Chapter 55 Chapter 55 Three-in-one [270,000, 275,000+]
The flying magic weapon encountered an unusual movement, and the vibration of the disc body was transmitted into the inner cavity and was noticed by three people at the same time.
Under the white veil, Wu Man Shuang's long eyelashes trembled, and she was the first to react.
Even with Yan Luoyue and Ling Shuanghun's eyesight, no one could see clearly how Wu Manshuang teleported from the farthest corner to the entrance of the flying saucer in an instant.
His left hand gently pinched the fingertips of the leather glove.
"Someone wants to attack you?" Wu Manshuang turned around, looked at Yan Luoyue, and asked seriously.
"No, that shouldn't be the case." Yan Luoyue also felt strange in her heart.
"I made a design when I was refining the flying magic weapon. If there is a flying boat in the vicinity, I will receive the message immediately."
The UFO was still sinking and soon made an emergency landing on the ground.
Three people jumped out of the flying saucer one after another, with Wu Manshuang in the lead and Ling Shuanghun at the end. Yan Luoyue stood between the two of them, being sandwiched in the middle of the Oreo pie.
Under the setting sun, everything is illuminated in a moving golden red.
A long wind blew across the empty field. There was no sign of human presence around, and they had no idea what had attacked their flying magic weapon.
But they were attacked, there is no doubt about that.
There was still a fresh scratch on the disc, which cut the white cloud pattern that Yan Luoyue had carefully polished into two halves.
Yan Luoyue frowned, feeling a little annoyed: "What's going on?"
The three of them looked at each other, all of them confused.
Ling Shuanghun thought about it, and transformed into the graceful appearance of a red-crowned crane.
He spread his wings, flapped them, and soared into the sky on the current.
Just as the white crane flew into the sky, Yan Luoyue thought of the neat cuts on the flying saucer, and suddenly a strange feeling flashed through his mind: "Wait a minute, I think..."
Before he finished his words, a silver streak of light flashed from the ground and hit Ling Shuanghun's feathers accurately.
Ling Shuanghun tilted his wings and dodged in time.
However, the silver light missed its target and shot out four or five new rays of light in succession.
For a moment, Ling Shuanghun dodged left and right, and the fairy-like white crane's movements were as smooth as if it was dancing the yangge.
It was not until he transformed back into human form and landed in time that he escaped the pursuit of the silver light.
As soon as his feet touched the ground, Ling Shuanghun didn't even bother to talk to the two of them. The first thing he did was to tidy up his already somewhat messy clothes.
After this experience, the three finally identified the culprit who attacked the spaceship.
Ling Shuanghun landed on the ground and immediately adjusted the crown on her head and combed her hair neatly.
He said, "I saw clearly in the sky that it was not monks who attacked me, but a formation."
The words awakened the dreamer, and Yan Luoyue suddenly realized: "I know, it's the no-fly circle, right?"
The Akabane Castle that they just passed through had a no-fly circle set up in the city, prohibiting flying magic weapons and swordsmen who wield swords from passing through the sky.
Some no-fly laws are more stringent and even prohibit birds from passing through.
For example, just now, Ling Shuang's soul turned into a white crane, but was still attacked by the magic circle.
"How strange." Yan Luoyue took out the map and compared it with the map. "There is no no-fly circle mark here on the map."
Ling Shuanghun concentrated on recalling for a while, and soon found the reason from the historical records of his clan.
"During the Demon-Subduing War, this area was designated as a war zone, so many formations were set up, and the No-Fly Formation was one of them."
But according to the records, these defensive measures should have been lifted long ago. Now the formation suddenly activated and attacked them. I wonder why?
Ling Shuanghun said: "According to the principles of our Crane Clan historians, when we encounter something like this, we should investigate it and record it."
As soon as Xiao Ling finished speaking, Yan Luoyue's mind suddenly popped up the magnetic broadcast voice from a certain CCTV channel:
[The formation that had been silent for a thousand years suddenly woke up, and the once fierce rules came into being again.
