Under the moonlight, Lan Ying gently shook the rattle, and the field was instantly filled with the crisp sound of clanging, mixed with a very strange nursery rhyme.
Suddenly, the two of them came to a lake as smooth as a mirror.
There was a breeze on the lake, but there were no ripples on the water. Only a small curved boat was floating on the water.
Lan Ying rowed the oars and brought Zhou Chuan, who had his eyes closed and was sleeping peacefully, to the deepest part of the lake.
Under the shade of the lotus leaves, the moonlight could not penetrate at all, but Lan Ying could still see Zhou Chuan's profile clearly. She was lost in thought for a long time before she came to her senses: "He's really handsome. I'm a little reluctant to take action."
She said this softly, and after hesitating for a long time, she stood up, took a few short steps to Zhou Chuan, and leaned over to look at him.
At a distance of just a finger, she could even clearly see the fuzz around Zhou Chuan's mouth, but she couldn't bear to take action.
After going back and forth like this for a long time, she finally made up her mind and transformed herself into a dagger and stabbed at him.
But at this moment, Zhou Chuan suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her straight.
No matter how talented Lan Ying was, she was still just a teenage girl after all. After being frightened, she took several steps back and fell into the icy lake.
It took him a few seconds to realize that this illusion was created by himself.
So she concentrated and calmed her mind, and the next moment cool air rushed into her nostrils.
She subconsciously opened her eyes, only to find that the boating in the lake had vanished into thin air, and in its place was a long street that stretched as far as the eye could see. Every household here hung red lanterns with human heads that looked terrifying when one looked closely.
Lan Ying swallowed in amazement. Before she could come to her senses, she was hit by an unstoppable force. After the intense feeling of weightlessness, her eyes were already scarlet. She only vaguely felt that a thick, wet red cloth was covering her head.
She subconsciously tried to pull at the veil, but no matter how hard she pulled, it didn't move at all.
At this moment, she felt a slight sense of suspension and bumping, and heard a low, knocking sound, as if someone was singing in her ear: "The bright moon shines, the cold wind blows through the red alley, it is the ghost king Nami Niang..."
At this moment, Lan Ying felt that the blood in his body turned cold and his whole body was shaking.
At this time, she had forgotten her identity and name, and only vaguely remembered that she was going to marry an extremely terrifying guy.
In this state of fear, an unknown amount of time passed before the sedan fell heavily to the ground and the curtain was opened. Before Lan Ying could react, two pairs of bony hands grabbed her arms and led her straight over the high threshold.
After an instinctive struggle, the red veil suddenly fell off, and under the reflection of the dim blood light, a hall full of ghostly shadows came into view.
The guests in the hall took their seats, but strangely there was no sound.
She looked towards the center of the hall and saw two yellowed skeletons covered with spider webs and wearing festive clothes sitting on two chairs across the table. There was also a tall and familiar figure standing beside them with his hands behind his back.
"Zhou Chuan!" Lan Ying shouted subconsciously as if she saw a savior.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Chuan said, "Now is the auspicious time in the underworld. It's time to get married, my lady."
The next moment, two vicious maids held her shoulders from both sides and pushed her to get married.
When it came to the step of "husband and wife bowing to each other", Lan Ying tried to raise her head, but she could see clearly the figure bowing to her.
That was not Zhou Chuan at all, but a paper groom with rosy cheeks, a weird smile, and wearing ancient red wedding clothes.
"Why do you look at your husband like that, my lady?"
The strange sound came again. Before Lan Ying could scream, with the sound of "send to the bridal chamber", the familiar feeling of weightlessness came again.
She only felt that her hands were tied tightly behind her back by something like a ribbon, and she couldn't break free no matter what.
"You must be scared."
Zhou Chuan's voice came again. Lan Ying turned around and found Zhou Chuan sitting next to her. She smiled gently and subconsciously relaxed.
"Turn around, lady, I'll help you untie it."
Hearing this, Lan Ying seemed to be under some kind of spell. She turned her back and allowed the other party to untie the blood-red silk that bound her hands.
After a while, the ribbon was removed, and the other party was heard saying, "My lady, it's time for us to have our wedding night."
"Clam?"
Lan Ying turned around subconsciously and saw that the figure had turned into a paper man again, with a pair of strange eyes staring straight at her.
"ah!"
Lan Ying shouted subconsciously, and as soon as she opened her mouth, all the fear that had accumulated before was also released.
She didn't stop until she had no more strength to scream, and memories came flooding back.
At this time, she looked around again, but saw that the clouds were still floating and the moonlight was as bright as the tide as before. Everything that had just happened seemed like a nightmare.
After waking up from the dream, everything is over.
"Zhou Chuan?"
Lan Ying suddenly found Zhou Chuan sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed not far away. Even though he had brought her so many shadows in her dreams, she still felt relaxed when he calmed down like this.
So, Lan Ying walked slowly towards Zhou Chuan and stopped at a place not too far away.
Suddenly a cold night wind blew, and she could not help but close her eyes. When she opened them again, she saw the terrifying face of the paper groom close to her.
She could even smell the rusty smell of the broken halberd, and the devilish voice pierced her ears again: "My wife, it's time for us to have our wedding night."
"ah!"
After this shout, the heaven and earth collapsed, as if some foggy barrier covering the sky and earth suddenly shattered. Although the clouds, the moon and the starry sky were still there, everything seemed to come alive and was full of vitality.
"You're not scared, are you? I've already held back..."
At this moment, a familiar voice sounded from the side. Lan Ying's hair stood on end and she turned her head subconsciously, and saw that familiar face looking at her inquiringly.
"Don't come over here..."
This time she didn't have the energy to shout and just fainted.
Without the operator's call, the medical staff came over carrying the stretcher this time. When passing by Zhou Chuan, they turned around and looked at him, with a look in their eyes that clearly said, "Why did you knock someone out again?"
Zhou Chuan spread his hands innocently, indicating that he had stopped and that he had handled the situation very well.
The doctors didn't bother to say anything and just carried Lan to the ambulance.
"The game is over, congratulations, classmate Zhou Chuan."
Zhao Peng also walked over with complicated eyes at this time. Zhou Chuan looked around, but saw that the battles of the other groups had not ended yet.
But compared to his underworld operations in the underground palace, other people's attacks were much more fierce and direct, with every punch hitting the flesh and every sword attack following the cloud.
"Are we playing a game?"
Zhou Chuan couldn't help but think.