"What do you mean?!" Uncle Ji, who had been silent all this time, became serious, as if he was about to face some terrible beast.
The others also looked around, their eyes alert and frightened. The players were also constantly measuring, but there was nothing unusual in the house, not even the candlelight flickered.
"You don't have to play tricks on me." Uncle Ji said solemnly, "I misunderstood you at the time and that's why I let Tangning get married. Now everything is over."
Ji Lianyun looked at Uncle Ji quietly.
He looked haggard, but his eyes were calm, so calm that it was hard to tell whether he was bluffing or confident.
Han Ankang and Lin Yun, who were standing behind Ji Lianyun, were sweating in their hearts, ready to rush out to rescue Tang Ning at any time.
Although Tang Ning is marrying a tomb dweller who is most likely a ghost groom, and the ghost groom will most likely gain the upper hand, this ghost marriage will result in death!
If it were any other player, they wouldn't make such a big fuss and work together to rescue him. Tang Ning, who had a special identity, couldn't die, at least not now.
The biggest problem now is whether they can rescue Tang Ning with the least casualties possible.
The atmosphere was tense for a while.
Ji Lianyun stood there motionless, looking at Uncle Ji, as if waiting for something.
"Do it!" Uncle Ji suddenly said to Ji Qian, who was hesitating and ruthless: "Stop dawdling!"
The wine glass fell to the ground, and the blood-red wine spilled out. The villagers who were holding Tang Ning down worked together to push the struggling Tang Ning onto the coffin.
Someone held down Tang Ning's shoulders, someone held down Tang Ning's legs, and someone else raised a hammer and a mahogany nail, pointing the sharp end at Tang Ning. Tang Ning's pupils shrank continuously, and he suddenly realized the purpose of the mahogany nail -
Pierce his flesh, break his bones, and nail him to this cold coffin!
The peach wood nail continued to grow larger in front of Tang Ning's eyes, reflecting a cold light. It was a chilling feeling that disregarded human life. It was so cold and sharp that it seemed to be able to directly pierce through the heart and the soul!
"Let him go." Ji Lianyun's weak voice sounded again.
The peach wood nail was stuck on Tang Ning's clothes. Tang Ning's chest kept rising and falling violently, cold sweat dripped from his forehead. He leaned against the coffin board in a daze. Like everyone else, he looked at Ji Lianyun.
Ji Lianyun smiled mockingly. He looked very tired, and his eyes became even colder.
Does anyone know what Ji Lianyun is laughing at at this time
Looking at the villagers who were still holding Tang Ning down, Ji Lianyun opened his pale lips and let out a very light sigh, so light that it was almost impossible to hear what he was saying: "I'm tired. Let's end our agreement here."
The candle flame suddenly flickered rapidly.
Uncle Ji was stunned for a moment, as if he realized something. He looked at Ji Lianyun in disbelief.
As Ji Lianyun said this, the shadow in the corner of the house became thicker and thicker, swaying out like black water. In the eyes of everyone, the black edge spread more and more until black hair flowed out.
That long hair is the hair of countless women.
"Ah, ah—" The villager from Jijia Village who was holding the peach wood nail suddenly screamed, and long black hair grew on every inch of his exposed skin. In just a moment, his whole body shriveled up, and his sunken eye sockets were filled with eyeballs filled with fear. At that moment, black hair grew out of his eyeballs.
"What the hell is this?!" Everyone present changed color, especially the people from Jijia Village.
Someone picked up the Luoyang shovel beside him and chopped directly at the black hair on the corpse. The black hair that was originally quietly spread on the corpse suddenly flew up, and every strand of hair seemed to be full of resentment, and rushed towards the villager with almost fangs and claws!
The villagers who tried to avoid him were wrapped in flowing black hair. The dense hair passed through his constantly twitching body. The Luoyang shovel slipped from his hand. The shrill cry only had time to sound the beginning. In a moment, the hair passed through his vocal cords and his struggling body collapsed.
"Use fire!"
Uncle Ji made a prompt decision and threw the burning wedding candle towards the wave of squirming black hair. The black hair that wrapped the corpse quickly retreated when it touched the flame, but more hair spread and grew wantonly where there was fire. Compared with the initial glossiness, they were now extremely black, so black that it was creepy. The villagers who had no time to avoid it were pierced by the hair, and let out a series of ups and downs of screams.
The hands struggled on the ground to escape, but in a second, they were pierced by the black hair. Before they were completely covered by the hair, Tang Ning saw faces dominated by pain and fear. Tears of regret flowed from their eyes, but were brushed away by the endless black hair.
"Run!" Uncle Ji took the lead and wanted to rush out, but he suddenly stopped after seeing something.
A "person" was standing in the corridor covered with red silk, with red rouge on his face, eyebrows and eyes as pure black as ink. The painted eyeballs were staring straight at Uncle Ji, and the lips outlined with red paint were frozen in the arc of a smile.
