After the substitute junior sister was reborn, all nine senior brothers regretted it

As soon as Granny Wang finished speaking, the air seemed to freeze, and everyone's hearts could not help but "thump", as if being hit by an invisible heavy hammer.

Wang Shu and Shan Xingzhou immediately stood in front of Gu Qinglan, with firm rejection written on their faces.

"These zombies are extraordinary at first glance...Lan Lan, we must not go there rashly!"

With a disturbing smile, Grandma Wang lay leisurely on the wicker chair and gently shook the fan in her hand.

The other disciples suddenly felt a chill rising from their backs.

Their hair stood on end. They were glad that they had not said anything before, but they were also full of curiosity about the fate of the bride of the mountain god.

After all, the existence of that black coffin itself is full of gloom and foreboding.

Liu Shan'er had a gloating sneer on her face, and her laughter echoed in the air, full of ridicule: "Haha~ It seems that some people can't protect the prophet..."

Liu Nanxu, on the other hand, could not hide her worries about Gu Qinglan, her brows were furrowed and her eyes showed deep worry.

The situation became extremely tense, and there was a suffocating sense of stalemate in the air.

Suddenly, the ghostly villagers seemed to be driven by some irresistible force. They jumped forward without explanation and tried with all their strength to drag Gu Qinglan towards the blood-red sedan.

The rules clearly prohibited harming villagers, which put Wang Shu and the others in a dilemma, not knowing what to do for a while.

Granny Wang was still sitting on the wicker chair, with that elusive smile on her face, quietly observing everything.

In such chaos and panic, Gu Qinglan has an unusual calmness.

There was no trace of fear in her eyes, but a deep sense of calm.

She seemed to have guessed something.

So she just turned her head slightly and glanced at Granny Wang with a meaningful look.

Then, with a teasing smile, she asked a very simple question.

"Granny Wang, shouldn't there be a matchmaker to make the way for the mountain god to marry his wife? How could this grand event in the village be without your participation?"

The fan in Grandma Wang's hand suddenly stopped swaying rhythmically, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Her movements became slow and deliberate, as if she was thinking about some important decision.

After a moment, she seemed to suddenly wake up, tapping her forehead gently, with a look of realization on her face.

"That's right! Look at me, you've forgotten that I also have to be a matchmaker!"

Her movements and tone seemed to be laughing at her own negligence, but they were completely different from when she sat at the village gate eating melon.

As Grandma Wang stood up, the atmosphere seemed to become even weirder.

Her steps are brisk, yet carry an unsettling sense of absurdity.

Everyone watched Granny Wang walking to the front of the wedding party. Every step she took seemed to touch everyone's heartstrings.

Grandma Wang happily walked in front of the sedan chair.

In the chaos and uneasiness, Gu Qinglan cast Wang Shu a deep and calm look, which seemed to contain some indescribable comfort and strength.

Wang Shu felt this power.

She frowned slightly, but in the end she made no sound to stop the villagers who seemed to be driven by invisible forces.

Her heart was full of contradictions and struggles, but she finally chose to remain silent.

Wang Shu and the others consciously followed the sedan chair.

Those so-called supporters who just vowed to become Gu Qinglan's strong backing seemed to be shrouded in the shadow of fear at this moment.

They huddled aside one by one, not daring to step forward. The courage they had just now seemed so fragile in the face of the unknown.

No one wants to lose the opportunity to enter the spiritual world because of being involved in the weirdness of the secret realm.

The sedan curtain was lifted by a gust of wind.

Gu Qinglan's figure looked particularly lonely in the eyes of everyone.

She was mercilessly packed into the sedan by the villagers.

The darkness inside the sedan was like a huge mouth, swallowing up all light and hope.

The sedan curtain fell, isolating Gu Qinglan from the outside world, and her figure disappeared into the suffocating darkness.

Wang Shu's eyes were fixed on the sedan chair, and her heart was filled with uneasiness and worry.

This secret realm was different from the secret realms she had encountered before. She couldn't control herself from imagining whether she had entered another strange world...

Unprecedented fear surged in Wang Shu's heart. She didn't know if Gu Qinglan could still come out safe and sound when the sedan curtain was raised again...

The outline of the sedan looked particularly eerie under the dark sky, as if it was the entrance to another world.