The UFO was deliberately shot down, the white crane was attacked, and the green snake was almost unsheathed...
Chaos, turmoil, love and hate, prying eyes...
Is all this a distortion of human nature or a decline in morality?
Please watch "Xiao Ling's Unofficial History Episode 1 - Into the Mystery of the Falling UFO"】
After happily thinking about the next development, Yan Luoyue coughed lightly and said, "Forget it. I don't want to be on the "Approaching Science" column."
Now that she knew that no one was causing trouble on purpose, Yan Luoyue calmed down.
She smiled and said, "We turtles also have a principle: to be alive is to win."
Before leaving, Sister Yu specifically reminded Yan Luoyue: This is her first time traveling far away, so she must pay attention to safety when she is outside.
So if you come across places that are very curious, just try to avoid them.
——Note: This code is quoted from the work of the Great Elder of the Turtle Clan, "Live Long", page 123.
Ling Shuanghun: “…”
The two parties made different decisions, and at this time, Wu Manshuang's opinion became particularly important.
Then, without any hesitation, Wu Manshuang stood on Yan Luoyue's side.
With two votes against one, Yan Luoyue won a landslide victory.
Just when Yan Luoyue was about to put away the flying magic weapon and the three of them were about to walk around the restricted air zone, a small accident suddenly occurred.
The attack from the anti-flying formation just now happened to shatter the component that controlled the flying saucer's free retraction.
In other words, Yan Luoyue is now unable to shrink the flying saucer and put it away.
“…”
The materials for repairing the flying saucer are quite common and can be found everywhere, so Yan Luoyue did not bring any with him.
This means that now, they either have to walk to the nearest city to buy back the materials, or enter the magic circle to find out the situation, and it would be best to shut down the no-fly magic circle.
"It seems like it's God's will, so let's go in and take a look." Yan Luoyue touched the tip of his nose, "Actually, I'm also quite curious."
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The three of them followed the traces of the formation and went deeper inside.
During this period, no one experienced any attacks.
As the sky gradually darkened, the majestic setting sun completely sank into the horizon, and night gradually fell on this land.
In her hand, Yan Luoyue was holding a branch she had broken off to explore the way. She was tapping the grass in front of her and listening to the howling wind in the winter night.
Yan Luoyue said casually: "This environment is just right for telling a ghost story."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Ling Shuanghun shouting, "Look, what is that?"
Yan Luoyue couldn't help but snort: "No way, Xiaoling, you really said that - hiss!"
She raised her head suddenly and almost bit her tongue.
I saw a shadow flashing among the dead trees in the distance.
The shadow in white clothes and white hair really looked like a ghost from the underworld. It only stayed on the retinas of the three people for a moment before disappearing without a trace.
“…”
The three of them looked at each other, speechless for a moment.
Although we are all cultivators, this is the first time we have encountered such a supernatural thing.
“…Is it a ghost?”
“I don’t know.”
The person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it. Since Yan Luoyue was the one who just brought up this topic, he must take responsibility to the end.
Yan Luoyue blinked and took the initiative to comfort him, "It's okay, it should be just a monk who is also restricted by the no-fly order."
After thinking for a while, Yan Luoyue made a well-reasoned analysis based on the movies and TV shows he had watched before:
"I don't think we need to worry. Even a ghost story needs an environment to set it off."
"For example, since we are now in the wilderness, we need at least an isolated village or a cemetery as the setting so that the story can proceed."
This sounds extremely professional and very reasonable.
Then, the three of them breathed a long sigh of relief as if they had taken a reassurance pill.
They continued on their way, calm and composed.
Then, in less than a quarter of an hour, the outline of an isolated village appeared in the three people's field of vision.
Moreover, there are indeed several towering wild graves scattered around the village.
