Chapter 107 Wedding and mourning (38)
Although Zhang Wubing didn't know why he was here, he knew very well that this place was not friendly to women even though he had just spent two days in Jia Village and Jiazifen Village. If Yang Guang was allowed to take Yang Hua away but not Yang Duo, then this girl would most likely die!
He anxiously glanced around, Yan Shixun was not there, and he didn't even have anyone who could make decisions. But the situation was urgent, and he couldn't wait for others to help him, so he had to grit his teeth, not caring about hiding himself anymore, and rushed out from the corner where he was hiding.
"Yang Guang! Yang Guang, wait a minute, you can't do that!" Zhang Wubing chased after Yang Guang's figure, but no matter how hard he ran, he just went around in circles without moving forward.
He was sweating profusely, but he could only watch Yang Guang's figure disappear.
"Yang Guang, Yang Guang!" Zhang Wubing was extremely anxious. He hated himself and was angry at Yang Guang's selfishness, but all his struggles were in vain.
A chilling aura approached Zhang Wubing from behind, and he felt the familiar hair-standing fear.
"Stranger, tell me, how are you going to change what has happened?" A cold female voice sounded in Zhang Wubing's ears.
He turned his stiff neck and saw the familiar blood-red color.
Zhang Wubing suddenly remembered that this was not the first time he had seen this wedding dress.
In the dream that Jiacun had, he saw a woman in a wedding dress standing in a corner of the room and looking at him.
The woman also had her eyes gouged out and her ears cut off.
Zhang Wubing was startled and blurted out: "I have seen you! You have been in my dream."
The woman turned to him with eyes filled with blood, as if asking silently: So what?
Where do you think you are now?
"No, no, wait a minute." Zhang Wubing remembered that he had more than one dream when he was in Jia Village.
In another dream, he saw himself in an old house and the people walking by were wearing outdated clothes.
——That was not now, that was decades ago.
"It looks a lot like the surroundings here. Am I seeing something that happened decades ago?"
Zhang Wubing suddenly looked at the woman next to him, and asked with fear: "What do you want to do? If you have a grudge and want to take revenge, I know someone who is very powerful and can help you. Don't do anything else!"
The woman stared at Zhang Wubing quietly for so long that he thought he was dead. Then the woman spoke.
From the rotten lips came hollow, stiff words.
"I have waited and looked forward to it, but everyone..."
"They all want to kill me."
The woman slowly stretched out her rotten palm and grabbed Zhang Wubing who was frozen in place: "So now, it's my turn."
…
Zhang Wubing suddenly opened his eyes, thinking that he would wake up from his sleep as soon as he opened his eyes, just like he did in Jiacun. He was still lying on his bed.
However, he found that not only was he not lying on the bed, he didn't even seem to be in his own body. The height of his eyes was lower than usual, and his weight was heavier, making him twist his body uncomfortably, feeling awkward everywhere.
Then when Zhang Wubing raised his head, he suddenly saw a young girl standing in front of him. She was crying softly, and a younger girl next to her was holding her and patting her back gently, as if trying to comfort her.
Zhang Wubing quickly realized that these two girls were the sisters named Yang Hua and Yang Duo whom he had just seen.
"Hua'er, listen to me. We have to leave now, or it will be too late."
Zhang Wubing felt his mouth opening uncontrollably: "Duoduo, like we agreed, you will cover us. If anyone asks you about something, just say you don't know. Try to buy time for us so I can take your sister away."
Yang Duo released her sister's arms and nodded, "I will, but."
She looked straight into Zhang Wubing's eyes: "I want you to take me away from here."
“Duoduo…”
"I'm scared, Brother Yang Guang. I'm afraid they'll take me away to marry someone else." Yang Duo cried, "I don't want to marry anyone else. I just want to be with Brother Yang Han."
Zhang Wubing could feel a surge of sadness in his heart, but he quickly gritted his teeth and regained his resolve: "Duoduo, listen to me, you are still young, even if they want you to do something, they won't do it now, but your sister is in more danger than you! Do you want to watch your sister die?"
Yang Duo shook her head sadly.
Zhang Wubing heard himself saying, "Duoduo, trust me. Once I have placed your sister in a safe place in the city, I will be back to take you away from here as well."
Yang Duo hesitated and let go of her sister's hand.
Yang Hua, however, panicked and grabbed Yang Duo's hand: "No! No way! Yang Guang, my sister and I want to be together. If she doesn't leave, I won't leave either."
"elder sister."
But Yang Duo interrupted her: "You and Brother Yang Guang go, I will help you. Brother Yang Guang is right, I still have several years, and you are in much more danger than me."
Yang Duo smiled with tears in her eyes. She pushed Yang Hua and her sister into Yang Guang's arms: "I am your sister, so I will always protect you, forever."
Zhang Wubing anxiously wanted to say don’t stay here, take Yang Duo with you!
He had figured it out. Yang Han didn't get married. Maybe something happened to Yang Duo. If he wanted to prevent her from getting into trouble, he had to send her to a safe place.
