Chapter 089 Marrying a Ghost-9
Afterwards, Jiang Yan called Meng Tang.
Meng Tang looked obedient as he stood by the bed, with his hands crossed behind his back and his head staring at Jiang Yan quietly.
Jiang Yan suddenly felt sorry for her and opened his lips, "Meng Tang, are you human?"
"Hmm?" Meng Tang let out a doubtful tone, his eyes rolled around, but he didn't say anything.
Jiang Yan always felt that Meng Tang was trying to get away with it, so he pursed his lips, thought for a moment, and said, "A Feng Shui master will come later to test our Feng Shui." After a pause, he added, "Don't be afraid, we test our Feng Shui every once in a while."
"Okay." Meng Tang said without any doubt.
Jiang Yan looked away and stopped talking.
jingle--
Someone is ringing the doorbell.
The Feng Shui master invited by An Xiu has arrived.
The three of them stood in the living room, watching the Feng Shui master in front of them fiddling with something mysteriously, talisman paper, candles, a bowl of ash and water...
Jiang Yan would turn around and ask An Xiu from time to time, "Is this person reliable? Why does it feel like we're filming a TV show?"
An Xiu made a gesture to reassure Jiang Yan, "It's reliable, it's reliable."
As time went by, Jiang Yan's house was already confused and dazzling by the Feng Shui master. If you didn't know, you would think that the master was inviting ghosts.
Jiang Yan was getting a little sleepy from waiting, and so was Meng Tang beside him.
During the Feng Shui master's ritual, Jiang Yan secretly observed Meng Tang, trying to find some flaws. However, Meng Tang behaved like an ignorant boy throughout the ritual and was not affected by it at all.
Jiang Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that they were overthinking and it was a misunderstanding.
However, not long after he breathed a sigh of relief, something else happened.
With the Feng Shui master at the center, several groups of fog suddenly surged in from all directions of the house. Rather than surged in, it seemed more like they were sucked in by the peach wood sword in the Feng Shui master's hand.
“Here it comes!”
As the Feng Shui master shouted, Jiang Yan’s sleepiness instantly disappeared and he became serious.
“Ahhh.”
A burst of ghost howling came from far away, coming from Jiang Yan's room.
I saw a little black man floating in the air, flying towards the Feng Shui master with a sob, black tears streaming down his face without any facial features.
"Mommy, help me, woooo." The little black man shouted instinctively.
"What is this thing? Is it such a small ghost?" An Xiu frowned as he looked at the black ghost trying to scratch the ceiling above his head. "No wonder Jiang Yan has been feeling unwell recently. I'm afraid it's this thing that's causing all this."
Jiang Yan didn't think so. He opened his mouth, wanting to stop the ritual, but An Xiu saw what he was thinking and stepped forward to hold him back, "You can't stop it, otherwise it will backfire."
"If we forcefully terminate this, I'm afraid that it will turn from collecting ghosts into attracting ghosts, and then no one in this room will survive."
An Xiu spoke so cautiously that Jiang Yan chose to believe him. After all, this Feng Shui master could really make ghosts appear.
"Then what will happen to these ghosts that are sucked away?" Jiang Yan asked hesitantly.
"Of course his soul was torn to pieces." An Xiu said casually.
"Ah?" Jiang Yan became nervous.
Suddenly, Jiang Yan heard another painful sound. He turned around and saw that Meng Tang was also emitting a continuous stream of black smoke. It was as if his entire body was on fire.
"Mengtang!"
Jiang Yan subconsciously wanted to touch Mengtang with his hand, but as soon as his fingertips touched it for a second, it felt like being scalded by hot water and immediately became red and swollen.
Mengtang was really on fire.
Jiang Yan was stunned.
"It's really a ghost." An Xiu said with a little excitement.
Jiang Yan's expression was the opposite. He turned his head suddenly and looked at An Xiu pleadingly, his voice trembling, "Can you ask him to stop?"
An Xiu was stunned. "Jiang Yan, don't be fooled by him. This is a ghost. A ghost that harms people."
Jiang Yan's emotions were complicated, and his eyes dimmed instantly. Meng Tang's suppressed voice rang clearly in his ears, and his heart began to beat without rhythm, very chaotic, extremely chaotic.
"No." Jiang Yan uttered the word with difficulty.
He still wanted to stop it.
He still couldn't bear to watch Mengtang reduced to ashes.
However, it was too late.
With a "pop", Meng Tang was instantly engulfed by a ball of dark flames.
He was engulfed in the flames, and Jiang Yan couldn't even catch a glimpse of his shadow.
Meng Tang was burned by the fire in front of Jiang Yan without saying a word. It seemed that he swallowed all the pain by himself so as not to worry others.
"Jiang Yan! What are you doing?!"
An Xiu suddenly let out a startled roar because Jiang Yan had actually rushed in and was engulfed in the fire.
"Mengtang."
In the blazing fire, Jiang Yan could not see Mengtang. When he looked from the outside, the fire was not very big, but when he entered, the hell of fire was as wide as the boundless sea.
Jiang Yan walked on the flames, aimlessly. Finally, he reached the end, the edge of the sea of fire.
There was only a skeleton left here, white and with obvious signs of burning on the bones, it looked particularly terrifying.
Jiang Yan's pupils suddenly dilated and he became a little dazed.
