It was not the first time that the Red Coat girl's family had invited a live-in son-in-law, but Wen Shi was the first person to walk out of the mountains alive. Before him, many people did not even have the opportunity to enter the mountains. They were burned to ashes at the wedding banquet, and the black ashes were collected and put into the bowls on the empty tables in the front row, mixed with the incense ashes, and as the incense burned in the second courtyard, the rice in the bowls was reduced little by little.
Originally, in their eyes, Wen Shi should have had this ending.
But he came back and stood outside the house, looking weird and unique.
Cats are a taboo in Fengguan Village. The villagers who have been producing funeral products for generations dislike cats as they are unlucky. The best man looked at the groom with cat features standing at the door and for a moment he didn't know which one of him and himself looked less human.
Ah Sang held Wen Shi's slightly cold hand and praised him, "Dad, it smells good!"
This seems to be the only compliment he knows.
Under the moonlight, the mysterious mandarin duck eyes looked at the best man with a smile: "Are you deliberately delaying my entry into the bridal chamber?"
Bin Xiangru suddenly woke up from his dream, and under the heart-piercing accusations, he turned around and led the way.
Walking into the rain corridor again, Wen Shi's mood was very different from before. A faint voice floated to the ears of the best man: "Actually, I don't mind playing the maze game again. I know the way."
He uttered the word "know the way" in a low voice, and this time it was the best man who felt horrified.
Seeing the best man go out, the players in the hall curiously followed and stood at the door to watch. In the corridor in the distance, a big red figure was walking with the best man. It was obvious who had returned.
Yan Yan's face turned pale, but he quickly calmed down.
It’s better to be alive. Although Pei Wenwei will definitely try to take revenge, as long as his tit-for-tat character is there, he will never have to worry about camera opportunities.
The wedding room was located in the main house of the second courtyard. There were several thick red candles burning inside, and oil lamps were lit inside. Ah Sang waited at the door first. Soon after Wen Shi entered the house, the coffin was carried in. It was exactly twelve o'clock.
The best man shouted reluctantly: "The ceremony is over—"
The system's cold notification tone and his shrill voice came at almost the same time:
"The side quest Ghost Marriage has been completed."
"The mission reward has been sent to the player's backpack, please check it carefully."
The best man left the room, and Ah Sang stood behind the threshold holding a bowl and carefully poked half of his head in: "Dad."
Wen Shi waved his hand, indicating that it was okay to come in.
The mission had been completed, so there was no need to worry anymore. Ah Sang was even more unrestrained, he jumped directly onto the coffin and sat down, his eyes fixed on the wound on Wen Shi's shoulder.
The skin was torn and the places that were exposed to the rain were infected, and the skin around them was an unhealthy red.
"If you feel particularly uncomfortable, tell me." A Sang said very seriously.
"… "
Can he transform into a zombie in time? Wen Shi couldn't digest this filial piety for the time being. Just as he took out the calendar of the task reward, he glanced at Ah Sang's chest and his eyes suddenly fixed.
"This is..." There was an eye in the wishing bottle, it was lifelike and looked just like the real thing. Wen Shi inexplicably felt that it looked familiar.
Ah Sang described Jian Qingrong's appearance: "He cut it off."
Wen Shi suddenly raised his eyes. Ah Sang, who was sitting on the coffin lid, had a serious face. It was impossible for him to lie. So was Jian Qingrong crazy? He immediately broke out in a cold sweat. After calming down, he thought: Jian Qingrong has been committed to studying various ways of death and becoming a ghost, and it seems that he has never been too normal.
Staring at the eyes in the wishing bottle, Wen Shi tapped the bottle twice with his fingers and said with dissatisfaction, "I saved your life. Every part of your body is closely related to me. Who allowed you to destroy other people's private property?"
The tone was as serious as the dean's, and even Ah Sang subconsciously tensed up.
Human emotions appeared in the eyes that should have been terrifying. Wen Shi saw a hint of guilt and concluded: alive.
This big eyeball is alive!
There are too many weird things in the game, and Wen Shi has even seen a lot of ghosts, but he still has a hint of surprise about this living eyeball. Jian Qingrong is obviously a human being, so why is his body structure even more outrageous than that of an alienated monster
All the questions in his heart could not be answered, and Ah Sang happened to divert Wen Shi's attention by speaking: "Dad, what are we going to do next?"
