It's more like a horror pantomime.
The hall was full of friends, but all the guests were silent.
Not only is there no sound, but even the expressions and movements are stiff and sluggish.
Ling Shu only felt that his neck was about to snap, and if he wanted to move, he was afraid of being out of place, so he could only endure it.
Seven or eight tables surrounded the open space in front, and there were two-tiered platforms, neither high nor low, just for everyone to see.
But Ling Shu felt that it didn't matter whether he could see it or not. Except for a fake "living dead" like him, it was estimated that no one present would have any idea. He tried to find the position of Yue Dingtang, although there were not many people on the scene. , the light is very dim, and it is difficult to confirm where Lao Yue is when his head can't look around.
It is also possible that Yue Dingtang was not here at all.
Everyone sat up straight. The so-called wedding banquet did not have the slightest festive atmosphere, but it was more like a ghost marriage.
As soon as this thought came up, people came in.
It was the man who had just led them out of the cell with a lantern.
This time Ling Shu probably saw his appearance clearly.
The two eyeball lanterns with mostly white eyes also seem to hang on a horse's face, and when they stare directly at people, it can make anyone's heart tremble.
Ling Shuxin said that it might be better not to see clearly. Although he was born with a natural appearance, it was rare to be born so horrific, just like he was born to stay in the dark without seeing the light of the sun, suppressing his breathing in a damp and cramped corner, daring not to touch any sunlight.
There were two people behind the man.
To be exact, it was a young man and a middle-aged woman holding a photo.
Ling Shu almost made a move.
Isn't that Wu Wu
And the woman in the photo, isn't that Miss Feng San, who just died not long ago
So this is really a ghost marriage
The so-called ghost marriages are mostly folk parents who are afraid of premature death and their children will be lonely in the underworld. A child of a wealthy family, a young talent like Wu Wu, even if Miss Feng San dies unfortunately, the Wu family will naturally not let him marry Miss Feng San's tablet, let alone let the woman who later married Wu Wu be a fill-in. house.
However, this scene was really staged in front of Ling Shu.
"The auspicious time is here, the newcomers will worship!"
The horse-faced man gave a straight look, and even shouted with a gloomy look.
Wu Wu, wearing a red robe and a red flower, walked slowly, bending down and bowing with each command. The middle-aged woman also held the photo and did the same.
After removing the link of worshiping the heavens and the earth and parents, and directly entering the couple's worship, Ling Shu felt that this wedding banquet was not just as simple as asking them to come to watch the ceremony, but at this moment he couldn't think of anything wrong, so he had to wait and see.
But when the horse-faced man waved his hand, a bride in a wheelchair was pushed out.
She lowered her head slightly, her life and death were unknown, only the profile was very familiar.
Ling Shu stretched his neck secretly, trying to catch a glimpse of the faint light, but suddenly remembered her identity when the horse-faced man held the candle and approached the woman.
Miss Feng San? !
Ling Shu almost burst the voice out of his throat, but he managed to hold it back.
Feng Zhenzhu was clearly hanged, and they had seen the body at Feng's house, how could they appear here again? Could it be that someone stole the body
What do these people want her body for
He soon knew the answer.
"Feng Zhenzhu is a loyal believer of my God, and is willing to dedicate his spirit and body to my God. Today, since you are loyal, you will take this as a reward for you. From now on, you must be grateful and loyal, all heard. Yet?"
The horse-faced man said slowly, Ling Shu stared at his mouth, the latter did not move, but the voice came from the other side.
He once heard that there are people in the world who are good at ventriloquism, who can use their abdomen to harmonize their breath to make sounds. Outsiders don't know what they are, and it is easy to mistake them for ghosts and gods. Presumably this person is the master of ventriloquism in the legend, and in Qinglong Villa, there are also Many such people, when they picked up people from the Yang family, used this way to play tricks and create terror.
Everyone at the scene was under control, and naturally no one would respond.
Seeing that no one got up to answer, Ling Shu continued to sit with peace of mind, but then he couldn't sit still.
Because the person who came out with the wheelchair actually bent over to undo Feng Zhenzhu's clothes, and then took out a sharp dagger from nowhere, and slashed it at the corpse's chest, cutting out a piece of flesh and blood.
The person has been dead for three days, and the blood is naturally gone. The weather is still very hot. Ling Shu doesn't know what method they used to preserve it. Forgetting to respond, I could only watch in amazement as they cut off the flesh from Miss Feng San's body piece by piece, put it into a bowl, and served it to each table.
This is... for them to eat corpses raw
There was only one corpse, but there wasn't much meat in each bowl, it was only the size of a finger.
Those whose minds have been controlled are naturally unaware, but Ling Shu is awake, so it is naturally impossible for him to eat dead bodies, but everyone is eating, and if he does not eat alone, he will soon be exposed.
I don't know when, several "black gowns" were standing in the four corners of the venue, watching everyone's every move, if anyone didn't fit in with the group, they would be caught immediately.