Yan Luoyue: “…”
Wu Manshuang: “…”
Ling Shuanghun: “…”
For a moment, it seemed as if the air had condensed into a heavy solid.
The only sound was the croaking of crows flying slowly over their heads.
About half a minute later, Ling Shuanghun respectfully asked Yan Luoyue: "Xiao Yan, may I ask if you have any idea about our current situation?"
Yan Luoyue laughed dryly: "Coincidence, it should be just a coincidence."
She continued to present facts and reason: "If this is really a ghost story, in order to set the mood, there should be props as the scenery. For example, paper figurines, coffins, white lanterns..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the lights in this deserted village, which was covered with weeds, suddenly lit up at night.
The light relayed in the night, spreading from the beginning to the end of the village.
Thanks to the excellent eyesight of the immortal cultivators, the three of them were able to see clearly that all the lights in the village were lit up in unison, all of which were white lanterns.
Yan Luoyue: “…”
Wu Manshuang: “…”
Ling Shuanghun: “…”
"Now, I only have one question." Ling Shuanghun asked faintly, "Xiao Yan, what is the relationship between you and Master Yan Bixin?"
He felt that this magical scene before him was very familiar!
——He had heard this story before!
Not only had he heard of it, he had also recorded it himself in unofficial history.
Yan Luoyue: “…”
To be honest, we are the same person, born from the same father, mother and egg.
…………
The night was dark and windy. The lonely village in the distance was silent and looked eerie and mysterious.
The three of them exchanged ideas and decided that no matter whether the village was a dangerous place or not, they would go in and have a look.
After all, we're already here.
And the most crucial thing is that after double certification by the two formation rookies Yan Luoyue and Ling Shuanghun, the center of the no-fly formation should be set up in the village.
"Don't worry, I'm here." Wu Manshuang said very reliably.
"Thank you, little witch." Ling Shuanghun was very moved and immediately asked another question, "If there really are ghosts in the world, can ghosts be poisoned?"
Wu Manshuang thought seriously for three whole seconds.
After three snaps of the fingers, Yan Luoyue answered the question for Wu Manshuang.
"It doesn't matter, Xiao Ling. Even if ghosts can't be poisoned, at least we can be poisoned!"
Shocked by Yan Luoyue's spirit of "either a shark man or a shark himself", the two boys didn't say a word until they rushed into the village in one go.
As soon as I rushed into the village entrance, several figures came forward to greet me.
A closer look revealed that these shadows moved stiffly and were dressed in brightly colored clothes. When the wind blew, they swayed back and forth involuntarily, like human-sized tumbler dolls, which looked extremely strange.
The villagers were covered in a layer of light mist, making it impossible to tell where they came from.
Only when they came within three feet of them did Yan Luoyue and the other two see the appearance of the "villagers" clearly: it turned out that they were all skins made of paper!
This is a paper doll village!
The moment they realized this, it was as if a cold wind blew across the backs of the three people.
Ling Shuanghun was stunned, and muttered: "Xiaoyan, you just said that the scenery should have paper figures, and now there are paper figures..."
Yan Luoyue: “…”
Yan Luoyue was speechless.
Ling Shuanghun obviously remembered her previous remarks very clearly: "You just said that the set must have a coffin..."
Now we have white lanterns and paper dolls, so can the coffin be far away?
"Don't repeat yourself." Yan Luoyue covered her eyes in pain, "Trust me this last time, it won't be so accurate. How can a coffin come just like that?"
“…”
Ling Shuanghun stopped talking. He stared at Yan Luoyue with a look of reproach and suspicion.
The paper people said nothing, and their drawn mouths could not speak.
Each paper figure has a stiff smile on its face, with its bright red lips slightly curled. Their dark eyes are lifeless, yet they seem to be watching you all the time.
“…”
Wu Manshuang frowned slightly and asked uncertainly, "Is it a monster?"
He searched through his inherited memories but could not find any similar manifestations.
