Chapter 56 Chapter 56 Three in One
Before today, even if Yan Luoyue was beaten to death, she would never have thought that a ghost marriage could be divorced.
The moral behind this is just like "always take off your pants before farting" and "experts have finally bred mosquitoes that can survive in winter". It is the eighth most amazing one-of-a-kind event in the world.
For a moment, there was silence inside and outside the temple.
The only sounds in the world were the howling of the wild wind across the fields and the sound of Ling Shuanghun explaining science.
According to Ling Shuanghun, he had only seen one record of the so-called "ghost divorce" in the gossip notes of his ancestors.
The record was very concise, with no more than three lines in total.
"If my great-uncle's tracing of the origins is correct, this should be a special custom that evolved from a mixed residence, coming from a small group of hybrid descendants of humans and demons."
This phenomenon only occurs among mixed-race offspring.
After all, most people clearly distinguish between happy events and sad events.
The reason why these two things can be combined into one and turned into a wedding or funeral is because the cultures of other races are integrated.
Ling Shuanghun explained on the spot: "In the demon world, demons are organized into tribes based on 'clan'."
Intermarriage between two ethnic groups often represents the establishment of an alliance.
Correspondingly, if one wants to sever the alliance, the male or female demons sent by the other tribe will be sent back to their original tribe.
- Oh, if the relationship between the two tribes is particularly bad, they may not send the living person back intact. They may just send an original head as a token of their appreciation.
Yan Luoyue: “…”
Even though she had heard about the simple and rough style of the demon world, Yan Luoyue was still very fortunate every time she heard related news.
Fortunately, she was born into the turtle tribe, which had been assimilated into the human world for thousands of years.
It is said that the land and water nurture the people.
Yan Luoyue deeply doubted that the turtles in the demon world would not be as Buddhist as the turtles in the human world.
Maybe everyone there is a hot-tempered guy who will start to fight if they disagree with something.
Wu Manshuang listened to the class carefully and thought seriously.
"So, these hybrid descendants of humans and monsters have inherited some of the monster customs. Whenever they disagree, they will... divorce?"
"Almost. But I'm not getting a divorce for myself. I'm getting a divorce for my ancestors."
Ling Shuanghun corrected his wording very meticulously.
"Whenever there was a major conflict, they would look up the family tree, dig up the grave, pull the coffin out of the ground, and then have two descendants wear wedding robes and perform a divorce ceremony on behalf of the corresponding ancestor."
——You can’t believe it, right? Living people can divorce if they don’t want to live together anymore, but the marriage relationship of the dead can also be divorced in the afterlife!
Wu Manshuang: “…”
Yan Luoyue: “…”
She felt that this should not be called a ghost divorce, but a cloud divorce.
Even Yan Luoyue, who had been baptized by a vast amount of information, felt that this custom was too underworld.
——You bully the dead and they won’t talk, right? You guys quarreled, and then dug up your ancestors and got divorced???
Yan Luoyue couldn't help but ask, "What kind of unfilial descendants are these? Didn't their ancestors get up from their coffins, pick up mourning sticks, and smash their heads one by one?"
"have no idea."
Ling Shuanghun crossed his arms innocently and told a cold joke without changing his expression.
"Look, there are only paper figures in this village now, no living people. Maybe our ancestors have already opened the coffins and smashed the heads of every descendant."
After Ling Shuanghun recalled the relevant historical materials and traced the source, the true identity of the ethereal voice also came to light.
"If I'm not mistaken, this sound should be the prayer of Yue Lao Temple."
There are often some magical legends among the people, telling about a certain temple/monastery/tower/broken bridge, which are particularly suitable for young men and women to fall in love at first sight.
Among ordinary people, this phenomenon is called "praying for love is very effective."
In the world of cultivating immortals, there is a special term to describe this, which is called "obsession."
"Long-lasting, intense emotions can give rise to obsessions. As far as I know, some temple halls are suitable for encouraging people to become monks, some buildings are suitable for enlightening top scholars, and some matchmaker trees are suitable for lifelong engagements..."
Speaking of this, even Ling Shuanghun, a knowledgeable historian, couldn't help but twitch his eyes slightly.
"Of course, this is the first time I've seen a Yue Lao Temple that's dedicated to arranging ghost divorces!"