The small red-bottomed bowl in front of Ling Shu soon also received a small piece of Miss Feng San's meat.
The pungent stench of corruption was looming, and it took a lot of effort for him to resist the urge to cover his nose and retching.
The people next to them turned a blind eye, motionless, as if their sense of smell was blocked.
The gloomy voice of the middle-aged man sounded again.
"These meats are all blessed meats that have been blessed and blessed by my God. Eating them can increase your fortune and longevity, and you will have infinite blessings. When you first enter my door and eat these meats, you are truly your own. In and out, good and bad. All right, eat!"
The other party clapped and clapped their hands. The three sounds were like some kind of command or signal. The people around Ling Shu bowed their heads and picked up the meat in the bowl with chopsticks.
Ling Shu: …
He was half a beat slower, barely keeping up with the rhythm, but when other people put the meat in his mouth, he really couldn't put it in his mouth, not to mention that it was Miss Feng San's meat, although Miss Feng San was dead, After all, they are half acquaintances, and the most important thing is that this is human flesh!
Harmfulness of the same kind is only what a beast can do. Dissecting Feng Zhenzhu in front of him and letting him eat dead human flesh is something that normal people wouldn't do, but this is precisely the important criterion for testing whether this person has been thoroughly hypnotized.
Ling Shu was extremely entangled. It was impossible to eat it. The best thing to do was to deceive him and put the meat in his pocket first. Anyway, the light here is so dark, and he is not the only one who is watching.
He picked up the corpse with his chopsticks tremblingly, and he had already started to regret coming to this ghost place. It was really like a ghostly place without a master. Lao Yue disappeared, and Shen Renjie was caught. Heavy.
But even if he wanted to leave now, he didn't know how to get out, and Ling Shu didn't even know where to go out of this door.
If Lao Yue is also here, will he be fighting between heaven and man, or is he really going to eat this piece of meat
In the tangled seconds, a burst of vomiting sounded one after another, which seemed extremely harsh in the quiet venue.
Ling Shu wanted to turn his head to look, but seeing that no one around him moved, he had to hold back.
When he saw the middle-aged man's face change, he said sharply, "Take him down!"
There was the sound of the tables and chairs tumbling from behind, and the young girls screamed and ran. The confusion quickly spread to this side. Ling Shu's back was pushed heavily, and the whole person involuntarily fell forward, and his face almost hit the spot. On the corpse!
He didn't have time to savor the smell of the corpse, and turned around in a hurry to take advantage of the chaos, only to see a girl in the dark rushing through the crowd, tripping over a table and chair in the middle, then quickly getting up, and quickly disappearing into the darkness again middle.
There was a mess in the dark, and I don't know how many people were knocked down and injured, and screams of pain came one after another.
In this case, even a person who is deeply hypnotized will wake up from the dream.
"Ouch, who hit me!"
"It hurts!"
"Where is this? Where am I!"
Such as throwing a piece of dough into a pot of boiling oil, the crackling ceases to be quiet in an instant.
Ling Shu didn't need to look at it, he knew that the face of the middle-aged man was dark.
"Block the front and rear doors and take her down for me!"
If you don't stir the water at this time, when will you wait
Ling Shu has already moved.
He grabbed the tablecloth and overturned it!
All the things were shattered, and even the people around the Eight Immortals Table were knocked away.
He jumped to the table, tore off all the candles on the chandelier with the tablecloth, the fire lit the tablecloth, Ling Shu quickly rolled it into a ball, and threw it at the thugs who were running towards him. The table, directly using the table as a shield to block in front of the crowd!
No one would have imagined that there was still a bomb like Ling Shu hidden in these hypnotized people, and suddenly the scene was ignited. He went on a rampage, directly turning the previous local chaos into global chaos.
The venue without the glimmer of light fell into complete darkness, and even middle-aged men could only shout in vain in the dark. Even if someone obeyed his order to chase, they didn't know who to chase.
Yang Chunhe remembered that there are two doors here.
One is the front door when they come in, but there is also a back door.
Her heartbeat increased, and she wanted to take advantage of the chaos to touch the back door and escape from here.
Just now, it wasn't because she deliberately wanted to reveal it, but when she saw the shocking corpse, she couldn't hold back the feeling of vomiting. The moment she raised her hand to cover her mouth, she found herself being stared at by the middle-aged man. live.
The other party has discovered that her sanity has not been controlled!
Yang Chunhe didn't care about anything else, she turned around and ran away. She tripped on the ground in the panic and was almost caught. She stayed here for a few days, knowing that this place was terrible, and she also anticipated what means the other party would use to deal with it. She was confused for a while and couldn't react in time, but fortunately there was chaos elsewhere, and she was able to roll and crawl towards the small door.
The door is not locked!
Yang Chunhe was overjoyed, but there was an extra hand on his shoulder.
what!
She almost screamed, her mouth was quickly covered, her body was pushed forward, and the two disappeared behind the door at the same time as the door opened.