Zhou Wenyan felt a little itchy in his throat.
He looked down at the figure standing not far away.
Maybe because of the character design, Shen Dongqing looks a little thin in this copy, with black hair lying softly on his forehead. Really.
Zhou Wenyan coughed lightly, the itch in his throat was suppressed, but the itch in his heart couldn't help it.
"One more time."
Shen Dongqing didn't know why, but he still fulfilled his wish: "Brother."
As soon as the words fell, Shen Dongqing heard a series of warning sounds ringing in his ears.
[Please keep the player's character set]
[Keep the character! ! !]
The game listened to the sound of "brother" ringing in his ears, and he was so angry that he vomited blood.
Why is it possible to complete the love game no matter which dungeon
But the game is also very helpless. Even if the two people play one copy and one copy is ruined, they still can't stop them from playing the game again.
Because the Infinite Nightmare game itself is also constrained by rules.
As long as the means are legal, it can only watch the dungeon be broken, and cannot participate in it. Even if it kills the lives of these two people, it has to resort to rules or let other players do it.
I just didn't expect these NPCs and players to be useless.
Shen Dongqing was a little dazed: "Personal design?"
What character
Although Zhou Wenyan couldn't hear the warning sound of the game, but he could guess a little from Shen Dongqing's expression, so he stood up and changed the subject.
"Is there anything we can help you with?"
Shen Dongqing said very simply: "I don't know."
The game feebly reminds:
[Let them cut the 囍character]
Only then did Shen Dongqing change his mouth: "Go and cut the Chinese characters."
Probably because Sishui Town is isolated from the world, and the modern elements in it are almost non-existent. The buildings are all old-fashioned wooden structures, short and dark, and there is a breathless feeling when entering it.
A group of players walked into the lobby opposite the door, where scissors and white and red paper had been prepared.
The beautiful girl JK said strangely: "Isn't marriage all about red 囍?"
"The red scorpion is for the living." An old voice sounded from the corner, "And these are for the dead."
A cloudy wind blew past, making the white paper on the table rattle.
The players couldn't help but shuddered and glanced at each other, only to realize that this was not what the players in the team said.
"Who?"
"Who's talking?"
The players searched for a long time and saw a figure walking out of a dark corner.
It was an elderly man with a hunched back and wrinkles on his face, but he didn't have the kindness and kindness typical of an old man. Instead, he had a sinister feeling.
When those eyes looked over, it was as if they were being targeted by a dangerous poisonous snake.
"Second Young Master." The old man shouted at Shen Dongqing.
[This is He Bo]
[He has been staying in the old house, loyal to the Shen family, and you respect him very much]
Shen Dongqing nodded: "Uncle He."
Uncle He rolled his cloudy eyes and glanced at Zhou Wenyan who was standing beside him. Strangely, he had completely opposite attitudes towards the two brothers, ignoring Zhou Wenyan directly.
He walked tremblingly in front of the player, and knocked on the ground with the crutches in his hand: "Marriage is a lifetime of death, corresponding to one red and one white, don't make a mistake, if you make a mistake..."
Uncle He showed a smile, and the layers of wrinkles on his face were crowded together: "Bad things will happen."
After he finished speaking, Uncle He propped up his cane and walked out slowly.
When he was about to step out of the hall, he turned his head and said, "Before it gets dark, the person who picks up the bride will come back. Get ready before that, otherwise... the bride will be angry."
He Bo coughed hard, and the short figure gradually disappeared from sight.
The players looked at each other in dismay, and did not dare to touch anything here.
The uncle in the suit pulled his bow tie: "Go ahead, there's not much time left."
The wall clocks on the wall passed one by one, and it was already three o'clock in the afternoon. I don't know what season it is, but looking at the sky outside, I'm afraid it will be dark at five or six o'clock.
Just one question...
There are big men here, no matter how you look at them, they will never touch the craft of paper-cutting.
Their eyes were focused on the beautiful girl JK.
JK beautiful girl: "I won't."
Shen Dongqing picked up a pair of scissors and said with great interest, "Do you do handicraft? But I haven't done it before."
He is very interested in things that he has never experienced.
Zhou Wenyan was silent for a moment: "...I won't either."
This is something he can't do.
The scissors on the table were no more or no less, exactly six, corresponding to the people present, and everyone had to cut a bunch of characters.
Fortunately, there are many people and great strength. A group of people pondered for a while, and finally they were able to cut out a crooked look of happy characters.
Shen Dongqing looked at the cut paper: "It's cut!"
Zhou Wenyan reached out and wiped the sweat from the tip of his nose, and said, "It's amazing."
Seeing the appearance of the two of them, the player next to them murmured.
"Aren't they brothers?"
"That's how it's set up."
"But it doesn't look like it. Is this the legendary orthopedics?"
The sky darkened a little.