It's great to be a historian. There are so many things to record, and you can encounter everything.
Among them, someone's fate also played an indispensable role.
Ling Shuanghun said with emotion: "Xiaoyan, you may really have some talent for arrogance - next time, let's go out together."
Yan Luoyue: “???”
Reflect on yourself, are you polite?
Just when the turtle and the crane were about to fight again, the sad voice appeared out of thin air in Yue Lao Temple again.
It didn't seem to care that Ling Shuanghun had dug up all of its origins. It just urged them to start the ghost marriage ceremony quickly.
"I can't wait any longer... I don't want to wait any longer... I can't wait any longer... I don't want to wait any longer..."
The sound enters the eardrum, causing the brain to vibrate and a slight dizziness.
At the same time, silver light flashed inside the temple, and the formation that controlled the position was constantly activated, causing the entire Yue Lao Temple to shake like a large ship sailing.
Yan Luoyue closed her eyes and pressed her ears: "It's rare for obsession to be this strong."
In the school, there was also a teacher who talked about the knowledge related to obsession.
But according to Feng Xiaoyuan, ordinary thoughts have no harmful power.
It can only make people feel something, or strengthen the thoughts that already exist in their hearts. At most, it is just a dream.
As for particularly strong obsessions, they will invade the mind, similar to the "ghost possession" in folk legends.
...But this Yue Lao Temple, God knows how it is connected to these formations?
Yan Luoyue had only heard that obsession could take away the physical body, but had never heard that obsession could take away the formation!
"Xiaoyan, don't get tangled up." Ling Shuanghun smiled bitterly and advised, "Before today, no one would have thought that Yue Lao Temple was also responsible for breaking up marriages."
The red-crowned crane spreads out its wings to maintain balance, and in the swaying temple, it spreads its body like a white sail facing the wind.
Ling Shuanghun said loudly: "The divorce ceremony is over, no need to rush, we will do it now!"
Half an incense stick later, the person in charge of Yue Lao Temple received the signal and stopped shaking his magical powers.
"Start...now...now..." the voice threatened gloomily.
Ling Shuanghun took the wedding gown from the paper figurine, and with a tremble of her hands, the bloodstained satin fabric was revealed. She handed them to Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang respectively.
"Put on your robes and be patient for a while."
This dilapidated temple could change their standing positions at will, and had powerful formations as guards, and was not even afraid of Wu Man Shuang's toxicity.
Before you make the final preparations for a fight to the death, just take it one step at a time.
Frowning and putting on the wedding gown, Yan Luoyue asked quietly: "Ming...divorce ceremony, will you preside over it?"
Looking at the bloodstains on the clothes, Yan Luoyue was very suspicious: Did those who wore this clothes before encounter misfortune because they mistakenly conducted the "ghost divorce ceremony" as a "ghost marriage".
But this custom is too obscure.
If there wasn't a historian named Xiao Ling in their team, who would have guessed that there are such ridiculous folk customs in the world!
Ling Shuanghun forced himself to give a bitter smile: "My great-great-grandfather's record only has three lines of words... I'll try to make up some."
He looked up at the high-hanging beams, his tone gradually becoming calmer:
"It has waited for so long, and finally waited for the three of us who know what we are doing. We will not do anything to us just because of a small mistake."
Yan Luoyue and Wu Manyhuang each put on red clothes.
The three of them formed a triangle, with their backs facing inward, and vigilantly observed the movements in the temple.
Seeing Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang put on their wedding gowns, the two paper figures whose faces Wu Manshuang had torn off became more and more crowded.
out.
They looked at each other with their dark faces, and then climbed into two open sliding-lid coffins respectively.
At the same time, an extremely tiny "pop" sound rang in the air.
“…”
Wu Manshuang's eyes were covered with a white veil, so he couldn't exchange glances with anyone. So, he immediately touched Yan Luoyue's shoulder.
Ling Shuanghun stood with his back to the coffin.
Wu Manshuang and Yan Luoyue were facing the two coffins. They saw every detail clearly.
The moment the paper figures climbed into the coffin, a silver-gray thread under their feet suddenly broke!
It turns out that these paper people are controlled by a silver wire attached to the ground.