Ling Shuanghun observed it carefully and said, "No, it should be a special monster native to the human world."
One of them is an encyclopedia of monsters, and the other is an encyclopedia of history, and both are very studious.
At this moment when they were surrounded by paper figures, the two of them actually started to exchange academic experiences.
Yan Luoyue: “…”
According to Ling Shuanghun, the way the monsters in the demon world cause trouble is quite different from that of the spirits in the human world.
According to Yan Luoyue's understanding, the former is like a B-grade bloody horror movie in Europe and the United States.
Monsters from the demon world are always committed to creating all kinds of restricted scenes with blood and gore.
The latter is like an East Asian ghost thriller, a kind of "rule-based, causal" horror.
Within the red line of the goblin's rules, you might lose your head in the blink of an eye just because you walked with your left foot first.
Because he understood it so deeply, Yan Luoyue even thought of famous scenes such as Zhenko, Hanako, and Kayako.
Goose bumps appeared on her arms, and she rubbed them back and forth.
After these paper figures came over, they neither attacked nor spoke. They simply formed a circle, trapping Yan Luoyue and the other two in the middle, with fake and bright smiles on their faces the whole time.
Yan Luoyue tried to say hello: "Hi?"
The paper figurine swayed silently in the wind.
Wu Manshuang tried to blend in with them—he whispered "I'm sorry" and then dripped a drop of blood directly onto a paper figure.
The blood stained the paper man's shoulder, leaving a blood flower, which blended perfectly with the paper man's bright red and festive paper robe.
The paper figure dripping with blood was still smiling dully, its two cheeks painted bright red, contrasting with the faint smell of blood in the air.
Ling Shuanghun’s guess was correct, these “ghosts” were really not afraid of poison.
“But they are paper after all.”
Ling Shuanghun made a careful guess and boldly sought confirmation: "Paper's weaknesses are external forces and fire, so these paper figures should also be..."
As he spoke, he reached out and tried to poke it.
Suddenly there was a sound of "ripping", and a long strip of paper was torn off the face of the paper figure facing Ling Shuanghun.
Ling Shuanghun: “…”
Yan Luoyue: “…”
Ling Shuanghun raised his hand reflexively, and his movements instantly became stiffer than a paper man.
He murmured, "I'm sorry, Brother Paperman, I didn't know you were so vulnerable..."
There was a lot of rumors for a while.
The paper figure raised its hands in confusion, with the torn piece of paper hanging on its face, swaying in the cold wind.
Ling Shuanghun subconsciously took a half step back.
To be honest, when he saw the paper man raising his hand, he thought the other party was going to give him a fight.
That piece of paper trembling like a flag in the wind is really too difficult a test for someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Yan Luoyue endured it again and again, but she could not endure it anymore and finally she couldn't hold it back any longer.
She sighed and tore off the entire face of the paper mannequin.
"!!!"
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." Yan Luoyue apologized again and again sincerely, "But this is just like the dead skin on my hands, I can't help but want to tear it off when I see it!"
“…”
Probably to prevent the three of them from doing something unexpected again, the originally silent paper man finally spoke.
It said mechanically, "Three of you, please follow me."
As it spoke, it turned around and, as if impatient, led the three of them deeper into the village.
As if receiving some kind of signal, the leading faceless paper man moved, and the rest of the paper men also began to move as if they had awakened.
The way the paper people walked was very strange. Their feet seemed to be stuck to the ground by magnets. They did not lift their legs but slid on the ground, rubbing against the ground with a rustling sound, and moved in light and floating steps.
The footsteps were quick and orderly, as if they were urging the visitors to quickly keep up with the footsteps of the paper man in front of them.
The three of them moved closer to each other and exchanged glances. As for Wu Manshuang, who couldn't take off her white veil, she used hand gestures instead to answer.
Ling Shuanghun: Do you want to follow?
