Chapter 60 Happy Affair in the Mountain Village 20 This is the real haunted house!
An Rao looked at Cheng Lin, who had been keeping his head down and looking pale, and asked, "Don't you have anything to say?"
"I didn't, no, no, no..." Cheng Lin shook his head vigorously. "This is revenge. We will all die! All of us!"
"Coward!" The scarred man glared at Cheng Lin.
"Okay, let me tell you my clues," the handsome young man sat down seriously. His clear voice was a little hoarse now, as if it was too fragile to adapt to the cold morning in the mountains. "We went to the Zheng family ancestral hall and found that the bride was named Zheng Baodi, Bao for treasure and Di for younger brother. The youngest son of the Zheng family was not named Zheng Duoyu but Zheng Zhenbao. This shows that the whole village's doting on the daughter is actually fake. This is a typical closed village that favors boys over girls. We live in the illusion created by the ghost bride. Because of the illusion, the ghost bride created a peaceful and harmonious rural wedding festive scene for everyone. We never really walked into the haunted house from beginning to end, so we couldn't get out."
"Since it is an illusion, how could the ghost bride kill people? What is her motive?" The scarred man finally started to talk more.
"This is the crux of the matter," An Rao pulled out a small booklet from his pocket and threw it on the table. "This is a booklet I found in the ancestral hall. The booklet talks about the ancient customs that must be followed in the Zheng family's weddings and funerals. The formal marriage of a daughter requires the bride to make two identical sets of dowries, one for the wedding, and the other for the bride's chosen best man and bridesmaid."
"I understand. Fang Qingqing and Gao Zhifei, who received the bride's wedding dress, are the bride's chosen best man and bridesmaid. So they..." Shi Yirou looked up at the bride's boudoir door on the second floor, which was always closed. "Actually, they are in the bride's room on the second floor?"
"Most likely." An Rao nodded.
"What about Wei Rong'er? Didn't they say they didn't find anything in her room?" Su Ming asked, "And how do you explain the red dot between Sister Yirou's eyebrows? Sister Yirou didn't receive the bride's wedding dress!"
"Yiro, are you engaged to Zhang Yong?" An Rao suddenly asked.
"Ah?" Although the question was abrupt and involved privacy, Shi Yirou was only surprised for a moment before she calmed down. "Well, we got engaged a long time ago and were planning to get married soon, but we were suddenly dragged into this amusement park. You know what happened afterwards, and we've broken up, and it's impossible for us to get married again."
An Rao nodded: "That's right. When a bride is looking for a bridesmaid, she will definitely consider friends who are in a happy relationship first, so she has been waiting for you for a long time. But because your relationship is broken now, you are not the best choice for the bride. I think this red dot should be considered as a mark. The bride marks the candidate who she thinks is not satisfactory but does not want to give up directly, like a spare tire."
"That's why there was the invitation to choose fruits and vegetables. If Yirou had done a good job, she might have been invited to be a bridesmaid. And when Fang Qingqing was sewing the quilt, everyone saw her blessings for the ghost bride and her dedication to making the quilt," An Rao shook his head regretfully. "It's a pity that being loved and appreciated by ordinary brides is one thing, but being liked by the ghost bride is a sure death."
"So, the red dot on my forehead is because I didn't put in enough effort when picking fruits yesterday, and the ghost bride is not satisfied but doesn't want to give up on me directly?" Wang Quanmin's face began to twitch, meaning that there is still a possibility that he will die!
"Yes, you are not completely out of danger yet, and neither is Yirou." An Rao said sincerely.
"Then what's the point of you saying that bullshit!" Wang Quanmin was angry.
"How dare you talk to my brother like that!" Su Ming immediately got angry and stood up to pull An Rao, "Boss, let's go. We don't want to argue with them anymore! What kind of people are they?"
"No need," An Rao patted Su Ming's hand that was holding his arm soothingly, "The conclusion we can draw now is that if you don't let the bride be satisfied with you, you will survive, and if you don't be deceived or tempted, you will survive, and don't touch the items belonging to the ghost bride."
"Humph," the scarred man sneered, "Wasn't Fang Qingqing killed by this old man?"
"Fang Qingqing may have triggered two death rules at the same time. She made the ghost bride very happy, and Wang Quanmin touched the ghost bride's personal belongings," An Rao said with some regret, "That girl is definitely dead."
"But, since the ghost bride kills people by giving away wedding dresses, why does she also randomly throw her own belongings to kill people?" Shi Yirou was puzzled. "And the whole haunted house is just for picking bridesmaids and groomsmen for the bride's wedding. It seems a bit... How should I put it, I think it's too nonsensical."
"Being killed for taking the bride's personal belongings and being killed for choosing bridesmaids and groomsmen are not the same murder logic," Bai Chuan rarely disagreed with An Rao's point of view this time, "having two completely different sets of murder rules means there are two groups of murderous ghosts."
"Two groups?" An Rao looked at Bai Chuan with some surprise.
"right."