The players were concentrating on cutting the paper. I was afraid that they were not so focused on the exams that year. There was only the sound of "clicking, clicking" in the whole hall.
"Ah!" There was a sudden exclamation.
The others stopped and looked over.
The non-mainstream is a bit shaky. He accidentally gave his fingers to the scissors, making a big, big hole. The blood dripped on the ground, and the white paper that was being cut was stained red.
The non-mainstream was so painful that he gasped for air.
Fortunately, the beautiful girl JK took a bandage and turned it over to bandage the wound for the non-mainstream.
Non-mainstream injured one hand and could not use his strength, so he could only sit and watch. Because of the extra non-mainstream one, the others worked even harder. Finally, in the middle of the night, they finally cut all the white and red paper.
It seems that the time has been set, and just after the players put down the scissors, Uncle He limped back.
Uncle He stared at the 囍 character placed on the table, and paused for a moment on the half-cut piece of paper that was stained with blood before he said, "The team to pick up the bride is coming soon, please avoid it. "
A group of people followed He Bo into the side hall.
The hall and the side hall are separated by a mahogany screen, and you can see the movement in the hall through the grids one by one.
Waited about ten minutes.
There was a sudden sound of gongs and drums from the door.
The non-mainstream lay on the window, glanced around, and saw the welcoming team coming in.
It is not quite correct to say that it is a wedding reception. The people in the team wore linen mourning clothes, only a red rope was tied around their waists, and they tossed paper money while walking, all of them were expressionless.
thump—
Six men walked in carrying a heavy mahogany coffin and placed the coffin in the center of the hall.
From the direction of the non-mainstream, you can see that the coffin is not covered, and you can see a figure in a wedding dress lying inside.
The non-mainstream swallowed his saliva: "This, this is the bride?"
The beautiful girl JK also thought of a question: "He Bo said just now that ghost marriage is a lifetime, and the bride is here, so who is the groom?"
The man in leather remembered the character setting, looked at Zhou Wenyan, and joked, "Old Zhou, is the groom not you?"
It looked like a joke, but upon closer inspection, he was shaking all over.
Zhou Wenyan ignored the leather man.
Since the coffin was brought in, his condition has not been very good, his brows are wrinkled and his face is slightly pale.
But other players also reacted the same way. After watching it, they only felt that he was frightened.
Shen Dongqing asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
Are you really scared
Zhou Wenyan shook his head: "It's okay, I just think..."
This scene is a bit familiar, as if it had been experienced before.
After the coffin was put down, the welcoming team left.
Uncle He went to the side hall and said, "The bride has just arrived, and she's not familiar with her life, so she can't help but be afraid. Please stay in the side hall all night and wait for the wedding tomorrow."
In fact, players do not want to stay here.
But the NPC has spoken, what can I do
Uncle He asked, "I'm going to prepare some food for you. What do you want to eat?"
The players are all in a panic, where is there any appetite to eat? All were silent.
Shen Dongqing looked from east to west and saw that no one else had proposed, so he raised his hand and said, "Hotpot."
Uncle He couldn't believe his ears: "... what?"
Shen Dongqing: "Hotpot, is there any here?"
Uncle He: "Yes, yes, but..."
Shen Dongqing said with a smile: "Then trouble Uncle He."
If other players asked for this, Uncle He would have given them a blank eye, but now Shen Dongqing said it, according to the character, Uncle He could only agree.
There is no electricity in Sishui Town, only candles are used to light it.
The light of the candle is dim, and the night wind is bright and dark, plus the corpse lying in the coffin, full of horror movie atmosphere.
In normal times, these players would have been trembling with fear.
But now... the hot pot is so fragrant!
Because Sishui Town is located in a remote location and the hardware conditions are not good, the old-fashioned copper stove hot pot is used, which lacks a little modern flavor, but the soup that is hung inside is boiling and full of fragrance.
The freshly picked vegetables in the countryside are juicy and juicy, and the freshly slaughtered mutton slices are sliced and scalded inside.
Shen Dongqing picked up a piece of mutton, dipped it in the dipping sauce and stuffed it into his mouth, and the plump gravy burst out instantly.
"good to eat!"
He took another piece of hot mutton and put it on Zhou Wenyan's plate.
But Zhou Wenyan was a little absent-minded.
It was Shen Dongqing who brought it to his mouth, and then he came to his senses.
Shen Dongqing was feeding while rinsing, enjoying the meal.
The man in the suit: "Is it really good to eat hot pot in this atmosphere?" He glanced at the white lanterns hanging under the eaves of the door. The lanterns were also pasted with the Chinese character 囍 with red paper, looking strange and infiltrating.
The non-mainstream nodded: "It doesn't seem to be very good..."
Leather jacket man: "But it smells so good."
The beautiful girl JK couldn't help herself: "Never mind, eat it!"
The four of them gathered around the table like hungry tigers rushing to eat, and happily cooked the mutton.