Yan Luoyue: Let’s follow. The traces of the formation are right in the depths of the village.
Wu Manshuang gestured with her hand, signaling the two to turn around.
Yan Luoyue turned around and noticed the clue at a glance.
It turned out that the topography of the village had changed since some unknown time. This change was extremely subtle and occurred completely silently.
Now, behind them, there was no longer the path they had taken to enter the village.
"!!!"
This village is extremely strange. If the way here can be moved in the blink of an eye, then the location of other routes can also be adjusted.
Even if Yan Luoyue and the other two turned around and left, they might not be able to leave.
So now, it’s better to follow this paper man deep into the village.
Even if it is a dangerous place, it is worth a try.
The paper people twisted and turned, weaving their way through the narrow paths of the village.
Sometimes three or four paper figures would walk side by side on the same narrow road, squeezing each person into a thin piece.
Yan Luoyue and the other two followed the footsteps of the paper man in front of them while silently memorizing the route in their hearts.
But soon, the three found that this method did not work.
The road they had just walked behind them, just like the way they had come into the village, had changed silently.
Landmarks, directions, and finding your way based on buildings... these common ways of finding your way are all ineffective in this isolated village.
Ling Shuanghun even had the courage to draw a pattern on the ground as a mark in front of the paper people.
In a snap of a finger, right under the eyes of the three people, the mark on the ground was replaced by a mud house that popped up in its place.
“…”
Seeing this scene, the paper people surrounded Yan Luoyue and the other two and clapped their hands.
Their unbending elbows were raised straight up, and the stiff collision made a hollow sound.
The wild wind blew through the big hole in the leader's face, making the hole whistle, as if mocking the three people's futile attempts.
After that, after at least seventeen or eighteen twists and turns, Yan Luoyue and the other two were finally led to a temple.
The wooden plaque hanging high in the temple was already covered with a thick layer of dust, and there was even a noticeable crack in the middle.
Yan Luoyue squinted her eyes and studied for a long time before she recognized the three words "Yuelao Temple" from under the dust.
Looking at the crooked door plaque, Ling Shuanghun murmured to himself: "I don't know why, but I have a strange premonition..."
Yan Luoyue squeezed out a voice from between her teeth to remind him: "Xiao Ling, close your beak."
In terms of blood relationship, the Crane Tribe and the Crow Tribe also have very distant relatives.
And in this dreary night with fg everywhere, every word may become the last flagpole that crushes the camel.
The next moment, the hinges of the temple door that had been tightly closed creaked, and the two doors opened at the same time, revealing the decorations inside.
The moment they saw the temple's interior clearly, the three of them stood there in unison and gasped.
--coffin!
——Under the shrine of the temple, where the cushion should have been placed, there were two coffins placed side by side!
“…”
Ling Shuanghun looked at Yan Luoyue in sorrow and disbelief: "Xiao Yan, you actually asked me to shut up?"
Between the two of them, who is the one whose prophecies have been correct without fail till now?
Yan Luoyue: “…”
Yan Luoyue was speechless.
Ling Shuanghun sighed, and with his excellent qualities as a historian, he recited in a rhythmic manner:
"Turtle is an ancient method of divination. Before the Tianyan Numerology was summarized and calculated, humans and demons would use this method of burning turtle shells to predict good or bad luck. Black turtles have a bit of a foresight talent."
Yan Luoyue: “…”
At this point, Ling Shuanghun has not even forgotten his grand ambition to popularize unofficial history:
"According to unofficial historical records, before the Battle of Subduing Demons, the custom of occupying corpses in the demon world was even more direct and barbaric."
Ling Shuanghun half-closed his eyes, his face showing a look of deep sorrow:
"Before the two tribes go to war, they will capture a relatively unlucky lone turtle, sacrifice it alive, throw it into the fire, and burn the turtle... ahem, I mean, burn the turtle shell, and use the location and degree of cracks in the turtle shell to judge whether the battle is successful or not."