But this is not the end. Soon, a ball of black gas emerged from the skeleton, from sparse to dense, and finally merged into a huge ball.
Jiang Yan stared at it intently. The next second, the black ball began to transform into a human figure, which looked like an enlarged version of the black man.
Uh...could this be the child's father?
An idea suddenly popped into Jiang Yan's mind. He then shook his head and continued to stare at the illusory black mass with full concentration.
Suddenly, a pair of hands stretched out from the black fog and rushed straight towards Jiang Yan.
Jiang Yan was grabbed by the hands on his shoulders. He looked over in astonishment and opened his mouth: "Are you Meng Tang?"
As soon as the words fell, the black fog in front of him suddenly became clear, revealing a human face. This face was indeed somewhat similar to Meng Tang, but only somewhat. Because this face was more like a ghost face than a human face.
The facial features are extremely distorted and look extremely weird, comparable to the monsters in the script.
Jiang Yan subconsciously took a step back, but he forgot that the ghost's hand was still on his shoulder. Seeing him retreat, the ghost thought he was going to run away and became furious.
Jiang Yan felt the force on his shoulders increase, almost crushing his bones. He took a breath, but couldn't break free.
"Don't... run."
The ghost whispered in his ear.
Jiang Yan said with difficulty: "I'm not running away."
The ghost chuckled twice.
Jiang Yan suddenly felt fear when he looked at the hideous face so close to him.
"Are you afraid of me now?" said the ghost.
Jiang Yan asked: "Who are you?"
"Don't you know who I am?" The ghost sneered, "How dare you, that lousy Taoist priest, kill me? Haha."
Jiang Yan felt uneasy, "What happened to them?"
"If you have time to worry about others, you might as well worry about yourself."
After the ghost finished speaking, Jiang Yan fainted again.
…
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"Bow to heaven and earth!"
Hiss... my head hurts...
"Bow to your parents!"
Where is this...what is this sound...
"Husband and wife bow to each other!"
Jiang Yan woke up from his dizziness. He opened his eyes, but everything was still dark.
Something seemed to be covering his head. A box? No, that was not right. It was very light, as light as a piece of paper.
Before I had time to think further, the wind suddenly blew around me, and along with the wind came a burst of continuous bell sounds, crackling and a bit harsh.
Before he could recover from the discomfort, a strange force pressed on Jiang Yan, especially on the back of his neck, as if someone was pinching his neck and pressing him down.
"Husband and wife bow to each other!"
At this time, Jiang Yan finally heard these four words clearly.
What? Husband and wife worship each other?
Jiang Yan was surprised and was forced to bend down and lower his head. In an instant, his forehead brushed against another person's head. Although the touch was not strong, he could vaguely feel that there was another person nearby.
I am bowing to him at this moment.
"The ceremony is over, please invite the bride and groom to the bridal chamber!"
After the invisible emcee finished his last words, the sound of suona began to emanate, filling the entire space with a deafening roar.
Wait, what's happening now?
Jiang Yan suddenly woke up from his daze, and this time he felt unprecedented emotions.
Wasn't he burned by fire?
Where is this? Heaven?
But shouldn’t the process of heaven be to walk across the Naihe Bridge and drink Mengpo soup to be reborn? Why are they getting married at the same time?
At the same time, Jiang Yan also knew what was covering his head and blocking his vision. It was a wedding veil.
calm.
Jiang Yan took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He wanted to raise his hand to lift up the red gauze, but his hand seemed to be controlled and he couldn't move at all.
Therefore, Jiang Yan could only take a few deep breaths and then exhale suddenly, using the breath to lift a small corner of the red gauze in front of him, so that his vision became brighter for a few seconds.
At this moment, the groom was leading him to the bridal chamber.
Jiang Yan first looked down at his feet. He was wearing a bright red skirt and walking barefoot on the comfortable red carpet.
With the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the groom's face.
They were both dressed in bright red, but the other was wearing a shirt and trousers, which were bright and neat, like a gentleman in a palace.
Until Jiang Yan's gaze slowly moved upwards and soon saw the groom's face. In an instant, his gaze froze.
The facial features were perfect, but the muscle lines were very stiff and the complexion was as pale as a death.
The sound of the suona behind him was still very clear. Suddenly, two words flashed through his mind.
Ghost marriage!
Jiang Yan stopped suddenly.
The groom next to him noticed it, stopped a second later, and then turned his head to look at the beautiful bride next to him.
"What's wrong?"
The groom's voice was as hoarse as an old radio from centuries ago, and he mechanically recited the lines with his out-of-tune, rusty throat.
Jiang Yan didn't say anything, but silently pinched the flesh on his thigh.
It doesn't hurt.
It’s a dream!
Hahaha, he is dreaming!
Well, he was most likely really dead.
How come drinking Meng Po soup brings back memories?
Jiang Yan thought wistfully.
Suddenly, a voice rang in my ear. "Huh? Why are you pinching me?"
ah?
Jiang Yan's face went from worried to confused, then he turned his head stiffly, and then a zombie face suddenly enlarged in his pupils.
The groom came closer at some point, so close that only a thin veil separated them.
“——Ahhhh!!!”
Jiang Yan screamed madly at this face.
The groom frowned, "Why, are you not satisfied with my face?"
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