No wonder their soles kept rubbing against the ground and never lifted as they walked.
Yan Luoyue blinked, and felt that the silver thread looked familiar, as if it was a bit like... a bit like...
By the way, it looks a bit like the meridians of the Thousand-Faced Demon!
She turned around and mouthed to Wu Manshuang: "Thousand-Faced Demon?"
Wu Manshuang shook her head.
In the demon world, there are many monsters that can use something like silk thread.
Even though his inherited memories included a very detailed monster encyclopedia, he couldn't tell the opponent's species based on a single clue.
However, he was now certain that...
"Monster."
Wu Manshuang mouthed these two words to Yan Luoyue.
He usually wouldn't tell Yan Luoyue anything he wasn't 100% sure about.
Now that he dares to speak, Wu Man Shuang can guarantee that the culprit behind that thread must be a monster without a doubt!
Wow, good fellow, there actually is a monster involved.
Yan Luoyue let out a light sigh and retreated tactically.
I don’t know what kind of Feng Shui this abandoned village is.
It unexpectedly combines the war formation from three thousand years ago, the obsession of the local spirit Yue Lao Temple, and the unknown operations of the demon world monsters.
The three forces are intertwined and complicated, just like a pot of porridge.
Thinking of this, Yan Luoyue couldn't help but shake his head in self-mockery.
This Yue Lao Temple may be a cup of milk tea in this life - Shu○ roasted grass jelly, half a cup is full of ingredients. It tastes like thick porridge, mixed with good taste.
Ling Shuanghun stretched out his hand to twist the dragon and phoenix wedding invitation on the confession table. As soon as he received the wedding invitation, he felt slightly relieved.
The post is not one, but a stack.
This means that there are many divorce ceremonies that need to be handled by agents, and they have enough time to deal with them.
Ling Shuang took a deep breath without making a sound, and calmed down by saying, "Let's get the first couple... the old couple's marriage divorced first."
He held a wedding invitation in each hand, looked at the dragon invitation in his left hand first, and read in a serious voice: "Hu Tuji!"
Yan Luoyue: “…”
Wu Manshuang: “…”
This name is so innovative. These three short words are full of philosophy and Zen.
It makes everyone who hears it fall into endless contemplation subconsciously: Is this Hu Tuji a fox demon, a rabbit demon, or a chicken demon?
Ling Shuanghun cleared his throat and reminded, "Hu Tuji!"
Wu Manshuang nodded reluctantly: "I'm here."
Ling Shuanghun looked at the Feng Tie in his right hand again, and this time he read out a more normal name: "Zhao Hong'er."
Yan Luoyue responded: "I'm here too."
The next moment, Ling Shuanghun transformed one of his arms into the wings of a white crane.
He used his wings as drums and beat them loudly, just like a shaman.
The melodious tune of the crane song echoed in Yue Lao Temple in the middle of the night. The lingering sound made this place even more mysterious and bizarre.
Ling Shuanghun raised his head and sang loudly:
“Three generations of misfortune, we are married.
The journey is full of mountains and rivers, the mountains are poor and the waters are bad.
We met in previous life, but we cannot meet again in this life.
"Severance--severance--severance--!"
After the song was over, Yan Luoyue was amazed.
He can play the gong and sing, and he is the officiant of a divorce ceremony.
Ling Shuanghun actually worked harder than a wedding celebrant.
The divorce ceremony began with a crane song, and Ling Shuanghun took a deep breath.
In my great-uncle's records, there is only one sentence about the details of the ghost divorce ceremony.
——"A wedding ceremony is completed with three bows, while a wedding ceremony for the dead ends with three curses. This is a wonder of the time."
Ling Shuanghun secretly estimated in his heart: If we get a divorce, we should follow the wedding steps in reverse. And replace the three bows with three curses... OK, he understands!
Ling Shuanghun clenched his fists under his sleeves, calmed himself down, and shouted in a long voice: "Curse, Heaven, Earth——"
Wu Manshuang: “…”
Yan Luoyue: “…”
Ah, what did you say?
Is this how a divorce ceremony is performed?
Is there something wrong?!
Yan Luoyue felt that she should have said something at this time.
But this ceremony, improvised by Ling Shuanghun, was too counterintuitive.
