I have saved so many doomsday goddesses from all over the world

Sisi's face turned pale with fright, and without saying a word, she shrank into a small ball and hid in Chen Yu's arms.

"Ghost! Dad, save me!"

Chen Yu: "..."

The prosthetic skeleton I made can actually turn into a Poké Ball? How come I don’t know?

No, to be fair you are a ghost yourself, what are you afraid of?

At this time, Ding Peng had "voluntarily and consciously" stepped into the sedan chair and lowered the curtain.

The sedan chair turned around and set off amidst the noise of gongs and drums, swaying back along the original road.

It looks like it's swaying slowly, but it's actually as fast as a galloping horse.

Ding Peng couldn't move in the sedan chair, but he was sweating heavily all over his face.

"I'm dead, I'm in the ghost bride's sedan chair, it's hard for the gods to save me..."

"I'm so stupid, really. If I had known that even if I were to die and be hacked to death by those shark maniacs, I wouldn't have picked up the appointment letter to prevent the disaster!"

"Why?" asked a voice on the top of the sedan.

Ding Peng's mood dropped to the bottom, and he was so angry: "Why do you need to ask? Who doesn't know that Miss Xiao's letter of appointment is the talisman of the Lord of Hell?"

Then I realized in hindsight: No, why is there someone up there?

But it was Chen Yu who landed lightly on the top of the sedan chair and took a ride.

"Explain things clearly, maybe I can help?"

It turns out that there is a saying among the nightmare people in Sixiang: if a man picks up Xiao Xun'er's marriage engagement letter, he only needs to fill in his name in the groom's column and stamp his fingerprint, then he will be protected by the ghost bride and can marry her. Withstand three disasters.

But after Miss Xiao takes action three times, she will send a sedan chair to marry the groom.

None of the nightmare men who got on the sedan chair came back...

Chen Yu's eyes became brighter and brighter as he listened.

As the territory of the Xiangxia Kingdom deepens, the world becomes increasingly depopulated.

The entire environment is like the uninhabited apocalypse in "I Am Legend", where animals and plants have occupied the territory that humans once occupied.

He originally thought that all the Xia people were dead, but he didn't expect that there were still nightmare survivors?

It would be great to have reason to communicate.

Chen Yuzheng needs information and NPCs to trigger possible main tasks.

This Ding Peng is of some use, if you can protect it, you can protect it.

The paper figures carrying the sedan chair and playing music walked as fast as flying, whistling with the cold wind, and arrived in the wilderness in the blink of an eye.

Each paper man possesses yellow-level spiritual pressure, and a terrifying aura spreads out, threatening the little nightmares around them and turning into birds and beasts.

The night is getting darker, and the ominous fog and deep twilight merge into one, solid substance.

The wind whimpered, like howling ghosts.

Sisi, who transformed into a fairy ball, shivered, and a voice as thin as a mosquito came from her arms:

"I don't want to play anymore. I want to take a nap! Chen Yu, wake me up after you finish it~"

From a distance, I saw an ancient house silhouetted in the black and gray mist.

There were several lanterns hanging at the door of the ancient house, swaying in the cold night wind.

The little blood-red halo faintly illuminated the word "Mufu" on the plaque in the middle.

Chen Yu squinted and looked at the lantern carefully.

"Hey, leather lantern, rare. This is the first time I've seen it."

"How can the leather lantern transmit light?" Ding Peng asked as he couldn't see it through the curtain.

He felt that he had company on the road, and his mood gradually stabilized. Chatting with Chen Yu all the time.

"Human skin is relatively thin. Oh, there is another one dripping blood."

"..."

Chen Yu suddenly realized, "No wonder the husband I hired didn't come back."

Ding Peng thought about it and realized that he was not feeling well.

Why do you get more and more panicky the more you talk to this guy?

The door of the ancient house, which was originally closed, opened automatically with a creak.

It was so dark that I couldn't really see inside, and I couldn't see any movement.

The noisy gongs, drums and suona have long since stopped.

Everything is quiet.

Ding Peng was sitting in the sedan chair, his heart moving up and down like fifteen buckets.

What about the guy on top? A squeak?

After two low-pitched exchanges with no response, he became increasingly panicked.

No, what about people? Scared away?

The sedan stopped and the curtain was lifted.

He couldn't help but step out.

Ding Peng found that in front of him was a screen wall, a brick wall with a big word "福" engraved on it.

He wanted to turn around and run out, but his legs and feet moved in unconsciously.

Further forward, there is a small entrance hall. The high threshold indicates that this family is a wealthy family and has an unusual status.

Beyond the foyer is an inner courtyard, with wing rooms to the east and west, and the main room in front.

There are lights and colorful decorations here, and the decoration is joyful.

There are seven or eight round tables in the yard, with plates and dishes staggered on them and full of delicacies.

There was silence all around and no one was around.

When passing by a table, Ding Peng glanced at the food on the table.

On the plate, there seemed to be sweet and sour meatballs, but no matter how you looked at them, they looked like human eyeballs. And the hair peeking out from the cracks in the steamer...

Ding Peng's hair stood on end and his scalp was numb.

The ethereal female singing came from the inner courtyard.

Ding Peng's face was as ugly as that of a dead person - although he was probably not considered alive now.

He found that he could not help but speed up his pace, and followed the singing straight through the tooth gate and into the inner courtyard.

The rooms on both sides were quiet, but I didn't know if it was an illusion, but I always felt like something was staring at me through the crack in the door.

And there’s far more than just one…

The curdled essence of malice in sight.

The little aura leaked by any being is enough to make Ding Peng feel that the other person can kill him like an ant with just a finger.

From his invisible perspective, behind the doors of each wing...

The old man with corpse stains all over his face grinned from the corners of his mouth to the base of his ears, and then stretched out his mouth.

A long tongue stretched out from the fang-filled mouth, and he licked his lower lip with saliva.

A rickety old woman, white hair swollen under her cotton hat, her hands were like chicken claws, and her nails stretched out a foot long.

The strong man with red eyes grew stronger and stronger. The knotted muscles and the head, face and neck were full of sarcomas one after another.

"A fresh and delicious soul..."

"Chop him into pieces and eat him..."

"Peel the skin off and you can make a new lantern again, hehehe..."

Ruoyouruowu's murmur seemed to be condensed into big cold hands, slowly holding Ding Peng tightly.

Ding Peng had difficulty breathing, seeing, and hearing, and was about to faint at any moment.

Damn it, he couldn't faint, so he stepped through the high threshold of the west wing like a puppet.

Rosewood shaker, gauze curtain, old-fashioned standing cabinet, rouge gouache and bronze mirror are placed on the dressing table.

Under the big word "囍", a pair of red candles automatically lit up.

There was no warmth in the candlelight, but it dyed the surrounding area with a faint... blood color?

Suddenly, Ding Peng found that he had control over his limbs again.

He didn't want to stay here for a moment and wanted to run away.

Run, run! There is a wall not far behind the house. Just climb over the wall and escape!

Just arrived at the door, not even crossed the threshold,

Then I saw a woman wearing a red hijab and a phoenix crown walking slowly from the corridor.

The stature...is a bit too tall? Taller than an adult man.

Why does it feel like blood is slowly dripping from that bright red hijab and wedding dress?

With just one glance, Ding Peng felt like his breathing was about to stop.

The Ghost Bride exudes terrifying coercion, sealing off the surrounding area.

Can't run a little, can't run at all!