The child said with guilt: "After I came here, I didn't help at all."
He just ate a meal and did nothing else.
Look how humble this kid is.
Wen Shi's Adam's apple rolled, and he said in a slightly dry voice, "You've done a lot. It will probably be troublesome next time, but these are things that adults need to worry about."
A Sang humbly asked for advice.
Wen Shi tried to explain in simple terms: "My guest group is gone, and the program team will have to send another one sooner or later. I used to be able to choose one on the blind date show, but I won't be able to do that in the future. The new one will definitely be more difficult."
Ah Sang asked: "Does Dad want to form a team?"
Wen Shi thought about it, nodded and said, "If we team up a few more times, we should be able to get some unexpected gains."
For example, increasing combat performance or something.
According to the rules he had figured out, the more outrageous things happened in the game, the easier it was to gain achievements. Although the current achievement auras were speechless, it was better than nothing.
The sound of rain outside the window gradually died down. A Sang stopped talking, and no one knew what he was thinking about.
Wen Shi was still wearing a wedding gown that gave off an ominous aura, with his soft cat tail curled up as he leaned against the head of the bed, quietly studying the calendar.
July 10th is a good day for breaking ground, traveling, burying things, offering sacrifices, and getting married.
There is no mention of any taboos.
Wen Shi analyzed that this almanac should be compiled from the perspective of ghosts, and it is all in red small characters. Looking back at the game session during the day, the hide-and-seek game is based on the story of Li Xiaoluo, and the side quest is burial. The red-coated woman can't wait to use the boy to make a living stake, which is consistent with the theory of breaking ground; the marriage is verified in the ghost marriage.
"It's equivalent to a range of questions." The program team sets the daily game segments according to what's appropriate on that day.
He turned another page.
On July 14th, it is a good time to open the market, take in livestock, and build a large livestock population.
While Wen Shi was concentrating on studying the almanac, A Sang's dark eyes flickered a few times, and he slipped out of the room with movements softer than a cat.
He translated Wen Shi’s words: You have to choose your own guests, they have to be weaker ones, and one is not enough.
The child was too fast. In the village under the blood moon, many dirty guys hiding in the dark disappeared before they could make a move.
When the child arrived at a house with weaker yin energy, he slowed down and knocked on one of the doors.
From the crack in the door it was determined that it was a child. A man in his teens with a deformed head opened the door with a greedy expression. He had been hungry for too long, and the child must have tasted delicious.
"No one in the mansion is very welcoming to me." The child hugged the bowl tightly: "It's so cold outside, can you give me some hot water to drink?"
The Red Coat girl's family had married a son-in-law with a child, and everyone in Fengguan Village knew about it. The deformed man walked into the kitchen to sharpen the knife and asked knowingly, "Where is your father?"
"In the bridal chamber."
The deformed man paused while sharpening his knife: "Are you back?"
The child nodded.
Before the deformed man could think carefully, the child said in an innocent tone: "Dad said that family is very bad, but he passed the test and is a sure son-in-law. All the family property will be his in the future."
When he heard about the property, the deformed man had other evil thoughts. The red-coat woman's family was a super wealthy family in the village.
"Dad is worried that he can't keep so much wealth by himself, so he wants to find a good person who is willing to accept me and share the family business." In order to make his words clear, Ah Sang deliberately spoke very slowly. He looked towards the kitchen: "I think you are a good person, uncle."
The deformed man put down the kitchen knife that he hadn't washed for many years, and came out with a smile on his face, as if he had become a different person: "Little kid has good taste, uncle I am the most caring."
Ah Sang smiled lightly: "But Dad was fooled once, and he said that he would have to see countless people this time. Tomorrow, uncle is willing to compete with others for the job?"
"… "
Who taught this kid idioms? If he wasn't young, the man would think he was being played.
The eyes in the wishing bottle widened, wishing they could jump out and give the little bastard a beating.
"That's right, that's right..." Ah Sang was so excited that his words became unclear again. He found his focus only when he touched the bowl. "The show, choose one from many people and introduce someone who is not as good as you. I will go find someone. Tomorrow, uncle will take the seat."
