After marrying evil, I can't leave

After walking out of the door, Zhou Wu discovered that this house was exactly the mansion where he and the program team lived.But there seems to be something different, and I can't tell where the difference is.

Dragging the long back swing, he ran forward a little staggeringly, drawing a red shadow behind him.

Some noises came from some direction, and Zhou Wu was frightened out of his wits. Under the rockery, there was a cave with a high height for a child. Zhou Wu hugged himself and got into it.

As soon as I got in, I heard dense and messy footsteps.

Anxious female voice: "Have you found it?"

A crying male voice: "Have you found it?"

Sharp female voice: "He's going to be angry!"

An old male voice: "I'm going to be angry!"

"Woooooo, I'm scared!"

"I'm scared too!"

If it was in the theater, Zhou Wu felt that they were performing double reeds, or singing big dramas and talking about cross talk. They sang together, grotesque and funny, which would make people laugh out loud.

But he was hiding in this black hole, all he could feel was his muscles tensed, his toes shrunk together, and he was too scared to breathe.

"Does it smell?"

"It seems to have!"

Zhou Wu, who was hiding under the rockery, widened his eyes, held his breath, and his heart was about to jump out.

"Look over there, is there something?"

"Ah, here's a gold ring with a smell on it."

"It smells so good, I want to try it too."

"You fucking don't want to die!"

"You are the only one who lives, why are you scolding people!"

Another "person" thought about it and felt that this was true.

"Don't delay, look for it quickly, it must be ahead!"

Glancing at his finger, a gold ring was missing, and he remembered it was the one with the ruby.At that time, he was still thinking, it couldn't be true.

The voice of talking gradually faded away, Zhou Wu squatted here for a while, and did not dare to move until there was no sound.

Little by little, he took off the gold ornaments on his hands, the ones on his neck, and the ones on his head, and put them around in his sleeves—to give them back.

He poked the probe out to make sure there was nothing there, and then he got out. The back swing was pulled, and his muscles tensed up.

Comforting himself that the sharp stone was hanging, he looked back slowly, and a pair of immature pale hands grabbed the hem of his skirt.

There are two balls of red rouge on the white and round face, and the child in the red bellyband is grabbing Zhou Wu's clothes, and smiles treacherously: "Hehehe, is the bride playing hide-and-seek?"

Ahhh! !

He almost couldn't control his voice, but luckily he held back his throat and didn't shout out.

Without daring to look back, Zhou Wu pulled back his clothes and ran out.

Zhou Wu ran in the direction of the gate of memory. In the conversations just now, it was specified that he should be found in the house. He should be out of danger if he ran out, and he could also find the program crew.

After avoiding the sound of footsteps twice in a row, he finally saw the familiar front hall.

Going around the front hall, seeing the door in front of you, but no one was guarding it, the door opened with a creak.

He didn't care whether anyone heard the sound of the door opening, the door was opened by one person's width, and he squeezed out.

After getting away from the gate, Zhou Wu, who was completely awake by the cold wind, stopped in his tracks.

On the dark street, there is only red light, and the red silk is covered with magnificent roses, the petals of which cover the feet, like a sea of ​​flowers, the wind blows, and the sea of ​​rose petals ripples.

There was no one there, the only sound in the street was the rustling of rose petals.

The sky was still dark. According to the time, the sun should rise, but the distant mountain line was pitch black.

Zhou Wu, who was sweating from running just now, felt cold all over. He gathered up his cloak and began to feel powerless.

Although he regained consciousness, his body was still very tired from the alcohol.

Except for the range illuminated by the red lanterns, the rest of the place was covered with black fog, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Zhou Wu, who was a little confused, stopped slowly. When he turned his head, he realized that he was plunged into darkness and didn't know where he was.

Is this really the original village?What about the program group?What about Cai Yu?

The kid said he was going to call himself. At this moment, Zhou Wu suddenly thought of something, and looked up at the top of the mountain. The wedding venue, which should have been dimly lit, was dim.

The cold wind got into the cuffs and neckline, and he had to hug himself to keep himself warm.

Along with the whistling wind, some small voices also drifted over, like whispers, or excited whispers, that voice made the young man standing in the middle of the street tremble.