As Grandma Wang leads the way, the sound of the suona and gongs and drums becomes more harsh and urgent, intertwined to form a heart-stopping rhythm.

The sound seemed to be driving something away, and it seemed to be calling something.

The surrounding air seemed to become heavier as the sound intensified, as if something was slowly rising from the depths of the ground.

Grandma Wang's figure swayed in front of the sedan chair, and her back stretched out in the dim sunset, like a huge black shadow crawling on the ground.

Her pace seemed to be getting faster and faster, and the sedan chair also moved slowly with her pace, as if being pulled by some irresistible force, slowly moving towards the unknown destination.

The surrounding villagers had expressionless faces, and their eyes were empty, as if they were controlled by some kind of force. They just mechanically followed the pace of Granny Wang and the sedan chair towards the unknown deep mountains.

When the figures of the escort team gradually disappeared into the dust in the distance, everyone's eyes contained extremely complicated emotions.

There is both worry about the unknown fate and helplessness about this strange incident.

They watched sadly until the last wisp of dust and smoke dissipated.

With the departure of the bride-to-be team, the village seemed to be re-injected with vitality and bustle and bustle of the past.

Simple smiles appeared on the faces of the villagers again, and the children chased and played in the alleys, as if nothing had happened.

The crowd gradually dispersed, as if everything was back on track.

For a moment, it seemed as if the suffocating and weird atmosphere just now was just a collective delusion, an absurd nightmare.

Many disciples once again inquired with the mother-in-law and old people at the entrance of the village, hoping to get more clues about the prophet from their mouths.

Their questions were many and complicated, but the information they received was similar to what Grandma Wang said.

It seems that in this village, only two marginal figures, the white blind man and the black beggar, have a subtle connection with the identity of the prophet.

Everyone sighed and started a new round of searching. This time the target was the black beggar who had never been heard from.

In order to ensure that Liu Shan'er could successfully board the flying boat, Feng Yuhen not only protected her from leakage, but also spared no effort to find traces of the prophet for her.

Liu Shaner and Yun Lanlan moved side by side, and Feng Yuhen followed them like a shadow, always following behind.

He was almost suffocatingly protective.

This situation made Wei Yue, who had always regarded himself as Yun Lanlan's protector, feel ashamed.

Seeing Feng Yuhen's meticulous care and protection, he couldn't help but feel a sense of respect in his heart.

Everyone uses their own way to protect those they think are worth protecting.

Feng Yuhen is undoubtedly the best interpretation of this protective will.

As night falls, the sky gradually darkens, like a heavy curtain slowly covering the entire village.

Everyone's search still found nothing, and their anxiety became more and more intense like the night.

Yun Lanlan frowned. In the memory of her previous life, this secret realm had never been in such a difficult situation.

At that time, all she had to do was sit quietly aside, and there would be someone willing to go through fire and water for her, no matter the cost.

However, now, the difficulty of this secret realm far exceeded her expectations.

Yun Lanlan couldn't help but feel a deep sense of powerlessness, and she began to doubt whether she really remembered the rules and secrets of this secret realm.

Her thoughts were like fog in the night, getting thicker and thicker, becoming more and more elusive.

Somehow, Gu Qinglan's figure suddenly appeared in Yun Lanlan's mind.

The bitch who was taken deep into the mountains by the wedding party had no fear in her eyes, but was so calm and determined.

Yun Lanlan couldn't help but have a question in her mind: being sent away by that kind of escorting procession would definitely miss the mission in the rules... Why is Gu Qinglan still not afraid?

Yun Lanlan closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm her thoughts.

She began to think over and over everything that happened today, every detail and every fragment was replayed in her mind.

People like Gu Qinglan will not obey the villagers just because they can't resist...

If she really wants to stay in the village, she has a hundred ways to escape...

Why should she go?

Did she find a clue to the prophet?

But everyone was there together to listen to Grandma Wang’s story. Gu Qinglan couldn’t be the only one who thought of it...

When they were puzzled, the two looked at each other.

Feng Yuhen seemed to have thought of something, and Yun Lanlan reacted suddenly in the flash of lightning.

Prophet! Everything said is true!

It's that person!

Oh shit! Gu Qinglan...she did it on purpose!

The two quickly gathered their troops and rushed to the mountain temple.