But no one could hear his roar. He was like a soul trapped in another body. He could only watch everything happen but could do nothing.
Zhang Wubing took Yang Hua's hand and ran with her in the night.
No.
He looked back frequently, but only saw Yang Duo with tears on her face, standing at the door watching them go away.
No!
Take Yang Duo with you! She will die if left alone!
Zhang Wubing had never felt so angry before. It was like watching a life disappear in front of him. He knew he had to do something.
He is weak and he is afraid of ghosts, but he has never shirked the responsibilities that he should bear!
He can't just stand by and watch someone die!
Zhang Wubing clenched his teeth, and desperately demanded that his limbs stop. He turned around and pulled Yang Duo along to walk together!
Finally, his efforts paid off. His legs, which had been running wildly, were forced to stop. Inertia caused him to fall to the ground, covered in mud.
Yang Hua seemed to feel nothing and continued to run forward as if someone was holding her hand.
But Zhang Wubing almost bit his teeth, desperately controlling his limbs to stand up from the ground, turned around and walked slowly but firmly towards Yang Duo.
"Yang Duo, come with me." Zhang Wubing was shivering, his muscles were aching and his brain was aching like needles, but he did not stop.
"I don't know what will happen to you. Brother Yan didn't tell me, but I know Brother Yan can help you. Come with me and we will go find Brother Yan."
He stretched out his hand, trying to grab Yang Duo.
But in his palm, there was only blood.
All the scenes around her were spinning, and the young girl who was originally smiling with tears in her eyes turned into a woman in a blood-red wedding dress.
Tears of blood slowly flowed from her empty eye sockets.
"Look, stranger." She opened her lips full of pinhole scars, and blurred blood and flesh fell off: "No one came to save me."
“No one has ever come for me.”
"You're too late. The Yin Spirit is already a foregone conclusion."
Zhang Wubing looked up in surprise, only to see blood pouring down from the sky, dyeing the originally bright moonlight red.
His vision was also covered in blood.
Everything suddenly fell into darkness.
…
Following the villagers' wedding procession, Yan Shixun quickly realized that they were heading towards the ancestral hall.
The houses beside the village road were getting denser and denser, and looked more and more imposing. This should be where the elders and clan leaders of the village lived as Yang Yun had said before.
It's just strange that such a grand event as the land god's wedding should be presided over by a respected person in the village, especially the patriarch who initiated all this.
But Yan Shixun did not hear any movement coming from the house next door.
The clan leader and the elders... had they been killed by Yang Duo? Could those villagers holding red lanterns that he saw earlier be them?
The situation did not give Yan Shixun time to investigate carefully. The clothes worn by the villagers in front of him had slowly faded from red to pure white as they walked, almost blending in with the white paper money thrown into the sky and scattered down. He felt several times as if his eyes were all pale and he could not tell which were the people and which were the paper.
What happened? A happy event turned into a funeral?
Yan Shixun frowned and wanted to take a few steps forward to check on the villager at the end of the team.
But his ears suddenly caught a slight sound coming from the side. His eyes became fierce and he turned around and punched towards the place where the sound came from.
A figure appeared from the red brick wall beside the village road, and the original bricks and stones turned into living flesh and blood.
Before the man could catch his breath, he saw a fist with distinct joints coming towards him. He was so frightened that he shouted, "Brother Yan, save me!"
Yan Shixun's fist stopped just in front of the man's nose. He frowned and looked at the man's face.
It turned out to be Zhang Wubing.
It has temperature and heartbeat, and is a living person.
This familiar smell is definitely from Zhang Wubing, the one who came to collect his debt.
Yan Shixun slowly retracted his fist and asked sternly, "Zhang Dabing, what's wrong with you?"
Zhang Wubing was frightened out of his wits. He slowly came back to his senses when he heard Yan Shixun's voice. The familiar face of Yan Shixun appeared in his originally blood-red vision.
"Yan, Brother Yan?"
Zhang Wubing was still in shock: "Is it really you? Or is Yang Duo showing me her memories again?"
"How do you know Yang Duo?" Yan Shixun quickly reached out and grabbed his wrist, and immediately asked: "Aren't you at the farmhouse? Where did you go just now? What happened to Yang Duo's memory?"
Zhang Wubing was a little hesitant at first. The feeling of being forced into Yang Guang's body and being unable to control himself was so bad that it left him with psychological trauma.
But when Yan Shixun asked the question, the familiar brutal tone made him feel at ease again.
He cried with joy, and after hugging Yan Shixun in excitement and crying bitterly, he finally regained his senses under Yan Shixun's disgusted and murderous gaze, and told Yan Shixun everything he had just experienced.
"I feel a bit like the nightmare I had in Jiacun."
Zhang Wubing said, "It's so real, it doesn't seem like a dream, it's as if I am Yang Guang himself. By the way, Brother Yan, do you know Yang Guang and Yang Hua?"
Yan Shixun slowly released the hand that was clasping Zhang Wubing and said in a deep and low voice, "I know."