As a result, Yan Luoyue's mind went blank except for the word "fuck".
...By the way, the word "F*ck" can be considered her most insulting act, right?
As for Wu Manshuang, there is no need to mention her.
At this moment, Wu Manshuang stood there in a daze, like a giant stone statue standing on an island, as if she could become stiff to the end of heaven and earth.
Judging from his posture, the little green snake encountered such an absurd thing when he first came out, which obviously caused a great psychological shock.
I'm afraid that from now on, Wu Manshuang will have a great misunderstanding of the values of the world.
Seeing that Xiao Wugan simply refused to curse, and Xiao Yan's curse was too vulgar, Ling Shuanghun had no choice but to set an example and curse on his behalf.
He cleared his throat and opened his lips slightly. The melodious crane song echoed off the walls of Yue Lao Temple.
For a moment, all I could hear was Ling Shuanghun singing in a very dramatic manner:
"Oh my God, why did you pair me with this damned bastard——"
Yan Luoyue: “…”
Unable to hold back, Yan Luoyue burst out laughing.
Ling Shuanghun said very generously: "You can laugh louder, and it would be best if you could curse at me while laughing."
This will reduce his workload.
The demon tribe has the custom of being bold in love and hate, even for mixed-bloods.
Whether it's marriage or divorce, it's considered a happy event in the demon culture, so it's okay to laugh a few times.
“Hahahahahaha!”
Hearing Ling Shuanghun say this, Yan Luoyue really laughed out loud happily.
Yan Luoyue smiled and rubbed her belly. As for swearing... Little Guigui is not very good at that.
Using Yan Luoyue's laughter to delay, Ling Shuanghun's brain was working rapidly, thinking about what to do next.
Logically speaking, "two bows to parents" is the normal order of a wedding.
But to directly replace it with "二罵高堂" seems a bit illogical.
After all, it wasn't the parents who wanted to break up the marriage.
In that case, then...
Ling Shuang's spirit energy sank into her dantian, and her melodious voice spread far away: "Second curse on your unfilial descendants——"
He deliberately added the word "unfilial" before the word "descendants" so that if something went wrong during the ceremony, he would have room to make amends.
The two curses echoed in the large and empty Yue Lao Temple. The overly quiet reaction made the three of them feel uneasy.
Yan Luoyue whispered to Ling Shuanghun: "Are you sure?"
This step is so special that she still feels a little weird.
Ling Shuanghun stood tall and straight, his clothes neatly arranged without a wrinkle, only a trace of cold sweat on his forehead was dripping down his skin.
His expression was calm, but from between his lips came out a panicked answer:
"I don't know the exact customs. I made up all the steps on the spot!"
With him playing the piano so chaotically, it wouldn't be surprising no matter what the Yue Lao Temple's reaction was.
So Xiaoyan and Xiaowu, you two should be mentally prepared.
Ling Shuanghun's attitude was too calm.
The moon was stunned for a moment.
The corner of Yan Luoyue's mouth twitched and he retreated back to where he was.
Wu Manshuang suddenly moved closer to her, then grabbed her sleeve and shook her gently.
Since she cannot communicate with people through eye contact, Wu Manshuang usually uses body language to convey signals.
At this moment, Wu Manshuang did not make any new discoveries.
It was just that he noticed Yan Luoyue's slight anxiety, so he touched her sleeve, wanting to comfort her.
As the three of them waited anxiously, the Yue Lao Temple finally responded.
Among the paper figures quietly placed on the wall, two took the initiative to step out. Their feet touched the ground and rubbed against each other as they walked forward step by step.
When the two paper figures came to the front of the coffin, they knelt down on the ground with a thud, their feet still pressed tightly to the ground.
Because the posture was too twisted and weird, the calves of the two paper figures were bent flat.
It looked like they were the unfilial descendants who were ready to be scolded.
Phew—Ling Shuanghun made the right bet.
Yan Luoyue hurriedly said, "Xiao Ling? Si Yi? Curse him now."
Ling Shuanghun glared and said, "Shouldn't you two be the ones to scold me?"
Yan Luoyue gave up and said, "But neither of us knows how to scold, and we can't scold the right thing!"
“…”
Si Yi Ling Shuanghun, with a curse on his face, took over the job of cursing.