The abnormal man sorted out his logic and understood what the child meant: "Crazy Love Season" is still being recorded. Without the red-coat girl, there will be one less guest to match with. He will take the initiative to compete tomorrow. Before that, he will instigate some villagers who are far inferior to him to sign up. With the help of his peers, he will definitely be able to qualify among a bunch of people with no talent.
It’s a good idea, the deformed man touched the child’s head.
A Sang looked up at him.
This guy’s head is so big, it must be very easy to hit. A Sang resisted the urge to split the guy’s head with a broken bowl.
The deformed man led the child out and pointed out several families with little power to him. "Don't tell them it was me who said it. Tell them that your father wants to marry someone else with his huge fortune. Those people will definitely be willing to go and find a wife."
Ah Sang remembered the direction and thanked him politely: "Good uncle, I'll go there then."
The deformed man automatically took on the role of his stepfather and waved his hand behind him lovingly: "It's getting dark, the road is slippery, don't go to the wrong house."
Marriage room.
Wen Shi put down the almanac. On the fifteenth day of July, it was marked that everything was going well and everything would be auspicious. These eight words made him no longer have any hope. Now he had to be prepared to deal with the opening of the gates of hell.
Just as he was thinking about how to deal with the situation, Wen Shi glanced sideways and saw that the coffin was empty, and he was stunned.
Where is my son
How come my innocent and well-behaved child is gone? !
"A Sang?" Wen Shi opened the closet and searched every place where someone could hide, even opening the coffin lid.
The incense ash made people dizzy. Wen Shi poked a few times with the green wood sword and felt something underneath. He fished it out and found it was a wood carving. The face of the woman in the red coat was carved very delicately, and the wood carving was wearing a black shroud.
People in Fengguan Village who wear red clothes will be asked to live longer. The red and black on this happy day clearly show that the red coat girl's father is still not giving up and wants to borrow some life from his daughter in this way.
Wen Shi brushed the dust off his hands and threw the wood carving back with a look of disgust, saying that finding the child was more important.
With A Sang's abilities, it is impossible for him to be taken away silently. The most likely scenario is that he ran away on his own.
Wen Shi was worried when a little kid crawled in from the window. The kid didn't come in, but the bowl came in first: "Dad."
Wen Shi stood up and carried him in: "Where did you run to?"
"I wandered around outside for a while." Ah Sang had said too much today and was a little tired. "Let's go to sleep."
The eyes in the bottle only wish they had a mouth.
Wen Shi took off his outer wedding robe. He had no way to treat the wound on his shoulder. He drank the potion to restore his health. The rest depended on his self-healing ability.
If the wound cannot heal, your health will drop every few hours, and you will have to buy potions to replenish it. It has to be said that the game is the most shrewd businessman.
Before going to bed, Wen put on a white coat and lay on the bed with A Sang and the eyeballs of the wishing bottle.
Before he closed his eyes, Wen Shi tilted his head and said, "Dad wants to tell you something from the bottom of his heart. It's almost the 15th day of July, so we two should be quiet for a while and not get too involved in anything."
Asang bit the corner of the quilt, and the scene of the wedding appeared in his mind.
He counted on his fingers: "One, two..."
Including humans and ghosts, Dad must have killed more than fourteen people today.
I eat during the day and my father has a meal in the afternoon. If you calculate it carefully, it will be my turn tomorrow morning, but I haven't digested my food yet, so I have to think of a way.
His chest was cold, almost freezing his bones to dust. Ah Sang patted the bottle in dissatisfaction, and the coldness spread more rapidly. He tried many methods, and finally put the source of the coldness next to the pillow. His big eyes could just see Wen Shi's sleeping face, and then he calmed down.
The room was filled with silence.
The night passed peacefully.
After the heavy rain, the sky did not clear up the next day and it was still cloudy.
The wedding ended too late, and the program crew and paired guests all stayed in the old house last night. Before eight o'clock, the staff began to notify the guests to get up quickly and prepare for the new day's recording.
The host looked much more haggard, and no amount of powder could hide the dark circles under his eyes.