So, is this the reason why Yang Duo possessed Yang Hua with hatred, not even caring about Yang Hua's life or death?
This is different from what Yang Guang told him.
Choose one of the two, who lied?
Yan Shixun didn't think that a ghost that had been supported by hatred for decades would mistake the target of his revenge. In this case... Yang Guang was hiding something from him.
But this also explains why Yang Guang feels so deeply guilty towards Yang Duo, even saying that it was all his fault and that if anything happened, it should be directed at him.
"Brother Yan, where are we?" Zhang Wubing looked around in panic and saw Yang Tu, who was also terrified. "Where are the others? Why aren't we in the room?"
"I was just about to ask you something." Yan Shixun snorted coldly, "Yang Tu and I didn't see you at the farmhouse. Didn't we tell you not to go out if you heard any noise?"
Zhang Wubing argued weakly: "I didn't! I was not in bed as soon as I opened my eyes."
Yan Shixun didn't think that Zhang Wubing had the guts to lie to him. Besides, the furnishings of the farmhouse did not look like the aftermath of a visitor leaving halfway, but had been vacant for a long time.
The words that Yang Yun had relayed to Yang Tu before suddenly flashed through his mind.
——"Don't get caught up in her world."
Whose?
Yang Duo, or... Jiang Yanran?
Yan Shixun's expression changed. He took out Zhang Wubing's mobile phone from his pocket and turned on the screen.
12 o'clock sharp.
But his time...stopped at 12:06.
"What color was the moon you just saw?" Yan Shixun asked quickly with a calm face.
Zhang Wubing was at a loss: "What color can the moon be? Of course it's white..."
As he spoke, he looked up and wanted to point at the moon to explain to Yan Shixun. But his words stopped abruptly when he saw the moonlight in the night sky.
The blood moon is high in the sky.
"This, this..." Zhang Wubing was stunned.
Yan Shixun smiled softly, "I understand."
He turned slowly and looked at the wedding procession not far away that was gradually disappearing from his sight.
The musicians were playing music, and everyone was dressed in pure white as if they were newly buried. Only the wedding sedan was swaying and the red color was dazzling.
The curtain under the tassels was lifted, and a pair of cold eyes looked straight at Yan Shixun through the swaying red, and the scarlet lips gently raised a smile.
Yan Shixun seemed to sense something, and his eyes quickly glanced at the sedan chair as fast as lightning, meeting those blood-red eyes.
He saw that the woman's beautiful face was as pale as paper, but she was smiling happily, her lips opening and closing, as if she was saying to him -
You, everyone, can't escape.
Before Yan Shixun could catch up, the wedding sedan suddenly stopped in front of the ancestral hall. The suona music that was so lively and festive just now also stopped abruptly. The villagers who were originally scattering paper money with happy faces, all stood still like controlled puppets, with their arms hanging down stupidly.
The wedding sedan landed, a touch of red lifted the curtain, and the moment the exquisite embroidered shoes stepped on the village road, the ground flowed like a river, submerging the feet.
The villagers' throats seemed to be cut by some invisible force, blood spurted out, and their heads fell to the ground. They had their eyes open, only the two blushes on their cheeks seemed to show they were smiling.
The blood dyed the white clothes red again, and then the headless body fell into a pool of blood with a "thump".
The woman who got down from the wedding sedan had turned around and faced Yan Shixun.
Without the obstruction of the red veil, Yan Shixun could see her face clearly this time.
——It was the female ghost possessed by Yanghua that he had seen in Binhai City.
Zhang Wubing rubbed his eyes, looked at the woman in disbelief, and said tremblingly: "Yan, Brother Yan, I know her! She is the person in my nightmare when she appeared in Jia Village before. I also saw her just now! She, she is Yang Duo!"
"No, that's not right. She didn't look this good just now." Zhang Wubing gestured: "Her face was covered with rotten flesh, her mouth was covered with wounds, and she had no ears."
Yan Shixun quickly stretched out his hand to block Zhang Wubing and protected him behind him: "I know."
He understood what Yang Yun meant, and finally comprehended the anomalies he found in the village mourning halls from the two different times between him and Zhang Wubing.
——Because this is Yang Duo’s world.
Here, she is the master of everything.
Yan Shixun calmed down and looked alert.
But when the woman heard what Zhang Wubing said, she smiled lightly, raised her hands to lift the hair around her ears, revealing her ears with red earrings. Every move she made was beautiful.
"Now, I have it."
"Cut off your ears so you won't hear the evil of the world."
"Even if you dig out your eyes, you won't see the darkness in people's hearts."
"Sew your mouth shut so you can't express your full of resentment."
The woman chuckled, her face beautiful. "You see, no one came for me. The ghosts and gods didn't help me, so I also resent the ghosts and gods - I will take their place."
"And you, the outsider."
She slowly turned her head and looked at Yan Shixun, who had a serious expression. Her eyes, which were filled with blood, were empty and creepy. "Are you going to stop me now?"
"Then I can only ask you..."
"Let's die together."
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