down to reach towards Lu Xingxing's mouth, ready to help him breathe again.
The situation was urgent, and he didn't dare to hesitate for even a second. Even if he hesitated for a second longer, Lu Xingxing, whose condition was already not good, might die. He didn't know how long Lu Xingxing had been unconscious due to suffocation, but he had to let Lu Xingxing resume breathing on his own first.
Zhao Zhen watched himself slowly approaching Lu Xingxing, sighing silently in his heart. He had been an actor for so many years, but this was the first time he had been in such close contact with a man.
To be honest, he felt a little uncomfortable.
Just as Zhao Zhen was about to approach Lu Xingxing, Lu Xingxing suddenly took a long breath, resumed breathing, and then opened his eyes instantly.
Lu Xingxing saw a big face getting closer and closer to him from above, as if it wanted to kiss him.
Lu Xingxing: “…………???”
"Fuck! Brother Ghost, what are you doing? Not only did you kill someone, but you also wanted to humiliate me? Aren't you disgusting?" Lu Xingxing hurriedly reached out and pushed the face away, cursing this unreasonable and unethical ghost.
He thought it was normal for other ghosts to kill people for money, so why did a flower-stealing ghost suddenly appear? Look carefully, he is a man!
Zhao Zhen was caught off guard and was pushed by Lu Xingxing. He staggered backwards and fell into the coffin. His lower back hit the edge of the coffin and his expression was distorted in pain.
"Do you dare to be like other ghosts? Let's not do those fancy things. Can't you just kill people directly? I have been a Taoist priest for so many years. Even if I haven't caught ghosts alone many times, this is the first time I have seen a ghost like you! Don't you know that humans and ghosts are different? I know that I look good, but you can't be like this! Do you know how many fans I have? Last year, I was rated as one of the top ten faces that people want to sleep with in the music industry. Do you know how many girls' hearts will be broken by your behavior..."
Lu Xingxing seemed to be really scared. After pushing Zhao Zhen away, he didn't even look up to confirm who it was. He just kept cursing and looked like he would never stop.
very good.
Zhao Zhen rubbed his lower back with a grin, thinking calmly: He is so energetic, which at least means that Lu Xingxing is in good condition and he doesn't need to worry about him.
"Lu Xingxing, look up before you curse at others."
Zhao Zhen said helplessly: "I am Zhao Zhen, and I am from the same production team as you. We just met before going to bed. Don't you remember?"
"Also, I must emphasize that I was going to give you artificial respiration, not kiss you - don't make me sound like a pervert, okay?"
Lu Xingxing raised his head doubtfully, and then he saw that at the other end of the coffin, Zhao Zhen was wearing a bright red wedding dress, with gold and silver hangings on her body, and she seemed to be wearing a wig on her head, which was full of gold and jade.
But what was even more eye-catching was that Zhao Zhen tied the hem of her long skirt into a knot around her waist, and two hairy legs covered with black sweat stretched out from the red skirt.
- Just ask yourself, when a man who always appears as a tough guy with a broad frame, strong muscles and wheat-colored skin suddenly appears in front of you as a "woman" wearing a bright red wedding dress and full of jewelry, how would you feel?
This strong and vivid visual contrast almost made Lu Xingxing gasp. He felt truly shocked. His brain went blank and he didn't know how to react for a long time.
Lu Xingxing's hands were shaking, and it took him a long time to find his voice.
"Zhao, Zhao Zhen?"
Zhao Zhen nodded with relief: "It's me. I was buried in the coffin next to you just now. I didn't expect that my neighbor would be you..."
"You still say you're not a pervert! As soon as I opened my eyes I saw you trying to kiss me—and in women's clothing!"
Lu Xingxing was heartbroken and interrupted Zhao Zhen: "Look at you, you're wearing women's clothes, but why did you pick such a set of clothes? You look like Ruhua now! What's your aesthetic? Even if you are a pervert, you must be a good-looking pervert, okay?"
Zhao Zhen: “…………”
Zhao Zhen: “???”
Because Lu Xingxing's grief-stricken look was so naked, Zhao Zhen belatedly lowered his head and looked at himself.
Then he realized—
Just like when he saw Yang Duo’s memory before, he was the bride herself. He was even wearing the same wedding dress and jewelry as Yang Duo.