He opened the water bag he carried with him and took a sip to moisten his throat. Then he sang in a loud voice:
"You incompetent grandson, why do you only think of cutting off this marriage bond today—"
Yan Luoyue: “Puff.”
Ling Shuanghun took a look and found that even the little witch was laughing secretly with his head down under the fighting tent. It was obvious that he had completely learned bad habits from Yan Luoyue!
After being scolded by Ling Shuanghun, the two paper figures hunched their shoulders slightly, looking very ashamed.
They bowed to the two coffins and stood up, but their legs that had been flattened had not yet recovered.
Using their flat calves as support, the paper figures returned to their original positions step by step.
Now, the ghost divorce ceremony only has the last and most important step left.
Ling Shuanghun gritted his teeth and mustered up the courage to fight to the death.
Bai He raised his voice in his clear and high-pitched voice: "Husband, wife, right, curse--"
Yan Luoyue: “…”
Wu Manshuang: “…”
Even though they had anticipated the last step, the sudden disturbance still almost sprained their waists.
Seeing them both, one lowering his head, the other covering his face, without moving for a long time, Ling Shuanghun was heartbroken, feeling that he had mistakenly boarded a pirate ship.
"You wouldn't... want me to scold you for even this step, would you?"
If this is really the case, in Ling Shuanghun's opinion, it would be unnecessary for Yue Lao Temple to arrest these two people.
Just let him run the show on his own, be his own husband and wife, and be the master of ceremonies himself.
He can sing three plays by himself, and in one night, he can help many newlywed couples get divorced!
Even though they were at a distance, Yan Luoyue could clearly hear the sound of Ling Shuanghun grinding his teeth.
Clenching his fist and pressing the corner of his mouth, Yan Luoyue said solemnly: "No, I won't bother you, Xiao Ling. Drink some water and rest for a while."
As soon as she finished speaking, Wu Manshuang raised her head helplessly.
In this context, the prefix "husband and wife" is actually quite meaningless and is essentially no different from children playing house.
What really made Wu Manshuang embarrassed was the subsequent request for "swearing back".
He had learned a few curse words. It was fine to let Yan Luoyue curse him.
But if you ask him to do it the other way around...
Judging from Wu Manshuang's expression, the little green snake would have wanted to cut off its tongue on the spot if it could have avoided this entanglement.
“…”
In the information network era, someone summarized a theorem called the relative embarrassment theorem.
When the other person's embarrassment far exceeds yours, you will be calm and even feel that everything is a small matter.
At this moment,
This theorem is vividly demonstrated in Yan Luoyue.
Originally, Yan Luoyue felt a little embarrassed when she thought about swearing at Wu Manshuang.
After all, Wu Manshuang is a very honest little snake.
No matter how Yan Luoyue teased him, Wu Manshuang would usually believe it and do as she said wholeheartedly - even until now, he was still learning the traditional crosstalk "Reporting the Menu" meticulously.
If a kid like this, who treats a stick as a needle, were to take a few words seriously when he was scolded, Snake would be so sad.
However, when Yan Luoyue saw Wu Manshuang's extremely embarrassed expression at this moment, he suddenly had an inspiration and felt better.
Shaking off the embarrassment, Yan Luoyue was now in a relaxed mood and was even in the mood to joke with Wu Manshuang.
Yan Luoyue put his fist to his lips, chuckled, and urged Wu Manshuang in a low voice:
"It's okay, just go ahead and scold me. Don't you know how to scold? How about I teach you a few words?"
Wu Manshuang shook her head desperately, leaving a shadow at the end of her hair, almost simulating 70% of the style of a high-power electric fan in the shaking mode.
Yan Luoyue pursed her lips and teased calmly, "I remember you were very good at swearing when we first met..."
When they first met, Wu Man Shuang was mistaken by the monk as a demon snake, who caught her and put her into a cage.
The reason why the little green snake was arrested was that he was too studious and vividly imitated the colloquialism "Fuck you, fuck your grandma's leg".
According to the monk's recollection, when the green snake was scolding people, not only did it match the words for every word, but it also imitated the tone of voice so vividly that it was almost like it had grown two hands to put on its waist.