"This barbaric method of occupying radishes was curbed after the radishes were harvested but the fights were repeatedly lost."
"It is said that a Tibetan fox elder once raised a thought-provoking question in response to this situation - can a turtle shell give an accurate prediction for a poor turtle that cannot foresee that it will be caught?"
Yan Luoyue: “…”
This question hits the blind spot of the public's thinking. It's a good question!
As expected, Ling Shuanghun said, "Since then, the practice of using live turtles as sacrifices to predict good or bad luck has become unpopular. But some tribes still insist on doing so. When they predict good or bad luck, they will deliberately choose the fastest turtles that look as if they know they will be caught..."
Yan Luoyue: “…”
"Thank you, Xiao Ling, my friend." Yan Luoyue said with a fake smile, "If I have the chance to go to the demon world in the future, I will know not to run too fast if someone comes to catch me."
Ling Shuanghun said humbly: "Xiaoyan, you don't have to be polite to me. Our friendship is as strong as rock."
The two of them argued back and forth, but their legs seemed to be rooted, standing steadily in front of the temple gate. No matter how the paper figures behind them stomped their feet to urge them, they would not take a single step into the ruined temple.
At the same time, the two formation rookies looked back and forth on the ground, one on the left and one on the right, trying to find any clues of formation changes.
"Excuse me, please wait a moment."
Behind them, Wu Manshuang had been diligently holding the paper figures for the two of them.
Whenever a paper figure with small steps rushed forward and tried to push them into the temple, Wu Manshuang would imitate Yan Luoyue and tear a piece of the face off the paper figure.
Now, of the dozen or so paper figures surrounding the three people, only one still has a face.
The faces of the remaining paper figures turned black and looked even scarier than at the beginning.
Although facing only a paper man, Wu Manshuang is still a good little snake who is civilized and polite.
He said in a gentle and polite voice, "Please be patient for a moment, okay? If you take three more steps forward, I will tear you apart."
Paper people: "..."
Yan Luoyue felt like something was wrong: "..."
Ling Shuanghun, who had long discovered that Xiao Wu was the dangerous one: "..."
Ling Shuanghun coughed lightly and was about to find one or two folk stories about paper figurines from his memory when a window of the temple in front of him suddenly opened.
In the absence of wind or rain, the window opened and closed back and forth, looking like a mouth opening and closing.
At the same time, a voice finally came from the temple.
The owner of this voice didn't react quickly, and his tone of voice was also slow, as if he had just sworn brotherhood with Shu Lan, which almost made Yan Luoyue feel like he was back home.
"Hahaha……"
That ethereal and mysterious voice, in sync with the opening and closing of the window, said with a smile: "You... are... so good... at speaking..."
"Then... today... you will be the master of ceremonies..."
"What?" Wu Manshuang pointed at her nose in bewilderment, "Me?"
It's so novel! This is the first time in all these years that someone has commented on his eloquence.
"No, it should be referring to Xiao Ling."
Yan Luoyue made this statement based on his many years of experience in dealing with the Great Elder.
"Generally speaking, people who speak so slowly have longer reaction times. I guess it just digested Xiao Ling's wild history stories."
The three of them stood there in silence for a whole cup of tea before the voice said faintly, "You... are... right..."
Three people: “…”
Ling Shuanghun smiled, straightened the crown on her head, tucked a strand of loose hair into place, and refused with a proper attitude:
"A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. I think I'd better give up this invitation."
However, just as he finished speaking, the threshold that was placed in front of the three people suddenly moved on its own.
The temple was destroyed right in front of them, performing an illegal expansion.
In the blink of an eye, the threshold passed under the feet of the three people from underground and spread behind Yan Luoyue and the other two in a flash.
In other words, Yan Luoyue and the others were swallowed up by this ruined temple!
