Showbiz Escape

Chapter 32 Red and White Deserted Village 14
Ye Lingchuan never made random promises. He said that he would give Wen Zhuo a beautiful bun, which was no worse than the level of a costume drama. Even Wen Zhuo was a little surprised when he saw himself in the mirror.

"Brother Chuan, you are too dexterous."

"If you don't learn some self-reliance skills, you won't be able to survive in the circle." Ye Lingchuan sighed, and patted her on the shoulder with a smile, "Okay, depending on you, a beautiful bride, this No matter what kind of bridegroom official this time, he must be killed by the horse."

It's strange to say that when he said this kind of words, he didn't appear glib at all, but instead sounded humorous and sincere, which was extremely useful.

Wen Zhuo turned her head, ringing the pendant, and she also looked at him and smiled: "I don't dare to take that as a compliment."

"There are so many people in film and television dramas whose names are not worthy of their names, and they didn't dare to be them. What do you have to be humble?"

"If you let others listen to your words, you will be bullied by the Internet in reality."

"It's okay, there's no one else here—if Mr. Xiang is someone else."

Xiang Zhifeng was lying on the table, and couldn't help rolling his eyes: "I'm not someone else, what can I do to break my defense? I have always looked good in ancient costumes, and even passers-by recognize it, so I don't know how to sit."

"Of course you won't take your seats right." In order to stabilize the emotions of his customers, Wen Zhuo echoed with a few nice words, "After all, Fengfeng is really handsome, even if he plays a character who is all over the country, he is very convincing."

He snorted, although he wanted to appear indifferent, but the slightly raised corners of his mouth still betrayed his complacent heart at the moment.

Who doesn't like to be praised?
Then he remembered something more important: "By the way, it's still some time before midnight. Haven't we got dinner yet?"

Ye Lingchuan opened the door and took a look outside, and saw that in the dark night, there was another three-layer food box placed under the steps at some point, which was exactly the same as the food box found under the crooked neck tree that night.

Sure enough, the player couldn't just starve to death before the mission was over.

He took the food box into the house and opened it to see bacon, roast duck, spring pancakes and cucumber sticks.

As soon as Xiang Zhifeng saw the eyes of the roast duck, he became excited: "Roast duck! I've been craving this for a long time!"

"Haven't you eaten for a long time?" Wen Zhuo thought for a while, and then said he could understand, "That's right, the manager will definitely not let you eat."

It is the most basic professional quality for an actor to keep in shape.

But the game has nothing to do with reality, some things can be indulged for a while.

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Xiang Zhifeng ate half of the roast duck indulgently by himself, and Wen Zhuo had no doubt that if there was a pot here, he would even cook the duck rack into soup and serve noodles.

In reality, this child is probably starving a lot.

The three of them ate and rested for a while, until the fog outside gradually thickened, the moonlight was blocked by the re-gathered clouds, and midnight fell.

The wind suddenly tightened, Wen Zhuo and Ye Lingchuan moved chairs and sat by the door, staggered the door by a gap, and kept paying close attention to the movements in the distance.

Wen Zhuo suddenly tugged at Ye Lingchuan's sleeve secretly: "They are here."

Xiang Zhifeng immediately woke up: "Who's here?"

"Naturally, the team to pick up the bride is here."

Not only did the wedding reception team come, but they also came with suona playing joy, it was just such a festive tune, it sounded eerie and strange no matter how it sounded in the night of this boundless deserted village.

Ye Lingchuan got up to take off the red hijab, and put his hand on top of Wen Zhuo's head. He checked her skirt to make sure that the silver bell had been fastened. Then he took her hand and instructed in a low voice.

"Don't be nervous, I'll help you into the sedan chair later."

Wen Zhuo nodded: "Have you brought all your swords?"

He stretched his hand behind his waist, and the bronze long sword was pinned to his belt: "I have it, I don't know if Mr. Xiang has it or not."

"I brought it." Xiang Zhifeng was speechless, "Why don't you just ask me?"

Ye Lingchuan smiled: "Okay, there may not be any unexpected situations on the road later, Mr. Xiang must also remember to be careful."

"...I know, you just need to hope that I'll order it."

While talking, the team to meet the bride had already arrived near the low house, and the sound of joy was deafening.

Sure enough, as the matchmaker said before, there are two bearers missing, and if the empty sedan chair can be carried, four people must be gathered when the bride is seated.

There were also two suona musicians standing beside them. The musicians, like the porters, were wearing a bamboo hat that was dyed bright red with paint. The face under the hat was as pale as paper, but the lips seemed to be dipped in blood, numb. any expression.

In addition, there are two other red-clothed men carrying happy flags in the rear. The happy flags are fluttering in the night wind, just like a close-up shot infinitely slowed down in a movie.

Ye Lingchuan took Wen Zhuo's hand and sent her all the way to the sedan chair, but was stopped by two porters who stretched out their cold hands and examined Wen Zhuo carefully from head to toe, and then opened the sedan chair curtain to let her go. she goes in.

It is conceivable that if there is any obvious mistake in the sewing and wearing of the wedding dress and beaded flower, I am afraid that there will be unknown punishment.

Wen Zhuo leaned over and sat in the sedan chair. She lifted the veil slightly to look inside the sedan chair, and found that the seat cushion and the sedan chair wall were covered with long-term dried blood. shocking.

She couldn't help but "tsk", this broken sedan chair may have carried many wronged souls of women who fought to no avail, and they were all victims of ghost marriages.

Undoubtedly, in the plot setting, I am also one of the victims.

On the other side, after she sat firmly, Ye Lingchuan and Xiang Zhifeng also lifted the sedan chair on the left and right, and left the low room with the two bearers in the sound of suona.

Judging from the direction they were traveling, the route should be the dense forest to the west of the village.

……

The forest is full of ghosts, and the dim moonlight barely shines through the gaps between the branches and leaves, vaguely illuminating the path under your feet.

On the trunk of the intertwined old tree, the branches are winding and intertwined with each other, and the dark reflections are like countless dragon tentacles, waiting to kill people.

Xiang Zhifeng was really not good at physical work, and his arm started to hurt after lifting the sedan chair. He gasped in frustration, and was about to see how far he was from the end of the woods, but he suddenly saw There was a little light, and it was slowly approaching here.

He was shocked in his heart, wondering what it was, but when the two sides got closer, he would have the answer.

It was a funeral procession, with two people in front holding white candle lanterns, eight people behind carrying a heavy willow coffin, and two more holding banners for calling back souls, walking forward and spreading paper money all over the place.

They were all dressed in mourning clothes made of plain linen, tightly wrapped from head to toe, walking in the heavy snow that was flying all over the sky, as if it had snowed.

The path in the woods was extremely narrow, and the two teams were walking head-on, and they were about to meet each other on the narrow road.

——The red and white of the three worships do not conflict, and if they conflict, new wronged souls will be born.

(End of this chapter)