It was just because the situation just now was too critical, so he didn't have time to react, and didn't realize in time that he was wearing such clothes.
Zhao Zhen: “…Fuck!”
I felt that my lifelong reputation was ruined in an instant.
"Wait! Listen to my explanation. I can explain the current situation..." Zhao Zhen hurriedly reached out to Lu Xingxing.
Lu Xingxing's voice was firm: "No, you don't have to explain!"
"I am not..."
"You just like women's clothes, right? It's nothing shameful! Although I don't agree with your hobby of wearing wedding clothes and running to the cemetery in the middle of the night. But don't worry! I won't tell anyone."
Lu Xingxing came over sitting beside the coffin and patted Zhao Zhen's shoulder solemnly, like a good brother: "Who doesn't have some personal hobbies? What's your hobby? I know a 1.8-meter-tall rock player who dances on the stage in a short skirt with big red flowers and high heels. That's called personality! Music respects personality!"
Zhao Zhen's forehead twitched, and finally he couldn't stand it anymore and grabbed Lu Xingxing's arm: "That's enough! Shut up!"
Lu Xingxing immediately shut up, blinked, and looked at him innocently.
“………”
Zhao Zhenxin sighed tiredly, feeling that there might indeed be a generation gap between his somewhat serious personality and Lu Xingxing, a musician with an overly uninhibited personality, and that the communication between them was really two completely different things.
"I did want to give you artificial respiration just now because you were suffocating and passed out, remember?"
Zhao Zhen tried his best to calm himself down, and then asked seriously: "Do you remember what happened before you fell into a coma? Do you know why you appeared in the coffin?"
Lu Xingxing then looked up in confusion. He broke away from the impact of a big mouth approaching him as soon as he opened his eyes, and began to carefully check the environment around him.
"Yes, we are in the coffin now." Lu Xingxing touched his chin and thought: "So, how did I appear in the coffin?"
"...Then you have to ask yourself." Zhao Zhen had a blank expression on his face.
Is this person really the Taoist priest of Haiyun Temple? I heard that Mr. Yan is also from Haiyun Temple, so why is this person so different from Mr. Yan? This person's resume must be fake.
Even though he had doubts in his heart, the current situation did not allow Zhao Zhen to think too much.
For no apparent reason, she completed a forced wedding as a bride and was even buried alive, experiencing the pain of suffocation. When she woke up, she found a skeleton lying beside her, and the room outside was no longer the one she had slept in before. The young master Song Ci, who shared the same room with her, was nowhere to be seen, and instead, Lu Xingxing was buried in the coffin next door.
What is this?
Zhao Zhen spoke very quickly and concisely to Lu Xingxing about the series of events he had just experienced. He also raised his voice and explained with gritted teeth why he was wearing a wedding dress and jewelry.
Lu Xingxing suddenly realized: "So, you just got married?"
Zhao Zhen: “…………”
Destroy it!
"Lu Xingxing, did your master at Haiyun Temple ever have the urge to beat you to death?"
Zhao Zhen felt that with his serious personality, he might not be able to get along with someone like Lu Xingxing, otherwise he would be angry to death sooner or later.
He asked word by word with a fake smile: "When you listen to others talking, can't you grasp the main point?"
I told you that I was just treated as the dead girl Yang Duo and experienced her memories before death, and you asked me if I just got married???
Lu Xingxing raised his hand and touched his nose angrily, then coughed guiltily.
His master did always regret accepting him as his disciple, and there were times when he wanted to beat him to death.
"Okay, I get it, something is indeed wrong."
Lu Xingxing tried to look as serious as possible. He nodded, stood up from the coffin first, and then reached out to pull Zhao Zhen up.
"I actually don't know why I ended up in the coffin. I was inside when I opened my eyes. After I passed out and opened my eyes again, I saw you with your eyebrows and eyes painted on. You wanted to kiss me with your big red lips. No, artificial respiration. I thought you were a ghost..."
Lu Xingxing coughed and said, "It seems that the others are not here. We need to find out what happened. I have to find the others quickly and protect their safety."
Zhao Zhen looked at Lu Xingxing with suspicion.
Lu Xingxing touched his nose and said righteously, "My master asked me to participate in the program because he wanted me to protect the people in the program. After all, I am also a Taoist priest of Haiyun Temple. What are you doubting?"
