Fast time travel: The delicate beauty becomes the prisoner of the villain

The cold mountain wind blew on each of their faces, bringing a hint of chill.

"It's time."

"Do you want to wake her up?"

Jiang Zijin closed her eyes, her slender eyelashes trembled, and her heart hung in her throat.

There were too many questions in her mind, and she didn't dare to act rashly for the time being.

"If you shout, you will definitely shout..."

"What are you afraid of? There are so many people here, what else can she do?"

"Yup......"

"What if you bury a person directly and find out that it is a dead person?"

Jiang Zijin's heart shuddered, and the hand hanging by his side trembled slightly.

Is sacrifice meant to be buried alive?

She still remembered that she was taken to an old house by the ghost groom.

There was obviously no one there at the time.

After he was carried into the coffin, he seemed to have moved to another place.

Where did these people come from?

"Where are the chickens, ducks and geese, are they on the altar?"

"It's all ready..."

Jiang Zijin felt a pair of old and withered hands touch her face, and the old man patted her twice, with a rotten wood smell on her body.

"Wake up."

The old and withered hands were only covered by a layer of dark brown skin that had shrunk suddenly, covered with age spots, and it was not as cold as a living person.

"Clan elder, how did she wake up with your name?"

"That's it."

"Let me come."

The younger man spoke first. He was used to living in the village, and the women he saw were all ordinary rural women. How could he see such a beautiful outsider, and he felt a little eager to move.

Before he touched the girl in the coffin, Jiang Zijin opened his eyes with trembling eyelashes.

Because she had just cried before, her eyes looked a little wet, her face was pale, and the tails of her eyes were slightly red.

The girl seemed to have been frightened by this battle, she opened her mouth, but said nothing.

"woke up?"

"The little brother still wants to wake people up, hahaha..."

"I obviously don't want the second brother to shout. You see, she wakes up as soon as the person passes by."

"Ha ha ha ha......"

Joking voices rang out sparsely, relieving the tense atmosphere.

The man they called the second brother was not ashamed, shrugged his shoulders, and said to the trembling person in the coffin.

"Don't be afraid."

He leaned on the coffin board with his thick arms and laughed twice.

"I won't let you die in pain."

Jiang Zijin's eyes widened, the scene in front of her was different from what she had imagined.

Dozens of people stood here, and the coffin was completely surrounded by water.

Their faces were shrouded in a layer of black mist, and their facial features were distorted and changed. They didn't look like humans at all!

And behind them, the scarlet soil was dug up by a shovel, digging a ten-meter-long pit.

Leaning on crutches, the old man pushed away the young man who was surrounded by the coffin. His pale and withered hand tremblingly pressed Jiang Zijin's shoulder with great force.

"Bring me the book."

Everyone around was taken aback, "Book?"

The old man's freckled hands burst out with astonishing strength, pressing her firmly on the coffin.

"There's that book on the side of the altar..."

The old man's face shrouded in black mist suddenly moved towards Jiang Zijin, a cold and damp breath rushed towards his face, and the rotten smell made people sick.

Jiang Zijin's face was pale.

There were so many people, she had a hunch in her heart that if she acted rashly, she would definitely not get anything good.

"This is the 'premonition' that our village has heard for hundreds of years..."

The old man trembled with excitement, his eyes brightened.

The juniors in the village heard the seriousness in the old man's words, and hurriedly said, "Okay, I'll get it."

The strong uneasiness made Jiang Zijin curl up her legs, and Yun Li's face was stained with panic, and she tightened her colorful wedding dress uneasily, her voice was as small as a kitten.

"What are you guys doing...?"

The old man patted her reassuringly, "Don't worry, it's not time to bury you yet."

Jiang Zijin's soft and bright red lips trembled because of fear, and a few drops of crystal water hung on her eyelashes, wanting to fall.

The old man flipped through the yellowed ancient book, muttering in a low voice:

"Perfect......"

"Even the horoscopes of the birthdays match..."

Jiang Zijin's heart was pounding violently, and her shoulder was so painful from being pinched.

On the old man's distorted facial features, where the eyes belonged was cloudy and dark, he looked at Jiang Zijin.

"A perfect offering..."

"He'll love it."

The faces of the others were overjoyed after hearing the old man's comment.

"Will Lord Cthulhu be satisfied?"

"This is the first time the clan elders have given such an evaluation. Our village will definitely be blessed by adults this time..."

"It's been a few years, and I haven't found a bride that satisfies my lord..."

"This time, this time—"

Jiang Zijin began to sweat coldly, she was like a monkey in a zoo, surrounded by groups of people who couldn't even see their faces clearly.

