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Yan Shuang's Adam's apple rolled up and down with difficulty. The ghost could no longer hold back and started looking for him.
But in an instant, the 'groom' didn't seem to get the answer he wanted to hear. His voice rose a few notches, eager and frantic, with a hint of decay. "Are you willing? Speak!"
Yan Shuang's throat was unable to make any sound, so she just let the "groom" go crazy in her ear.
"Severe frost! Severe frost!"
Jing Ning's voice pierced through the layers of fog. Yan Shuang tried to focus his eyes, and through the blood beads on his eyelashes, he saw Jing Ning walking towards him.
"Don't sleep Yanshuang, we'll be able to go out soon! Hold on!" Jing Ning's voice was particularly clear amid the noisy drumbeats.
Jing Ning picked him up, sweat dripping down his forehead, his hair disheveled, and a hint of panic quickly appeared in his always indifferent eyes.
The groom's roar suddenly rose to a high pitch and turned into a shrill scream. The whole theater shook violently, the chandeliers swayed wildly, the crystal chandeliers collided with each other and made crisp cracking sounds, and the oil paintings on the wall fell down, raising a cloud of dust.
"The mirror is on the ceiling! Go up quickly!" Jing Ning shouted.
Without hesitation, he carried Yan Shuang on his back. He could feel Yan Shuang's breathing growing weaker and weaker, and her body sinking lower and lower. In a moment of desperation, he stripped off his shirt and, struggling to tie Yan Shuang and himself together amidst the violent turbulence, wrapped the fabric around their waists several times before finally tying a knot.
"Hold on to me!" Jing Ning shouted, not caring whether Yan Shuang could hear him or not.
The ceiling was more than a hundred meters above the ground, and there was no way to get up there. They could only climb up with the help of the stone wall next to them.
The shaking of the theater became more and more intense, and spider-web-like cracks began to appear on the floor, as if it would collapse completely in the next second.
"Let's go!" Lin Haichen pulled Tian Yiyi up from the ground with one hand, and carried Xu Yaoyu on his back with the other hand.
"Boom——" The collapse happened in just a moment.
"Hurry up and leave!" Old man Li's struggling voice rang out under the collapsed stone pillar.
Because of his difficulty walking, he had been sitting in his seat to rest. The vibration just now caused the stone pillar next to him to collapse. A broken marble pillar pressed down his right leg, and blood had soaked through his khaki pants that were washed white.
Lin Haichen stood firm in the swaying, "Mr. Li..."
"Go! Don't worry about me! Come on, Xiaolin... take them out!" Old man Li shouted with all his might.
The next second, the rocks collapsed, and he, who was still bleeding, was buried in the pile of rocks with only a thin layer of skin left.
The ground stopped shaking and the ghost groom completed the kill.
Lin Haichen gritted his teeth and climbed up with the two girls.
The mirror was hidden behind the light. It was an old bronze mirror. As Jing Ning's fingers just touched the mirror, a biting chill ran up along her fingers, and the scene in front of her changed drastically.
The entire theater seemed to be crushed by an invisible giant hand, twisting and collapsing before their eyes.
Behind the mirror stood brides who had died tragically. Fifty or sixty women in bright red wedding gowns stood silently. Their wedding gowns glowed with a strange dark red luster in the darkness, as if they had been soaked in blood and then dried.
The bride in the front row was only an arm's length away from Jing Ning. He could clearly see the delicate makeup on her pale face, the rouge on her lips glaring red. The bride's neck was tilted at an abnormal angle, obviously broken.
“Help...help me...”
A whisper, barely audible, suddenly rang in Jingning's ears. He whipped his head around to see a young bride, no more than twelve or thirteen years old. The phoenix crown on her head was too heavy for her slight frame, forcing her to bow slightly. When the girl raised her face, Jingning saw a trace of black blood at the corner of her mouth.
The black door was just behind the brides. Yan Shuang's condition was getting worse and worse. He felt a warm current flowing out from his neck, sliding down his shoulders to his chest.
Jing Ning couldn't wait any longer and didn't dare stay here any longer. He had to get Yan Shuang out the door while he still had a breath.
Without hesitation, he took off the phoenix crown on the little bride's head, kicked it aside, ran towards the door, opened the black door directly, and jumped in.
The little girl behind him said happily: "Thank you, big brother!"
There was light before my eyes, and all the horror and blood disappeared, until that familiar feeling of dizziness came over me again.
Yan Shuang opened his eyes. He didn’t know how long he had slept. When he woke up, the computer screen in front of him emitted a faint light.
He remembered that the drumbeats nearly gave him a concussion, and he had many dreams, including about his parents. While he was half asleep, the ghost bridegroom came looking for him, and when he finally lost consciousness, Jing Ning carried him on his back.
Because he'd been injured in the game, it took Yan Shuang a while to realize he'd left the game and was now at his workstation. He looked down at his hands—no blood, no scars, but his fingertips were still trembling uncontrollably.
Yan Shuang felt completely exhausted and slumped in her chair. Her heart suddenly felt empty, as if she had lost something very important.
When I looked at the game screen again, I found that the game was very heartwarming.
The picture is without darkness or red light. The warm yellow sun shines down on the fields, and five girls sit carefree on the top of a mountain, basking in the sun.
At the foot of the mountain was a wedding procession. Although it was a scene from the old times, it was less terrifying.
Yan Shuang recognized the bride; she was the woman at the reception desk in the game. She was being helped into the bridal sedan chair. Her face was barely visible beneath the red veil, but the smile on her face was undeniable.
The ghosts of those who were thought to be buried still wander among us.
The Crying Bride has been cleared. The game is loading and will be available in fifteen days. Please stay tuned...
Yan Shuang felt drowsy. He took out his cell phone, found Jing Ning's number and dialed it.
"You're awake. How do you feel?" As soon as the call was connected, Jing Ning's voice came through the receiver.
"It's okay now." Yan Shuang hesitated and continued, "Thank you..."
The sound of shuffling papers came from the other end of the phone. He said "hmm" calmly, and the rustling sound of the pen tip scratching across the paper was clearly audible. "Have a good rest when you get out."
Yan Shuang left her workstation and walked to the corridor window. She stared at the yellow glow of the streetlights, her voice trembling unconsciously. "Finally... are they all out?"
There was a slight noise coming from the receiver, but Jing Ning didn't answer immediately. In the long silence, only the unstable signal could be heard. Yan Shuang clenched the phone tightly. He thought Jing Ning was not available at the moment and was about to speak.
"Mr. Li is gone..." Jing Ning's voice was like a blunt knife that cut through the solidified air.
Moths flew towards the streetlight outside the window one after another. Yan Shuang vaguely saw the old man's kind face, and hot tears fell on the back of his hand. He was shocked to realize that he had already burst into tears. The door in his heart was completely opened -
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