Wu Manshuang: “…”
When Wu Manshuang heard Yan Luoyue mention the dark history of the past, her expression changed instantly.
Suddenly, it was as if a transparent elf had painted a layer of red paint on Wu Manshuang, from her forehead to her ears.
Yan Luoyue even suspected that she saw the white heat rising from Wu Manshuang's face.
If you put your palms on the cheeks of the little green snake at this time, it will definitely be a top-notch hand warmer.
With a teasing smile, Yan Luoyue said: "Then, I will scold you first?"
Wu Manshuang let out a long sigh as if he had just survived a calamity, and nodded hurriedly.
Yan Luoyue read out the name of the person word by word, "Hu Tuji!"
Although she was reading the name, she interlocked the thumb and index finger of her left hand and circled it around her right wrist, forming a bracelet shape.
Yan Luoyue cleared her throat and cursed seriously: "You are so cute!"
"!!!"
Caught off guard, Wu Manshuang suddenly raised her head.
In fact, he has already prepared himself mentally and is able to withstand any accusations.
But Yan Luoyue still easily broke through Wu Manshuang's psychological defenses.
This "bitter curse" was completely beyond Wu Manshuang's expectations, but it was so reasonable and fitting.
Moonlight never hurts others; it only gently shines on you.
Under the white veil, Wu Manshuang opened her eyes wide in bewilderment at the direct praise of "a heavy blow".
He saw Yan Luoyue with her hands behind her back, smiling at him triumphantly. The girl's eyes were bright and her spirits were high...
She had shown the same expression before when she said she wanted to kidnap him and make him learn the old saying "List the Menu".
It was like a handful of snowflakes falling on the dead earth, white and bright, but not cold.
If you could catch the "snowflakes" in your palm, you would find that they are not crystals that melt in your hand, but fluffy and soft goose down.
The white velvet is warm and clean.
If you collect them and pile them into a small nest, even the most cold-fearing little snake can hide inside and safely spend a cold winter.
Subconsciously, Wu Manshuang murmured, "I... I was originally unlovable."
There is no more cuteness.
The one who is truly adorable is Yan Luoyue.
He borrowed a bit of warmth from her because he had once worn it on her hand.
This has become a little cute.
Wu Manshuang leaned forward slightly, and was about to say something - if she imitated Yan Luoyue's words and "scolded" her, then Wu Manshuang felt that she could do it!
Suddenly, Wu Manshuang's eyes flickered and she glanced towards the end of the coffin.
Even through a layer of white gauze, Yan Luoyue could feel the other party's sharp gaze.
With her mind racing, Wu Manshuang grabbed Yan Luoyue's sleeve and stroked her palm a few times with her gloved fingers.
Yan Luoyue received the signal and nodded knowingly.
Their quarrel was not intense, and there was no movement for a long time afterwards.
Yue Lao Temple must be very confused about this, and doesn't understand why the "husband and wife scolding each other" segment can be so boring.
The floor shook slightly twice, creaking as if issuing a silent urging.
Ling Shuanghun closed his eyes, rubbed the cinnabar mark between his eyebrows, and helplessly made up for his two resentful friends.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and lied: "Well, we can see now that the old man and the old woman are cursing in secret..."
Yan Luoyue: “…”
Wu Manshuang: “…”
Whether it is the extremely lame names such as "old husband" and "old mother", or the literary art implied in "quietly cursing", they are all very amazing.
Yan Luoyue couldn't help but sigh: Ling Shuanghun has really reached the pinnacle of the art of grafting.
Yue Lao Temple might have been skeptical, but was ultimately moved by Ling Shuanghun's trick, and the rapid shaking of the floor subsided again.
Ling Shuanghun breathed a sigh of relief.
The night is long and dreams are many. In order to prevent Yue Lao Temple from coming to his senses, he quickly led the two actors to jump into the next stage.
"The ceremony is over! Please, old groom and old bride, pick up the scissors and cut off the red flower knot——"
This time, there was no need for Ling Shuanghun to remind them. Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang took the initiative to approach the altar.
The two men picked up the large, rusty pair of iron scissors and brought the blades close to the red jasper tied to the two coffins.