"You two are playing a double act! If you have anything to say, hurry up and stop here..." The scarred man stood up and pointed at Baichuan. As soon as he roared, he was like a chicken with its neck pinched, unable to scream. The moment he looked into the eyes of this handsome and sharp man, he felt fear for no reason and his whole body was chilled. That look seemed like a heartless god looking down on an ant, a dimensional condescending look. The moment Baichuan's eyes swept over him, the scarred man was pressed down by an irresistible pressure and could not move.
"What's the problem?" Baichuan asked with a frown.
"No...no..." The scarred man stammered, fell back on the bench, and dared not speak again.
An Rao glanced at Baichuan in confusion. What was so scary about a guy who couldn't even blow his hair and loved to eat candy?
The story in the fantasy did not stand still. As the wedding date approached, the Zheng family became noticeably busier. In the afternoon, everyone was assigned various tasks to prepare for the wedding, but everyone tacitly did their work in a very sloppy manner.
"Bang!" An Rao was trying to lift a bucket of water with his head down, but was hit on the head by a big bamboo carried on the shoulder of the scarred man walking in front of him, which symbolized rising step by step. Blood immediately gushed out and flowed into his eyes along his broken forehead.
An Rao was knocked dizzy, but in the severe pain, he was still clearly aware that he had violated the rules! Article 8 of the rules for playing in the haunted house: Please try not to get hurt or bleed. If you bleed, then ■■■■■.
Then what?
Then what?!
What are those five blacked-out words? !
An Rao held onto the handrail in the corridor. The blood that seeped into one of his eyes made it very uncomfortable. Even when he forced himself to open it, all he could see was blood red and he couldn't see anything clearly.
If he said he was not afraid, he would be lying. An Rao did not want to die, not at all, even if the real world was not good to him, even if no one cared about him and no one loved him, even if his life was filled with bad luck, poverty, hardship, deception and grievances. But the sunshine shining on the old sofa was so comfortable, the little tabby cat downstairs in the office was still waiting for him to feed it, and the pancakes downstairs were so delicious. How could he die alone in such an absurd and weird place!
An Rao rubbed his eyes hard and stumbled to the hall on the first floor. When he opened his eyes again, the red color in front of him, like a filter, faded away, and the entire Zheng residence had changed.
The house that was once filled with red silk and covered with wedding characters is now covered with white linen. The white soul-calling banners sway gently in the cold afternoon wind. The big red wedding characters all over the room have not changed, but they have all turned white. The red wedding characters that originally covered the ground have now turned into piles of white paper money. The banquet in the yard used to entertain guests is littered with corpses. Even the stray dog that often lingered under the table begging for food is now lying dead on the corner of the table.
The most shocking thing was the center of the courtyard, the open space that Aunt Li forbade anyone to step on, saying it was used for ceremonies to preserve its purity. But now, there were two black coffins placed side by side, with white wedding characters pasted on the black coffin lids. They were tied together with a piece of white silk with white silk flowers, giving off a strange and festive feeling of horror.
In front of the coffin was an altar with incense sticks on it. It was the small table where I had placed my water cup before but it disappeared. So that's how it was. Illusions are illusions after all. Real objects cannot be moved by illusions. So the dining table is real, the courtyard is real, the area that cannot be walked is real, and my water cup was placed on the altar so it was taken away by someone because I was really hungry. Only people become unreal because of death.
An Rao suddenly turned around and looked towards the hall on the first floor. The couplet that read "Golden boy and jade girl, happy marriage for a hundred years" was still pasted on the door frame, but the couplet had changed from red background with gold characters to white background with black characters. The flowers that originally filled the entire hall were all turned into paper wreaths. Two paper figures were sitting in the two armchairs on the high hall. Judging from their clothes, they should be Old Zheng and Sister Wang. On the small table in the hall, there were two spirit tablets decorated with white paper flowers: Zheng Baodi and Wang Kai.
They did come to a wedding, but it was a ghost marriage. The horror of this fact was beyond An Rao's imagination. That is to say, even if Zheng Baodi died, her parents would kick her out of the house and abandon her completely.
No wonder this girl has such a lot of resentment.
Aunt Li, with her cheerful and loud voice, was nowhere to be found. The villagers who had been shouting for help now lay dead on the table with their eyes wide open. The laughter and joy in the courtyards had now fallen into dead silence, with only the gloomy mountain wind whistling past.
The fourth rule of playing in the haunted house is that there are no babies and laughter in the haunted house. This rule corresponds to a real haunted house!
An Rao avoided the stiff corpses lying at his feet, trying to find the Zheng family members he knew. He soon saw Ajun, who had been dead for a long time, at the kitchen door. There was an axe stuck in his chest, his mouth wide open, staring at the void in front of him with disbelief.
Even though An Rao had witnessed countless deaths, he could not control himself and bent over to retch under the visual impact of the mountain of corpses in the yard.
Physiological tears instantly overflowed from his eyes. Amid the uncontrollable urge to vomit, An Rao pinched his legs to calm himself down. He was clearly injured and bleeding, but he did not die. Why?
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