The sound of dense footsteps gathered from all directions, as if a group of things were approaching in the dark.

There was nothing around to cover him, the voice was getting closer and closer, and Zhou Wu, whose lower lip was trembling, stood still and couldn't move his feet.

In the end, he hid behind the quilt that was drying at the door of the villagers, hugged his legs, and squatted tremblingly.

The sound of footsteps is all around, just a few steps away from him, many, many.

Rusting sounds came from below, a piece of dry skin came in from the gap between the quilt and the ground, the flat eyeballs rolled, the corners of the mouth creaked, and smiled at Zhou Wu.

Ahhhhh!

In the big red room, the candles flickered, and a tall black figure stood in the center of the room.Black mist overflowed from him, and no "person" dared to approach him.

There are only two close times, each time is a dreamy touch with a strong desire, soft and fragrant, like a cotton candy, soft and fluffy, sweet and refreshing.

It is also like snow that has just fallen from the sky, spread in the palm of your hand for fear of melting.

It's like a dream.

Fragrant, white, soft, wet eyes, sweet smile... The bride is gone.

"Why, it's gone." The low voice echoed in the courtyard like a voice from hell, and the black mist suddenly spread, covering the entire courtyard. It seemed that even the sky had turned dark.

Screams came and went in the courtyard: "Look for it, look for it!"

"He's angry, he's angry!"

"Woooooo!"

"Not in the house! Not in the house!"

"Run out! Oops, there's..."

A suffocating silence.

There was a strong wind, and with a bang, the heavy courtyard door was pushed open by the huge impact.

The cold wind gushed out violently, causing the young man standing at the door to stagger.

In the darkness, the bright red of the red lantern was reflected on the young man's body, and the red light and shadow flowed in the hair.

The night mist wets the bangs, covering the red corners of the eyes. The redness of the corners of the eyes that have just cried has not dissipated, and the lower lip is bitten so that it glows an eye-catching blood.

After staggering, he fell backwards unsteadily.

The body did not touch the ground, someone caught him, carefully, as if catching his own dream.

The bride is back.

Because of being too frightened, Zhou Wu lost his reaction, his body was already out of strength, and he kept relying on the other party. It took a long time to gradually regain his senses. He turned his eyes and looked at the black mist around his waist.

The one on the waist is the hand, right?

The breeze was blowing, and pale knuckles could be vaguely seen in the black mist. With no way out, Zhou Wu tremblingly and clumsily stretched out his hand to grab the hand on his waist.

Fingertips grabbed a finger.

The fingers without a trace of temperature were suddenly wrapped in something hot and warm, "he" was startled, looked down, and saw the slender and beautiful fingers twisting his fingertips.

The young man who raised his head showed a white neck, and said almost beggingly with a crying voice: "There are many, many things... chasing me! Please help me!"

Zhou Wu felt the "he" beside him burst out with great joy suddenly, the black mist overflowed from his body, and he became invisible again.

Xi Niang ran up and said, "Oh, the bride is back. Where is the hijab? Why did the hijab fall off? This is breaking the rules!"

The hijab came from behind and returned to Zhou Wu's head, the eyes were bright red, the festive music sounded again, and the small trumpet was blown tick-tock.

There were more human voices, as if in an auditorium, it actually brought a little peace of mind.

He is safe.

A joyful female voice: "The bride is so beautiful!"

Excited male voice: "No! The bride is so handsome!"

Sharp female voice: "He's not angry anymore."

An old male voice: "He calmed down."

"I want a bridal chamber!" Everyone said in unison.

When Zhou Wu heard that sentence about the bridal chamber, Zhou Wu's body stiffened. Even if he was as dull as him, even if he hadn't really understood a certain culture, he would be more or less exposed to it around him, and it's not that he couldn't think of it.

But he couldn't open his mouth to say "no", he was resisting all over his body, but he couldn't resist in his heart.

Being led all the way forward, his toes seemed to be off the ground again. He didn't know what posture he was being led away with, and he didn't know which finger he was pulling.

Glancing through the gap under the hijab, he found that what he had clasped his palm was a little finger.

Little Thumb, this...is outrageous.

It reminded him of his younger brother holding his little finger and himself pulling his father's little finger when he was a child.

It made him feel inexplicably ashamed.