If it weren’t for the gloomy sky outside the window, the dozen or so pale lanterns inside the temple, and the motionless paper figures that didn’t even know how to applaud during the ceremony…
This scene really looks like the ribbon-cutting ceremony for the Matchmaker coffin.
Ling Shuanghun tried his best to cover all the moving parts.
The crane demon waved her sleeves and sang gracefully, but the lyrics she sang didn't sound right -
"You evil creature, we will no longer be friends with each other from now on~~~~"
While singing, Ling Shuanghun tried his best to signal Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang with his eyes.
With the help of body language, the two of them snapped the scissors and cut the old red silk in half.
The tattered big red flower drooped silently to the ground like a rooster with its neck cut off by a knife.
At this moment, two thin threads quietly climbed up the edge of the coffin along the seams of the wooden boards and stuck to the feet of the two paper figures.
Along with the rustling sound of white paper rubbing against each other, the two paper figures that had been lying motionless in the coffin suddenly moved their limbs as if they had gained life and sat up on the spot.
In an instant, Yan Luoyue suddenly pulled the knot behind Wu Manshuang's head.
At the same time, Wu Manshuang took off the glove on her right hand, rushed forward, and grabbed the thin silver thread.
This silver wire is tough and extremely sharp.
As soon as it touched Wu Manshuang's palm, the effect was like an ordinary person meeting a sword with bare hands, and a straight bloody wound was instantly opened on Wu Manshuang's skin.
Wu Manshuang didn't care about the pain in her palm, but instead held the silver thread tighter.
His gaze was like a pair of male and female swords, hidden for ten years. Once unsheathed, they shot straight in the direction of the end of the thin line.
For a moment, the gushing blood was like raindrops gathering on the eaves, or like beads that had broken off the string, dripping along the thread onto the wooden floor, and in the blink of an eye, it formed a small pool like a puddle.
It happened so quickly, from Yan Luoyue tearing off the white veil that was blindfolding Wu Manshuang, to Wu Manshuang tightly grasping the silk thread of her opponent, the whole process was so fast and sudden, but it happened in just one second.
"……Um?"
Suddenly, Yan Luoyue heard a clear and pleasant male voice uttering a sigh of doubt.
The sound had no beginning or end, and it was impossible to tell where it came from or which direction it came from.
It seemed to come from all directions, yet it also seemed to only echo in Yan Luoyue's mind. It was an illusion that was automatically created by the brain due to excessive tension.
The next second, Wu Manshuang suddenly let go.
The silver wire had already sunk deeply into his flesh, and in another breath or two, it might even saw into his bones.
Silver Silk can no longer control the paper man.
It quickly shrank back into the ground and disappeared, as if it had been frightened by the pull just now.
Wu Manshuang closed her eyes. Even though she couldn't see it, she could still picture Yan Luoyue's worried expression in her mind.
He obediently handed over his left hand and immediately announced, "It's just a superficial wound, nothing serious."
Yan Luoyue slapped a large amount of ointment into his palm.
Looking at the obviously excessive amount of medicine, Wu Manshuang looked a little helpless, but he still followed Yan Luoyue's instructions and applied a thick layer of sweet and delicious pill on the wound.
Ling Shuanghun came forward and asked: "How is it, have you figured out its identity?"
Wu Manshuang nodded, her face as gloomy as water: "Not afraid of my poison, nor afraid of my sight... It's a left-handed spiral demon."
Theoretically speaking, Wu Man Shuang has never encountered a being that is immune to his poison.
As long as it comes into contact with the pores, mucous membranes, and blood, the toxicity will begin to take effect within a few breaths.
Just now, Wu Manshuang held the opponent's silk thread for almost ten seconds, and the entire piece of silver thread was soaked in his flesh and blood.
If an ordinary person were to be exposed to such a thing, he would suffer from nerve damage or become numb in his movements.
The reason why the monster was not affected was because the silver thread was not its meridian or the transportation channel in its body.
——In fact, the thread is the shell of the left-handed helicoid demon.
This is a monster with extremely strong defensive power, and it can even become sworn brothers with the turtle tribe.
Its appearance is similar to that of a snail, with a soft body covered with a layer of hard shell, but the exposed opening is smaller than that of a snail, only as big as the nail of a thumb.
Because all of its "spirals" twist to the left, the monster is named "Left-handed Screw Monster".
