God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

The fire in the brazier burned very high, and it could be seen that the temperature was very hot. The bride seemed not to notice it at all, and actually stepped straight towards the center of the brazier.

If the groom next to him hadn't quickly grabbed the bride, she would have stepped directly into the brazier.

This should have been a normal action, but the smiles on the faces of the onlookers suddenly disappeared when the groom pulled the bride.

The originally noisy crowd fell silent for an instant. They looked straight at the groom who helped the bride, and their eyes turned a little cold.

"Aunt Wang, didn't you explain the rules clearly to Aizi?"

The old voice of the village chief sounded from behind the crowd, and the crowd quickly divided into two teams and made way for a road in the middle.

The stooped village chief slowly walked into the wedding hall on crutches. Although he had a smile on his face, what he said made other people's hair stand on end:

"The rules in our Taoyuan Village are that when a bride is married, she must be roasted by the fire in the brazier. Only when all the yin energy on her body is roasted is she completely accepted into our Taoyuan Village. You don't know, Aizi. ?"

"Or--"

The village chief's tone changed. He turned to look at Aunt Wang who was sitting on the chair, and said with a smile: "It's because your mother didn't teach her well——"

The groom named Zhui Zi suddenly interrupted the village chief: "Village Chief!"

The groom's tone was a little urgent, and his pale and delicate face looked in the direction of the village chief:

"I know there's a rule, but I don't like it."

He seemed to want to say something else, but was interrupted sharply by Aunt Wang sitting on the chair:

"Enough with the awl! Don't talk back to the village chief!"

Aunt Wang's face suddenly turned pale. She stood up from her chair, ran up to the groom and slapped him in the face.

The groom turned away from her face with a slap, and his cheeks instantly became red and swollen. He covered his face and looked at his mother, his eyes filled with worry and fear.

There is something interesting about this look.

He Ziyun looked at Xitang, which suddenly became quiet, and stood in the crowd, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Because the groom's eyes were so strange and he was slapped by his mother in front of so many people, he was not indignant or angry, but worried and fearful.

Even this fear is not directed at Aunt Wang, but more like -

village head.

The village chief next to him was still smiling, his cheeks covered with age spots were as rotten as dead wood:

"Why are Aunt Wang beating the child? It's really different if this child studies some books..."

The village chief seemed to be sighing, but what he said made Aunt Wang tremble all over.

Aunt Wang struggled to smile: "Yes, yes, village chief, you are right, this bride will have to go through this when she comes in. As for me -"

Beads of cold sweat rolled down her forehead, and she gritted her teeth: "After today's wedding, I will take what I deserve, and I will go to the ancestral hall..."

She didn't finish her last words, but the village chief nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile:

"Oh, why are you talking about this on this special day? The wedding has to go on. Why are everyone so quiet? They are all making a fuss! They are all making a fuss!"

Following the village chief's words, the villagers who had been quiet suddenly became excited and joyful again. Countless people continued to cheer and cheer, while the bride, who had just been pulled by the groom, stood motionless.

She seemed to briefly raise her head to glance at the groom next to her, and was soon lifted up by the village women next to her like a puppet, and pressed her two feet into the burning brazier.

The next second, the bride covered with a red hijab let out a scream, like a wail coming from deep in her throat, harsh and sharp.

Soon the stench of burning flesh and clothing soon enveloped the entire Xitang, and every breath of oxygen carried a burning stench like fire.

The groom next to him was as pale as a sheet of paper, and he had known for a long time that he had closed his eyes and did not want to see the miserable condition of the bride.

The faces of the anchors hidden in the crowd instantly turned ugly, and some of them with poor receptive abilities even lowered their heads, not wanting to see this frightening wedding in front of them.

Yun Feiduo frowned tightly. She looked at the bride who was pressed into the brazier and her lips twitched.

"Won't her legs become useless?"

He Ziyun did not look back. He looked at the bride who kept screaming and said in a very soft tone:

"It's just a little burn, and the bones haven't been touched. It'll be fine as long as it takes care of itself."

Once you have cultivated it, your mind will be settled.

Yun Feiduo was silent. She wanted to cover Lu Ying's eyes next to her, but when she came into contact with Lu Ying's deep eyes, she lowered her hands in despair.

is that useful?

it's useless.

About a minute later, the bride, who was burned to her thighs, was finally pulled out of the brazier by the village woman. The water that had been prepared nearby was poured directly on it, quickly dousing the flames.

The bride temporarily lost the ability to move and could only be supported by the smiling village women and followed step by step into the wedding hall behind the pale groom.

The village chief stood by the door and shouted loudly with a smile on his face.

"Worship heaven and earth."

The bride, whose feet had just been burned off, was kicked by the village woman who was supporting her. She fell to her knees with a "pop" and her head was pushed to the ground.

The groom next to him also knelt down and kowtowed firmly.

"Two thanks to the high hall."

The village chief shouted again.

The bride was pulled up by the village woman again, twisted around like a puppet, knelt down on the ground, and kowtowed to Aunt Wang and the mahogany tablet on the chair.

The groom follows.

"Husband and wife bow to each other."

The village chief said with a smile.

The bride was pulled up again and fell to her knees facing the groom, with her head hanging on the ground.

As for the groom, he stood there with his head lowered and looked at the bride who was kneeling on the ground and was about to become his wife, his eyes dull.

【What the hell is this? Why doesn’t the groom kneel? 】

[…I don’t know why, but there was no ghost or anything like that, but I felt creepy all over]

[Plus one, it’s so scary, but I can’t tell how scary it is]

[The bride is like a dead person. Apart from screaming when she was pushed into the brazier just now, she said nothing.]

[So why didn’t the bride resist? Depend on! It makes me so angry]

[…If I have time, I’ll chop off that round thing on your neck and brainwash it. You really can’t understand the weird atmosphere now]

【…】

This is a wedding with "great disparity in status".

He Ziyun thought.

All the surrounding villagers were smiling, as if this was just a normal wedding, but it was clear that in the wedding in front of them, there was only one groom for normal people.

Even Aunt Wang looks strange.

It was obviously her son's wedding. She was smiling just now, but now she was restless and sweating non-stop, as if she was afraid of something.

What is she afraid of?

He Ziyun thought for a while and remembered what she had just said.

Ancestral hall?

What's in the ancestral hall?