The hot pot was so delicious that one forgot that there was a coffin next door.
A group of people were so full that they collapsed on their seats.
Shen Dongqing wiped his mouth, and suddenly heard the sound of the system beeping in his ear.
[You have stayed in Sishui Town since you were a child, and you have witnessed several ghost marriages. You know the customs of ghost marriages. If there is no groom in the coffin, the ghost bride will go crazy]
[Please choose a groom for the ghost bride and send it to the coffin before midnight]
After Shen Dongqing finished listening to the game, he couldn't help but muttered, "How do you feel like you got the villain's script?"
He is an honest and upright young man who will never do bad things.
Besides, I'm still a little tired after eating...
Shen Dongqing nodded little by little, leaned on Zhou Wenyan's shoulder, and fell asleep in a daze.
Shen Dongqing had a dream.
He heard an old voice talking there: "Mrs. Zhou accidentally bumped into ghosts and gods when she was pregnant, which led to giving birth to a child in the ghost month ahead of schedule, which caused the child to be too light and full of yin, and I'm afraid he won't survive eighteen. age."
Shen Dongqing's eyes were originally gray. After the voice was finished, a light suddenly appeared in front of him. He floated out curiously and saw a magnificent villa.
A couple looked sad and looked at the child lying on the bed.
Next to him stood an old Taoist, holding Fuchen in his hand, looking like a fairy.
"Please also ask the master to save my son." Mrs. Zhou, with tears on her face, leaned weakly into Mr. Zhou's arms. If Mr. Zhou hadn't supported her, she would have fallen to the ground on the spot.
Lao Dao squeezed his beard and pondered for a long time: "Old Dao has a method, but..."
Mr. Zhou: "Master, but it doesn't matter."
Lao Dao said: "Your son's fate is shady and full of wealth and honor. It is the fate that lonely ghosts like to take away. If you are not careful, you will die. Lao Dao can leave a talisman to protect your noble son eighteen. No worries before the age."
Mrs. Zhou: "What about after the age of eighteen?"
Lao Dao shook his head: "It is against the sky to live safely until the age of eighteen, unless... marrying a ghost."
Madam Zhou was startled: "What?"
Lao Dao explained: "The ghost is the most possessive. If he can marry the ghost, it will protect the life of your son. No one can hurt your son."
Mrs. Zhou hesitated: "But the ghost..."
Lao Dao said: "This is a yin marriage, and the two are husband and wife. The ghost will only wait for the yang life of the married person to run out, and will not take the initiative to harm others.
Mrs. Zhou and Mr. Zhou looked at each other: "Let's think about it again, after all, Wen Yan is still young."
Shen Dongqing originally thought it was a show of Taoist swindling, but when he heard the word "Wen Yan", he felt that it was not the case.
He floated over and looked at the child lying on the bed.
The child is about seven or eight years old, and his facial features have not yet developed, but he can see the similarities with Zhou Wenyan.
Is this Zhou Wenyan as a child
Shen Dongqing stretched out his hand, trying to poke the baby fat on Xiao Wenyan's cheek.
It's just that I haven't poked it yet, and the scene in front of me changed, and I came to an antique building.
Shen Dongqing turned his head and saw that there were red and white 囍 characters on the surrounding windows, and an empty coffin in the center. Xiao Wenyan grew up and changed into a wedding dress, holding a big red ribbon in his hand. One end is attached to the coffin.
Mrs. Zhou was anxious: "Master, is this a success?"
The old man touched his beard and frowned, "It's done, it's just..."
Mrs. Zhou asked, "Just what?"
Lao Dao said: "It's just a ghost who is married to your son. It seems that in another mysterious and mysterious world, he can't be by your son's side."
Mr. Zhou: "Is this still useful?"
Lao Dao nodded: "Naturally useful, the two are already husband and wife, no matter what, the ghost will protect your son."
Mrs. Zhou breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, it's good not to be around, if you really think about it, it will be weird."
Seeing Mrs. Zhou and Mr. Zhou happily hugging Xiao Wenyan, Lao Dao kept frowning. He pinched a magic trick, calculated it, and couldn't help shaking his head.
Li Gui's marriage is not so simple. One day, either Li Gui will come out to find someone, or Xiao Wenyan will be pulled into another world.
but…
Everything is unknown.
"what-"
Shen Dongqing was awakened by a scream.
He was still thinking about the dream he had just had, and it took a long time for him to react, turning his head to meet Zhou Wenyan's clear eyes.
The beautiful JK girl over there screamed in collapse: "It's all blood! There's blood on the ground."
There was blood flowing on the bluestone floor tiles, which had turned dark brown overnight, exuding a stench.
The blood dripped all over the ground, spreading from the side hall to the hall, until the place where the coffin was placed disappeared, as if someone was caught in the coffin.
"Someone is missing!"