A cold wind blew in from outside, and the paper bride pounced on Uncle Ji, who was the first to be hit. The pieces of paper on her body peeled off and stuck to Uncle Ji's face. The paper completely covered her terrified face and grew together with her flesh. Uncle Ji desperately reached out to tear off the paper on his face, leaving a bloody mark!
The blood flowed more and more, but the strength of the struggle became weaker and weaker. In the end, Uncle Ji's body was motionless, and his blood-stained hands fell to the dusty ground.
The paper bride with holes on her body raised her head, and her dark eyes looked at the villagers of Jijia Village who were slowly retreating.
Black hair shot out and pierced the trapped villager from behind. The miserable voice and the trembling sound of shuttle rang out together, and the hair in the whole room trembled as if in a carnival.
The paper bride also opened her arms as if she couldn't wait any longer, and pieces of paper peeled off from her body, like a person's flesh and skin rotting, leaving only distinct bones. The fluttering papers covered the faces of every villager in Jijia Village like flakes of heavy snow.
The horrifying screams disappeared at this moment. The paper blocked out all cries for help. The person lying on the ground was pierced by the hair and only blood flowed from his body. It was like hell on earth!
Lin Yun and Han Ankang looked at Ji Lianyun in doubt. It was extremely difficult to escape from this house now. There was no way they could get out!
Ji Lianyun walked towards Tang Ning, who was slumped on the coffin. The players followed him quickly, following him with fear at every step.
Ji Lianyun walked up to Tang Ning, stretched out his hand to her, and used his shaky body to pull up Tang Ning, who was also unable to stand steadily.
This simple action seemed to make Ji Lianyun's illness worse. He just covered his mouth and coughed a few times, and blood flowed out from between his fingers.
Tang Ning, still in shock, looked at Ji Lianyun nervously, but Ji Lianyun was looking at Tang Ning's injuries with concern, from the reddened corners of her lips, swollen cheeks to her wrists and ankles covered with marks. Even the look he gave her was gentle, as if he was afraid that his gaze would hurt Tang Ning's wounds.
Although they were clearly talking, Tangning understood what was in Ji Lianyun's eyes.
He held Ji Lianyun's hand tightly.
The urgent thing now is to leave this place. Ji Lianyun doesn't want to waste time. "Let's go."
Ji Lianyun's voice was very weak, but no one dared to ignore his words.
He led Tang Ning out the door, with Lin Yun and Han Ankang following closely behind them.
The whole house was covered with long hair, hanging from the beams, coming out from the cracks in the door, growing from the bottom of the coffin... from every visible and invisible place, covering the entire house like a spider web.
Ji Lianyun covered his mouth with one hand while coughing, while holding Tang Ning's other hand. His hand was warm, with a warmth that could not be retained.
Blood flowed out from between his fingers, and strands of dormant hair fell quietly to the ground. A black figure stepped forward and tripped Ji Lianyun's steps.
The outer skin of the paper bride was almost completely peeled off, leaving only empty bamboo strips, staring straight at Ji Lianyun, also as if afraid of something and dared not come forward.
Every time Ji Lianyun took a step forward with everyone, he coughed violently, and blood gushed out of his mouth. Tang Ning nervously supported Ji Lianyun.
The slender and strong hand held his hand gently but firmly.
"Don't be afraid." Ji Lianyun's voice was slightly hoarse.
The rustling noises coming from behind made Tang Ning's hair tingle. Perhaps it was Ji Lianyun's comfort that worked, he didn't seem to be as scared of this scene as he thought.
Many figures seemed to appear hazily in front of his eyes. They were wearing red wedding dresses. Even though they were shed with tears of blood, even though their eyes were resentful and cold, even though their bodies were covered with scars, they still gave people a glimpse of the shadows of the old times.
The sufferings he had just experienced were far less than theirs.
Tang Ning felt as if a mass of depression was pressing down on his chest.
Ji Lianyun pulled him over the threshold and past the eaves covered with red satin. A cold wind blew past, making the red satin look like it was burning with flames.
Such a dazzling red, as red as the rosy nail polish on a woman's fingers, as red as the tears and blood flowing from the eyes, as red as a wedding candle, as red as the cinnabar on the tip of a pen writing the ending.
Tangning couldn't help but turn her head. Through the fluttering red silk ribbons, the floating white paper, and the long black hair, Tangning seemed to really see a little girl in a red wedding dress.
He had indeed seen it. In that dream, he saw the crying girl.
The villagers who were accompanying the bride were suppressed and kept crying and struggling.
He had seen that sad and miserable soul.
He had experienced such helplessness and despair firsthand.
He didn't want to experience such a painful memory a second time.
Through the fluttering red ribbon, Tang Ning seemed to see the crying little girl smile like a little bird that could never go back to the past. Tang Ning stretched out her hand and waved to the little girl who was still in the old times.
The red ribbon is still fluttering.
Tangning slowly turned around and followed Ji Lianyun forward. Walking on the bumpy and muddy road, the road ahead was bright. He tried hard to let out the long sigh of depression in his heart.
Little girl, you must get into the bridal sedan happily once and marry the person you truly love.