Zhao Zhen’s indifferent face: Oh.
But Lu Xingxing was right, they had to ensure the safety of others.
Zhao Zhen was now terrified, and was glad that he had not left the coffin there without paying any attention. If he had left directly, Lu Xingxing in the coffin would have really died in the coffin.
——One-stop service, no need to dig a grave or fill the soil, the person will be buried immediately after death.
But because of this, Zhao Zhen couldn't help but wonder if there were other people in the program team who were in this situation and needed help from others?
If that's true, then every second they delay will be more fatal to the rest of the program crew.
"Wait, this place... seems to be in the village."
Lu Xingxing looked up at the surrounding scenery and said hesitantly: "When we passed by the village today, I remember that it was this architectural style, but we didn't see the ancestral hall."
"So, how did we teleport from the farmhouse to the front of the ancestral hall?" He wondered, "But if it was a ghost, why didn't it just kill us?"
Zhao Zhen said: "If I hadn't found the coffin just now, you would have been buried here until you died and no one would have found you. It would have been no different from killing us."
"Speaking of coffins..."
Lu Xingxing's eyes moved down to the coffin lid that Zhao Zhen had moved to the side. "I've been wanting to ask you since just now, how did you open the coffin lid? There are nine-inch nails nailed on it."
He reached out and pressed the hole left by the nail on the corner of the coffin. There was a circle of rust on it, and it seemed that it had been corroded by rain and soil for many years.
"I remember now. I also tried to open the coffin before I passed out, but I failed. When I was half conscious, I heard the sound of nails being nailed into the coffin. This must be it."
As a formal disciple of Haiyun Temple, Lu Xingxing was scolded by his master, Taoist Song Yi, but he was still a professional. So, when he saw the whole picture of the coffin, his face, which had just been smiling, became serious.
"The four corners of the coffin are nailed with nine-inch nails, and judging from the cross-section of the coffin board, molten iron has been poured, which makes the coffin tightly closed and almost impossible to pry open. In the past, there were only two situations in which coffins were treated like this. First, the deceased's family was rich and did not want insects and ants to enter the coffin and eat the body. Second."
Lu Xingxing paused, then turned to look at Zhao Zhen: "Prevent the corpse in the coffin from rising."
"This is very solid, Zhao Zhen, how did you lift it up? I don't think someone who has no knowledge of non-scientific methods can have the strength to lift it up."
Lu Xingxing's face was serious and alert: "Are you really the actor Zhao Zhen that I know? How can I believe that you are not the White Bone Demon who has transformed into Zhao Zhen's appearance?"
Zhao Zhen was also a little confused by what Lu Xingxing said.
He looked in the direction of Lu Xingxing's hand and saw long nails nailed on the four corners of the coffin. He turned around and looked at the coffin where he had just lay and found the same marks on the coffin lid.
However, he was indeed talking to Yang Duo when he suddenly felt that the heavy coffin that had been unable to be moved could be pushed open.
Now that he thought about it, he really didn't know how he did it.
but……
"Lu Xingxing, have you watched too many cartoons? The Three Strikes on the White Bone Demon?" Zhao Zhen snorted coldly: "Then what are you? Zhu Bajie?"
Lu Xingxing put his hands on his hips and said confidently: "No, I am the Monkey King!"
Zhao Zhen: “…”
"I know Mr. Yan, and I also know that you are Mr. Yan's nephew. I also asked Mr. Yan to draw a talisman for me..."
Zhao Zhen spoke very quickly about Lu Xingxing's various situations, and then finally asked: "What about now? Do you still think I'm the White Bone Demon?"
Lu Xingxing shook his head decisively: "No."
Zhao Zhen breathed a sigh of relief and was about to suggest that Lu Xingxing start checking from the ancestral hall closest to them.
But Lu Xingxing continued, "There is no such ugly White Bone Demon with two hairy legs."
Lu Xingxing glanced at Zhao Zhen with disdain, and then stopped at his legs exposed from under his skirt: "It's very cost-effective, Zhao Zhen, you don't have to wear woolen pants in autumn and winter."
Zhao Zhen: “…”
With an expressionless face, he grabbed the protrusion of the soil next to him and used it to climb out of the coffin. Then he let go of the hem of his skirt tied around his waist, letting the bright red embroidered long skirt cover his legs.