Change a finger.

Even after a long time, Zhou Wu still didn't understand what gave him the courage to take these actions.

The slender index finger trembled twice, hesitated a bit, then gently hooked forward, pulled it, and this time, hooked four fingers.

Zhou Wu felt that the finger he hooked was very cold, and the knuckles were strong and strong, and when his thumb passed over, he touched some calluses, which were rough.

It is the touch of the same finger, but the one that is caught has a different experience.

The cold palms suddenly squeezed into something soft and warm, like a meat rabbit getting into a dry cave, which made those big cold hands freeze.

The veins burst out on the back of the pale hand, and it was so blue that it turned black. He restrained himself, and if he was seen, he would definitely be terrified again.

Holding the opponent's hand, Zhou Wu's heart rate remained high. In fact, he was so scared that he wanted to run away immediately, but if he did, the things behind him would be even more terrifying.

Moreover, it seems that it can't escape.

At any rate...at least they won't eat him, right?

There was a brazier in the room, and when he first entered the door, warm air rushed in, Zhou Wu almost softened his feet, and the charcoal fire "cracked" and sparks splashed out.Zhou Wu was brought to the bed, grabbed the edge of the bed and sat down, his whole body almost sank.

There was a festive yell from Xi Niang: "Pick up the red hijab!!!"

The head of a metal rod appeared in the line of sight, gently lifted it up, and returned to the light.

Zhou Wu lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling, the "he" in front of him could not be seen, but he could be touched, because he still held the other party's fingers in his hand.

"Drink a cup!!"

A glass of wine was stuffed into Zhou Wu's palm, and the rich aroma of the wine could be smelled from a distance. The color of the wine was light yellow and looked extremely clear.

The arms overlapped and intertwined. Although he couldn't see it, he didn't feel it was high enough. He wanted to get up, but found that the other party seemed to bend down, touching himself.

The strong wine entered his throat and he choked. The young man bent down and covered his mouth with a dry cough. He was gently patted on the back to ease him up.

He strangely had the illusion of being cared for.

But soon, the alcohol got on his head, making Zhou Wu feel that the illusion of "being cared for" was caused by alcohol.

Originally, there was a strong sense of alcohol, but after drinking a cup at this time, it is conceivable that even the original drunkenness that gradually faded surged up.

Dizzy and confused.

Xi Niang closed the door and left happily.

Before the door was seamed shut, the bride could be seen lying on the bed crookedly.

Lying on his back on the bed, Zhou Wu's eyes were as red as a rabbit, and there were wet tears in the corners of his eyes. He felt that "he" seemed to be half-kneeling on the edge of the bed, bent over, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with the tip of his cold tongue.

Every slight touch brings "him" a strong sense of psychological satisfaction.

With his fingertips, he brushed aside the strands of hair that covered the reddened corners of the young man's eyes, and pushed that lock of hair behind his ears, not missing the chance to touch his earballs.

Take it back without hesitation.

But just when he opened the distance, he was grabbed, and those delicate five fingers closed "his" palm.

When I first grasped it, it was a little unstable. I missed it once, and the empty one seemed to be tickling the opponent's palm.

"Hiss——" gasped sounded.

Zhou Wu felt that there was a rhythmic breathing in front of him, and it suddenly became messy like never before.

So he thoughtlessly dug his palm again with his index finger.

Really sped up.

Things got weirdly interesting.

He has no sense at all now, after hesitation, fright, and almost hopeless fear, he has developed a strange sense of security, and his fragile psychological defense line has long been opened.

With alcohol, sanity has been lost.

The cold knuckles held his ankle, as if kneeling on one knee, took off his shoes, revealing his slender ankles, and then took off his thin white socks, revealing his well-proportioned soles.

After only watching for a second, the soles of the feet shrank away.

Curled up, Zhou Wu's voice was trembling, and his voice was greasy because of the damn quilt wine, and he said, "You...are you going to eat me?"

In Zhou Wu's perception, this voice was trembling with fear and humming weakly.But in the ears of that irrational "person", it's like acting like a baby --- the snow has melted and the flowers have bloomed.

Zhou Wu asked again: "Do you... like to eat from your toes?"

"Here you are," he retracted his feet, and suddenly stretched forward boldly.