“…”
Miao Yu cut the sword first and then played music, and took the three people into the main hall. The voice said slowly: "Thank...thank...you..."
Three people: “…”
No, don't thank me yet, you are clearly forcing me to buy something!
Also, it was clearly stated that only Ling Shuanghun would be the master of ceremonies, so why were Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang also included?
Not only is this dilapidated temple being forced to be sold, but the seller is also being asked to offer a buy one get two free offer?
There was no sound of flints striking around, but the white lanterns hanging in the ruined temple lit up one by one.
With the help of dozens of white lanterns, Yan Luoyue had a panoramic view of the furnishings in the temple.
The most eye-catching and eye-catching things in the entire dilapidated temple are of course the two coffins placed in the main hall.
The two black lacquered coffins were displayed side by side, with their sliding lids half-open and half-closed.
Between the two coffins, there was a large, faded red satin flower tied together - the kind of red satin flower that the bride and groom would each hold at one end when they got married.
There was only an empty shrine in the temple, with no statues of gods or ranks of ancestors placed inside.
There were no fruits, snacks, fatty fish or grilled chicken on the altar.
On the long, dusty table, there were only two upside-down Dragon and Phoenix business cards and a pair of rusty red scissors.
Ling Shuanghun's gaze lingered on the scissors for a moment, and his expression changed from wary to contemplative.
He looked around and muttered to himself, "This layout looks familiar... I think I've read relevant records..."
Looking more closely, I saw seven or eight scattered red "囍" characters pasted on the four walls of the temple.
Even though these happy characters were stuck crookedly and cut in half in the middle, this extremely representative costume still gave Yan Luoyue an ominous feeling.
Combined with the voice that just broke into the temple, it said that it needed a master of ceremonies, e……
Yan Luoyue whispered: "I have an idea now."
Ling Shuanghun also whispered: "Please, Xiaoyan, don't have any more thoughts before we leave here."
Yan Luoyue glared at him threateningly, and before she could say anything, two pieces of clothing suddenly fell from the sky.
The two pieces of clothing have red silk as the base and colorful threads as the embroidery. One is the bride's dress with embroidered dragons and phoenixes, and the other is the groom's wedding robe with rich flowers.
There were dragon and phoenix wedding robes, red happy characters posted, and a master of ceremonies who was invited temporarily.
It is obvious what ceremony will be held in this dilapidated temple next.
Yan Luoyue: “…”
Yan Luoyue emphasized: "This time, I didn't have time to say anything."
Ling Shuanghun thought about it and tactfully proposed: "Xiaoyan, is there a possibility? I mean... maybe you need to practice a ventriloquism technique?"
Yan Luoyue: “…”
Whether Yan Luoyue needs to learn ventriloquism remains to be discussed.
But if Ling Shuanghun doesn't want to be beaten in the future, he'd better master the "Art of Speaking".
The cunning tortoise and the sly crane kept blaming each other, and neither of them was willing to say the decisive word.
Only Snake doesn't understand the tricks here.
Wu Manshuang frowned and asked bluntly but uncertainly, "I seem to have seen this kind of dress in the human world... Is it, is it a ghost marriage?"
Ling Shuanghun heaved a sigh of relief: "You finally said it."
When he talked about the falling moon, he closed his eyes in sorrow.
Among the three people, Ling Shuanghun has been chosen as the master of ceremonies.
So, isn't it obvious who the remaining candidates for the bride and groom who are going to wear the wedding gown?
As Heaven is my witness, Wu Man Shuang is still a little snake who is making up for her nine years of compulsory education, and Luo Yue is also a little turtle who is still in the growth stage.
Yan Luoyue exclaimed in shock: "We are just two children!"
The little snake and the little turtle are innocent, why did they encounter such a supernatural incident!
Not long after, the voice rang out again, still slowly and with an eerie breath-taking sound.
It urged: "Hurry up...start...quickly."