Without hesitation, he turned around and walked into the ancestral hall.
Lu Xingxing was stunned: "Zhao Zhen, where are you going? How dare you run around without me protecting you?"
Zhao Zhen said coldly: "If Mr. Yan was here, I would definitely listen to him. But forget about your words. I'm afraid if I stay by your side, I will beat you to death."
Lu Xingxing: “??? Three Defeats on the White Bone Demon, not Three Defeats on Sun Wukong!”
…
There was a girl's voice, which seemed to come from far away and was not very clear.
"The Yin God softened his heart and helped people."
"Unforgivable, why would the Yin God protect the living!"
"The Yin God let him go. He is a man."
"Oh...how did he find out? I thought he wouldn't care. This one didn't die either, what a bummer."
"Hehe, it doesn't matter. If the Yin God doesn't kill us, we will."
"For our own sake, we must make everyone feel our pain."
"They deserve it!"
The voice seemed angry, but soon all the sounds were mixed together and could not be heard clearly.
Only Lu Xingxing's chattering voice echoed in the dead silent space.
…
Yan Shixun stayed in the side room briefly, put the notebook left by Jiang Yanran carefully into his coat, and then noticed something unusual outside the room at the suggestion of Yang Tu.
He raised his slender fingers in front of his lips, signaling Yang Tu not to speak, then walked quietly to the door, slowed down his breathing, let his heartbeat fade away, and his presence was as weak as air.
When Yang Tu saw this, he tried to imitate him and hid behind Yan Shixun.
Through the gaps in the wooden boards, Yan Shixun could see the older women among the villagers in the yard gathered closest to the door of the room. Some of the older grandmothers were wearing red clothes, happily carrying a small bamboo basket tied with a red ribbon, and kept saying auspicious words.
This scene, accompanied by the sounds of suona, gongs and drums, seemed very similar to the scene of a daughter's wedding that Yan Shixun had seen before.
He knew that this was the village's respected female elders celebrating and blessing the bride, and then they would personally help the bride out of her boudoir and put her on the sedan chair to go to the groom's house.
Sure enough, the door was slowly pushed open from the inside under the auspicious words of the mothers-in-law.
Behind the open door was a deep darkness without any light, as if it could swallow up any soul that approached there.
From Yan Shixun's perspective, he could see that a pair of tall red dragon and phoenix candles suddenly lit up right in front of the door, emitting a blood-red light in the darkness, illuminating the big "囍" character pasted on the wall behind.
And the incense burner on the table.
Yan Shixun frowned.
Why is there an incense burner at a wedding? Judging from the pattern, this incense burner should be used for sacrifice, which means it should appear at a funeral, not here.
But he did not make any sound. Instead, he held his breath and stared intently outside the door, quietly waiting for the moment when the bride walked out of the room.
Although Yang Tu knew what happened in general, he had not experienced it personally and was just passively accepting the information he heard from Yang Han and the village party secretary. From Yang Tu, Yan Shixun could not learn in detail what happened after Yang Duo's death.
What kind of powerful ghost was it that caused Yang Han pain and made him unwilling to recall, and made the village party secretary so afraid that he built a soul-calming well in the backyard?
Then, Yan Shixun looked outside with his eyes slightly widened.
Amid the festive and high-pitched sounds of suona, the grandmothers in red clothes reached for the baskets in their arms and scattered the contents into the air.
Yan Shixun originally thought that these should be flower petals or red paper, but he did not expect that what was falling from the sky was white paper money.
At the same time, Yan Shixun also keenly noticed that the festive red clothes worn by the villagers were slowly fading from red to white.
Before Yan Shixun could investigate further, all the villagers suddenly cheered loudly.
The suona sounds rapid and the tune is high.
A pair of red embroidered shoes stepped out from the darkness of the room and landed on the ground outside the door.
At that moment, the blood moon in the night sky seemed to be moving, spreading from the sky to the ground, and being stepped on by the embroidered shoe.
Yan Shixun suddenly felt that under the embroidered shoes, there was not the ground, but a thick pool of blood. The moonlight was shattered in it, like a body that was suddenly broken, and the blood flowing from it flowed and finally gathered at the foot of the embroidered shoes.
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