Even more active than the program team were the few families that A Sang had persuaded, who were waiting at the doorstep of their house early in the morning. When they were noticed by the camera crew, they immediately surrounded the cameraman and expressed their desire to sign up to be paired with the guests.
The host glared at him and said, "How can this be possible? The paired guests must be carefully selected."
Of course, to put it bluntly, this careful selection means choosing those who have given sponsorship fees to the program team.
The staff member said sadly, "Did you forget? The sponsored guests were at the wedding yesterday. Bad news spreads fast. There is definitely no one in their circle who is willing to sponsor our show."
Hearing this, the host put his hands behind his back and paced back and forth with a gloomy face. For two days, he had been feeling suffocated. His original plan was to find another powerful guest to team up with that damn Aaron to kill him. But he ignored the wedding and might not be able to recruit anyone for the time being.
Only the stupid, poor, weird and unruly people in Fengguan Village would be so eager to sign up.
Suddenly, the host slowed down and smiled strangely: "Okay, let them participate."
The staff faithfully performed their duties and went out to notify the villagers who came.
At breakfast, Wen Shi, who was so respectful yesterday, came and gave the red coat girl's father a look. The latter swallowed her anger and moved her butt to another seat, and Wen Shi took over the main seat.
"Everyone, eat and drink well."
He was like a real host, entertaining everyone for dinner.
One player whispered, "We are both recording the same show, why are our fates so different?"
Ji Yuanzhi said calmly: "Because when you were still doing the dating show, he was already married."
"… "
After breakfast, the host took the players and paired guests out.
There were at least seven or eight villagers standing at the door. When they saw Wen Shi coming out, they stood in a row and grinned in unison.
Wen Shi looked confused.
A Sang was very satisfied and thought it was great. All the families he had visited came.
The deformed man in the center spoke first: "We are here for Mr. Aaron."
Wen Shi tentatively guessed: "Are you here to apply for a matching guest?"
Everyone nodded.
From the first day when no one was interested in him on stage to now when others actively approached him, Wen Shi was stunned and said, "Could it be true that the saying... "
The player Zhou Lulu subconsciously replied: "Is there a lot of trouble around a widow?"
Wen Shi looked at her deeply and said what he had not finished saying before being interrupted: "If you bloom, the breeze will come naturally."
Zhou Lulu smiled awkwardly.
The camera did not miss this scene. The host introduced to the camera: "In order to give the special guests more choices and comfort Mr. Aaron's grief over the loss of his wife, the program team specially found eight matching guests for him. I believe that before the sun sets, Mr. Aaron will be able to find his ideal partner again."
A Sang felt a little aggrieved, since it was clearly him who brought this.
Wen Shi glanced at the misshapen creatures at the door. Some had a wide head at the top and a narrow bottom, some were missing arms and legs, and some had fangs that almost reached their chins... It was a real freak show.
“It’s not easy for the program crew.” They were able to gather all these varieties.
Ah Sang pinched Wen Shi's palm and finally couldn't help but said, "I went door to door to collect them last night."
"… "
Wen Shi was silent for a full ten seconds, and roughly understood A Sang's good intentions. At least he had the chance to choose.
The one with a slightly normal appearance here is the man with a deformed head.
Seeing Wen Shi looking at him, the deformed man enlarged the smile on his face, not noticing the wishing bottle hanging on the child's chest, in which there was an eye looking at him indifferently.
Host: "I believe today will be a wonderful day!"
If the quality is not good, then we have to win by quantity. He didn't believe that eight villagers couldn't deal with a guest. He also solved the only problem. The host showed the electronic approval document: "The notice sent by the Central Radio and Television Station overnight prohibits the use of controlled knives in the program recording in the future."
There was no player present who had a main attack skill, and the only one who could use a whip was Liu Yun, and his weapon was not a controlled knife, so this ban was entirely aimed at Wen Shi.
Wen Shi wanted to say that it was really unnecessary. He only had over 5,000 points left and couldn't afford to go through more trouble. Besides, it was only disabled during the program recording. If you change your mindset, you can still use it when the program is stopped.