Yan Luoyue glanced at the two boys from left to right, and then asked, "What will happen if we don't start?"
As she spoke, she stamped her feet heavily.
The spiritual energy accumulated at the soles of his feet, and immediately created a hole in the broken floor of the Yue Lao Temple.
For a moment, all three of them stared nervously at Yan Luoyue's feet.
If this attack is not met with retaliation like the previous Paper Tearers, they will prepare to tear down the house.
The monster that had led them here clearly had no intention of being lenient with them any longer.
The floor shattered and the disembodied voice let out a scream.
Wu Manshuang and Ling Shuanghun attacked at the same time, grabbing Yan Luoyue's arms from the left and right, and suddenly pulled her behind them.
The next second, a silver light burst out from the ground where Yan Luoyue had just stood, brushing against the tips of Yan Luoyue's feet, from bottom to top, and cutting through the air like a shovel.
With the sound of wind breaking through the air, the silver light fiercely chopped the temple beam, leaving a cut as deep as a bowl.
The strange voice shouted: "Start quickly... Start quickly..."
It also threatened: "This time... you can't make any more mistakes...! If you make any more mistakes... it will be the same as it is now!"
Before he finished speaking, dozens of paper figures with or without faces rushed into the temple.
The paper figures picked up the two wedding gowns on the ground and shook them open. As they did so, a stale smell of blood suddenly spread throughout the ruined temple.
Under the white veil, Wu Manshuang's eyes became sharp.
Luoyue, on the other hand, keenly noticed that the two wedding gowns were stained with countless splattered bloodstains that had already solidified into dark brown spots.
The paper people walked towards Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang with stiff steps, and were about to put two red clothes on them.
The voice grew louder, as if it could not wait any longer. It repeated over and over again: "No mistakes... No mistakes... No mistakes..."
Yan Luoyue and Wu Manyhuang looked at each other, both of them had confusion written all over their faces.
Let alone ghost marriages, they don’t even know the customs of normal marriages.
There is no need to mention Wu Man Shuang.
As for Luoyue, she has been born in the Turtle Clan for five years and has never participated in any wedding.
——The turtle tribe hasn’t had a new couple for twenty years, and no one is in a hurry to get married!
At this critical moment, Ling Shuanghun suddenly clasped his hands together and attacked.
"Wait, I remember now."
"Really?"
"Xiao Ling, do you remember the ritual steps?"
Ling Shuanghun opened his eyes and said in a very determined tone: "This ceremony is not a ghost marriage."
"What?!"
Ling Shuanghun let out a long sigh of relief.
He pointed at the two red characters on the wall, then at the red flowers between the two coffins and the rusty iron scissors on the altar.
"This should be a very rare custom. Even I have only read a few words about it..."
"Xiao Ling, stop keeping me in suspense and just tell me."
Ling Shuanghun's eyes were gleaming as he spoke each word with pause: "In short, this is not a ghost marriage, this is a ghost divorce."
Yan Luoyue: “…”
Wu Manshuang: “…”
For a moment, excessive shock swept through the minds of all living things present, leaving everyone speechless.
Perhaps because she was afraid that Yan Luoyue didn't understand the meaning of "divorce", Ling Shuanghun gave an extra explanation:
"The so-called ghost divorce is a literal antonym. Since marrying two families is marriage, then severing the relationship between the two families is naturally divorce. Similarly, since there are ghost marriages, there should be ghost divorces."
Yan Luoyue: “…”
No, you don't understand, I'm not shocked by this.
——Underworld, divorce.
Listen to the word and feel what it implies. Does it make sense?
Some monsters were still breathing, but they had already been classified as "ghost" species by this ruined temple.
Some demons don’t even have wives yet, but they lose them because of the divorce procedure!
Yan Luoyue pinched her brows and took a breath of cold air.
She really didn't expect that the business scope of the Underworld Yue Lao Temple was quite advanced with the times and had expanded to this extent?