Their excited whispers, even if you can't see their faces clearly, you can feel their excitement.

"..."

"What wish did you make if this sacrifice was successful?"

"If Lord Cthulhu is satisfied, the scope of the wish should be expanded accordingly, right?"

"I'm already looking forward to it now."

"I want to get rich, but my mother-in-law scolded me for not being able to give her any money. When I succeed this time, I will make my backyard full of gold!"

"I, I want to live for decades..."

"Wang Dali from the next-door village has long been annoyed by him. He stalks his son in front of me every day. My wife has been with me for so long, and she doesn't even have a child,"

"..."

Jiang Zijin shrank back in fright, and on a hillside behind the crowd, a bright red figure flashed past.

Kang Qing stood on the hillside, with no expression on his pale face, his handsome face was hidden in the darkness, his figure was tall and ghostly.

He raised his hand, and the cold wind rustled the leaves.

Jiang Zijin shivered, the cold wind blew her long hair into the air, and kissed her bare white skin delicately.

The man lowered his head, as if watching an absurd comedy.

—He didn't interfere.

.......

A large amount of gold and silver treasures slanted down towards the coffin. As soon as the old man let go of Jiang Zijin, she wanted to run out while supporting the coffin——

"Hold her down!"

Jiang Zijin was restrained by countless hands, they restrained without much effort, and their voices were vicious.

"Don't move!"

It was unrealistic to dump dozens of boxes of treasures into the coffin. The villagers simply picked a few boxes of valuables and threw them in.

They stared straight at the treasure.

But this is the dowry gift of the evil spirits, and they wouldn't dare to steal it even if they had hundreds of guts.

"Cover the coffin boards."

The incense on the altar was lit, and faint smoke was rising upwards.

They burn at an astonishing speed, and in the blink of an eye, strange things happen!

"Quickly build the coffin!"

The villagers looked anxious, "Don't delay the best moment!"

Jiang Zijin was pressed and lay back down again, the coffin was about to close completely——

"Kin..."

'boom'--

The coffin snapped shut!

The damp and cold mountain wind blew over the word "Dian" on the coffin, and there were bursts of howling wolves from a distance.

The villagers hurriedly lifted the coffin to the top of the plank pit.

"Hurry up."

The man standing on the hillside with his hands behind his back swayed slightly, and disappeared into the air in an instant.

Jiang Zijin slapped the heavy coffin boards, almost overflowing with despair in his heart.

The space in the coffin is not large, and every breath will make the chest feel tight.

Could it really be buried alive?

She felt that her body was slowly moving down with the coffin, and then stopped at the bottom of the pit.

'Bang bang bang—'

Jiang Zijin kicked the coffin board, which almost used up all her strength.

Her breathing gradually became short of breath, as if being pinched by a pair of invisible hands, her face was sickly red.

The coffin lid didn't know if someone had nailed it, and Jiang Zijin felt less and less oxygen in the narrow space.

In the end, Jiang Zijin gradually stopped struggling, her brain gradually emptied, and her ears buzzed.

'Jingle Bell'

In the deathly silence around, a string of silver ornaments suddenly sounded.

Jiang Zijin smelled a scent of woody flowers, very strong, inhaling the tip of her nose made her brain swell.

This scent is all too familiar.

She's smelled it many times on goblins.

"Girl."

The congested breathing instantly became unblocked, and a large amount of fresh air rushed into the tip of his nose.

"Kang Qing...?"

Jiang Zijin's jade-like earlobe was a little glamorous, and the complicated wedding dress was pushed aside.

The man's cold skin was attached to her slender and warm neck, and the space in the coffin was narrow, dark, and oxygen was thin.

Due to the lack of oxygen, the girl was breathing with difficulty, and her white forehead was covered with a fine layer of sweat, which was licked off bit by bit by someone sticking out her tongue.

The man gave a low laugh.

"I can save you."

Jiang Zijin's desire to survive overwhelmed all instincts, and she shed tears, like a drowning man grabbing the only driftwood in Hanoi.

"Kang Qing..."

The evil ghost bit his own lip, lowered his head and kissed her, thick red blood dripped on her lips.

"The wedding is done, life is in the same quilt, and death is in the same hole."

"You will be entangled with me for the rest of your life."

"No matter where you are in the world."

——The author has something to say——

In the past two days, I have been a little too busy in class, plus insomnia, not having a good rest, the updated chapters have been deleted and revised, and I am exhausted, and I have not been very satisfied.

Today, I will only post one update of [-] words, which is only [-] words less than usual.

Wait for me to sort out my thoughts, take a break, and update tomorrow.