The house of the red-coated woman was built in the inner part of the village, occupying a large area. After leaving her land, the player was surprised to find that many villagers had gone out. The villagers in black funeral clothes finally became more popular. Some of them were carrying a cart of chickens and geese, some were pulling cows, and some were leading a big black dog. The dog was skinny and smelled bad. It was called a corpse dog, which was raised by feeding on corpse meat. The chickens crowed, the cows mooed, and the dogs snorted and exhaled foul air... The scenes of fireworks were intertwined, and the whole Fengguan Village seemed to come alive.
The host began to introduce today's activities with great excitement, as if he had been looking forward to this moment for a long time.
"The next part will be very interesting. We are going to the market. However, the market is a little far from here, and we have to go through a foggy area. We will get lost if we are not careful. You must first find the villagers to discuss and ask them to take you there. Each villager has a different way of traveling, so you must choose carefully."
The program team gave each guest group 200 yuan and emphasized: "Remember, all consumption during the market can only be done with the money we give you."
Ji Yuanzhi's matchmaking guest had been sitting in a wheelchair since she was injured at the wedding. Ji Yuanzhi made the wheelchair for her himself. He bent down and whispered in the girl's ear like a lover: "You've also been in the village. Do you know how to get there?"
The girl shook her head vigorously. “Only a few villagers are eligible to go to the market. I am not one of them.”
Unexpectedly, Ji Yuanzhi believed her.
Wen Shi's paired guests also said that they were too poor and had never been to the market.
The players don't have more time to think, as some villagers have already set out. Once everyone has left, the players will have no choice.
Wen Shi set his sights on the man pulling the cow nearby. Before he could speak, the owner of the cow waved his hand and said, "Line up. I will only choose one group of guests."
Wen Shi quickly explained: "No, they are not a couple, they are all my matching guests."
"One, two,... eight?!" The owner of the cow's eyes widened after counting: "You must be joking! Go away! My cow can't carry so many people!"
Wen Shi curled his lips. As soon as he retreated, a player immediately filled the vacancy and started bargaining with the owner of the cattle.
Wen Shi then looked at the man pulling a cart of chickens and ducks. Before he even got close, the old man started to drive him away: "Zhao Ermaizi, Hu Dazhuang... these poor bastards come to my house to steal chickens for no reason. Get out of here now."
Obviously, he disliked Wen's paired guests because they were poor and mean.
The host seemed to be arguing with Wen Shi, and came to him like a gust of wind: "Oh, it seems that no one is willing to take this group of guests to the market."
Wen Shi ignored the other party's ridicule.
The way to deal with the robbery point is to follow behind when others set out, but there is fog in the middle section of the road, so there is a high possibility of losing them.
To put it bluntly, there are too many paired guests and the quality is poor. Wen Shi narrowed his eyes. No matter what, he must find a way to get to the market first.
Half of the villagers had already left the village. Wen Shi suddenly raised his voice and said, "Let's have a martial arts competition to find a husband. Whoever wins, I will take the mansion I enter and leave and be with him. In addition to these worldly possessions, my life will also be his."
Whether it is a human or a ghost, they all want to [borrow life]. The reason why the guests are willing to participate in this show is nothing more than to take the players' lives.
Money cannot impress the villagers who are qualified to go to the market, but Wen Shi believes that fate can.
Sure enough, the villagers who left the village were attracted by this sentence.
A lame old man asked, "How do you find a wife?"
Wen Shi: "How about all of you fight for me?"
"… "
Ah Sang patted his chest and said, "I am also my father's property. My life can also be taken away."
The villagers are not fools and will not kill each other for him and just turn around and leave.
Most of the players also felt that Wen Shi was too arrogant and could say anything, so they negotiated the price and left one after another.
Ji Yuanzhi raised his eyebrows at Wen Shi, who waved his hand, indicating that he should leave without worrying about him and let him go first.
First an outrageous suggestion is made, and when the next one comes out, people will often think it is reasonable or even a pie in the sky. Wen Shi suddenly took the initiative to walk towards the camera and said: "This martial arts competition will be defended by me and my relatives and friends. It will last until 00:04 in the morning. Interested viewers can also participate."
The host was amused when he heard this. Isn't this courting death? Opening the ghost gate at midnight, even if it's only for four minutes, is enough time for a group of evil spirits to rush in.