Yan Luoyue had made a monster card for the "Left-Handed Spiral Demon" and knew the characteristics of this monster.
She suddenly realized, "No wonder it's not afraid of your sight."
Because the left-handed spiral demon has no eyes at all.
——So, as long as you have no morals, you won’t be held hostage by morality. As long as you blind yourself first, you won’t be petrified by Medusa.
Countless silver threads of the same texture are twisted together to form the monster's shell.
These silver threads are extremely sharp and tough, yet also somewhat flexible.
On the outermost layer of the shell, there are dozens to hundreds of "threads" that can be used for attack or defense.
They usually hide in the large army and look like part of a snail shell. At critical moments, they can pop out as an attack weapon and cut the flesh of the opponent.
After mashing its prey into a paste, the left-handed screw demon collects the bloody and fleshy paste with silk thread and feeds the food into a hole on the top of its head that is not even the size of a fingernail.
"Wait a moment." This time it was Ling Shuanghun who asked, "It only has a hole in its head. How do we solve its excretion problem?"
Wu Manshuang thought for a moment and said, "As far as I know, it uses the same hole for eating and excreting... Maybe it's not called excretion, but vomiting?"
"Oh, right." Yan Luoyue recalled the male voice from before, "Did you guys hear other people's voices just now?"
Wu Manshuang and Ling Shuanghun both shook their heads in response.
"Maybe I heard it wrong."
At this time, Wu Man Shuang had already put on the white veil around her eyes again, and the wounds on her hands had closed and scabbed over.
And this Yue Lao Temple, which is always slow to react, seemed to have only received the signal about the smell of blood until this moment.
Then, it suddenly went crazy.
"Get lost...don't eat yet..."
Yue Lao Temple is angry
The doors and windows opened and closed repeatedly, shaking, as if someone was breathing heavily.
"My ritual... ritual... is not yet complete... you are not allowed to touch it..."
Hey, is there an internal conflict between Yue Lao Temple and that left-handed spiral demon?
On the wooden floor, the silver light of the formation flashed.
Yue Lao Miao suddenly became even more furious: "I didn't let you touch it... you are disobedient... you are disobedient!"
Yan Luoyue and Ling Shuanghun exchanged glances.
In an instant, all the previous mysteries were solved in a few words between the opponents.
Yan Luoyue understood everything:
It turns out that what the Yue Lao Temple was chanting about was not the remaining formations here, but the left-handed spiral demon.
It also cannot manipulate formations directly.
The formation can only be opened or closed by controlling the left-handed screw demon and indirectly using its threads.
This pair of demons formed a strange symbiotic relationship:
The left-handed spiral demon does not understand human formations and can only obey the orders of the Yue Lao Temple.
Since Yue Lao Temple couldn't find a human to preside over the ceremony, it used a paper figure controlled by the left-handed spiral demon as bait.
If the humans or demons who are lured here make mistakes in the steps of the divorce ritual, they will be eaten by the left-handed spiral demon.
This partnership is seamless, like two tightly coupled gears.
Only the monks and mortals who were lured into the deserted village became the bloody bait that was silently annihilated under the gears.
Seeing Yue Lao Temple getting so angry, Yan Luoyue couldn't help but feel moved.
It seems that this pair of accomplices are not completely compatible.
In this case, is it possible to deepen the conflict between them and make these two demons completely fall out?
Yan Luoyue tugged at Wu Manshuang's sleeve, and she immediately understood and placed her palm in front of Yan Luoyue.
Seeing Xiaoyan writing furiously on Xiaowu's palm, Ling Shuanghun kindly reminded: "Cover it with your sleeve."
Yue Lao Temple knows how to manipulate formations, so it should be somewhat cultured and perhaps be able to understand what the two are writing.
Before Ling Shuanghun could finish this thought, Yan Luoyue turned her head and smiled brightly.
"It's okay," she said confidently, "We wrote it in pinyin."
You see, she chose to start with the multiplication table to teach the little snake about the nine-year compulsory education, and it turned out to be the right thing to do.
——At this moment, the light of knowledge shone on both of their faces.
In contrast, the Crane historian, who was always knowledgeable, looked confused, like a child who had dropped out of school and did not get his primary school diploma.
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