The use of controlled knives is restricted now, so the bastard in front of him is nothing to be afraid of. The host has a keen eye and is sure that the thing that can play the piano has neither the attack power nor the endurance, and no matter how powerful this little kid is, it is impossible for him to deal with a large number of evil spirits at once.
The villagers were crazy to compete with evil spirits, so they quickly left.
The paired guests were also angry and accused Wen Shi of being fickle.
Wen Shi didn't care about all these. His target audience was the audience, and he did it.
The audience is not human. They want to see the special guest running away in terror, the tragic scene before death, rather than coming to see how the special guest tortures the ghost. They have been so frustrated watching the special guest for the past two days that they wish they could go on stage in person. Now the chance has come. They left messages in the barrage, saying that they will try their best to arrive tonight.
The program team wanted to listen to the audience's opinions, and the host was overjoyed to see the sudden increase in the number of viewers.
Wen Shi started to act pretentiously at this time, "Okay, I'm going back to my room to catch up on some sleep, see you all tonight."
The host quickly pulled him back: "Daytime activities..."
Wen Shi: "If we have to fight at night, how can we have the energy to go to the market?"
The guests must attend the program recording. This is the strict rule of the main station. Those who do not attend maliciously will die miserably. But now Wen Shi has raised the interest of the audience by holding a martial arts competition to find a bride. He has become a guarantee of ratings. If the other party dies, the host can vent his anger, but the ratings will definitely drop.
Wen Shi imitated the game and drew a big pie, making the audience want to taste it for themselves.
The host had to humble himself and coax him: "You are my uncle, my ancestor, so I beg you to condescend and join us, okay?"
The rules are rigid, and anyone who violates them will be killed. Wen Shi knew that he had to attend the daytime activities, but he did not nod immediately: "Those carts pulling chickens, mules, and cows, can I rest well if I sit on them?"
There are no cars in the village and all the villagers have left, leaving only a small broken cart.
The host was a little anxious and angry.
Wen Shi said at the right time: "How about this, put a few more layers of mattresses on the cart, and as for the driver, you can be the driver."
The pupils of the staff standing by were dizzy. In all his long years in the industry, it was the first time he saw someone act so arrogantly to such an extent.
The host was insulted, but the number of audience members increased further. The more arrogant Wen Shi behaved now, the more miserable his death would be when the ghost gate opened at night.
Wen Shi raised the corners of his mouth, and he suppressed his feelings before trying to lift them up. For these audiences, this might be like the darkness before dawn, which instead aroused their expectations.
The host gritted his teeth and said, "You have to sign a guarantee letter. You must hold the matchmaking event tonight, and only your relatives and friends can defend the ring. You cannot deliberately tamper with the rules and cause a fight among the contestants."
Wen Shi smiled: "Of course."
"Okay." The host asked the station to draft an electronic contract, and went to the villagers' house to borrow a mattress. Then he pulled the cart to Wen Shi's front, and seeing that he had crossed his arms and had no intention of coming up, he put on a hardcore professional smile and said, "Please go in."
Wen Shi held the child in her arms and got into the car modestly. She glanced at the dumbfounded guest next to her and said, "You guys follow along."
It was my first time riding a rickshaw and I felt okay, but he urged me, “Hurry up, or else others will arrive at the market and there will be no one to preside.”
He looks like he is really considerate of the program crew.
Looking at the rising ratings, the host said with a fake smile: "Okay, sit tight, I'll speed up now."
I thought to myself, you can only feel proud for a while now, because tonight you will know what it means to live a life worse than death. The evil ghosts coming out of the ghost gate are all the most terrifying lunatics, and their methods of torturing people are top-notch.
Ah Sang held the bowl with some worry, and whispered, "Dad, if there are too many, I may not be able to defeat them."
Otherwise, he could turn his father into a zombie as well, and the father and son could fight together and win.
The host moved his ears, catching the unconfident words of Ah Sang, and his smile finally had some sincerity. Very good, then you all die.
Leaning lazily on the cart, a faint smile appeared on Wen Shi's lips: "Don't worry, it's only four minutes, I will hold on."
He took out the [Family Crest] and gently stroked the raised pattern on it with his fingertips.
My mentally ill 'brother-in-law', it's up to you tonight.
(End of this chapter)