Five supernatural bosses are vying to marry me

"Put him in a wedding dress! Take the rest away!"

As soon as the village chief said the words, the group of villagers rushed up. Three villagers carried the three people except Nan Jing like sacks. Yu Anyan was the closest to Nan Jing. His face was pale with cold, and he was picked up by the villagers. He didn't do any useless struggles, Yu Anyan's black eyes looked towards Nan Jing when he was lifted up.

In the blue-gray sky, the cool wind swept through the dense mountains, and passed between the two of them with a raw smell. Nan Jing saw that Yu Anyan's eyes, which were always arrogant and cold to the point of being emotionless, were filled with the feeling of being in a desperate situation. Offensive, but also hidden a trace of inexplicable emotion.

At this moment, Nan Jing felt that there should be many emotions surging in Yu Anyan's eyes, but in the end they were still locked in the dark eyes, and the emotions that were about to break free were like resentment hidden in the abyss. If you get close, you will be infected.

Nan Jing blinked, and Yu Anyan had already been carried by the villagers to nowhere in the thick fog.

Nan Jing stood still and couldn't move at all. He could only watch a group of villagers rush up, and his black backpack and fruit knife were taken away by a villager.

Under Xi Po's command, the villagers roughly tore off Nan Jing's black knitted sweater, and put Nan Jing on a bright red wedding dress with large sleeves. The color of this red wedding dress was like blood. Silver thread and gold thread are intertwined embroidered with dragon and phoenix, and it feels cold and slippery when worn on a person's body, like a layer of skin, very immersing.

Nan Jing shrank his shoulders, and his waist trembled uncontrollably.

Soon the villagers began to wear wedding dress bottoms for Nan Jing. The bottom was a skirt, and the waist of the skirt was very tight. Although Nan Jing's waist was thin and tough, the skirt was still a bit small. Nan Jing had difficulty breathing. for a moment.

Not just the waist, the skirt of this red wedding dress is also a bit shorter compared to Nan Jing's height, revealing a section of Nan Jing's ankle, the ankle is protruding and thin, the skin on the ankle is thin and white, it is good to pinch it Almost choked.

"It's unlucky to show your ankles!" Xi Po frowned with a stiff expression, and took out a red silk ribbon to signal the villagers: "Don't use hemp rope later, use this red silk to tie his ankles and wrists!"

Speaking of which, Xi Po put on embroidered shoes for Nan Jing again, and a red hijab directly covered Nan Jing's face, and Nan Jing's field of vision turned red, and he couldn't see anything.

After putting on the wedding dress, two sturdy villagers stepped forward, took the red ribbon from Xi Po's hand, and roughly put the ribbon on Nan Jing's wrist and ankle, and beat her firmly. a knot.

It was too cold. Putting on this red wedding dress, Nan Jing felt that the temperature of his whole body was dropping. His skin was attached to the cold wedding dress, and the silky and dense touch made him shiver unconsciously.

Nan Jing was so cold that he could hardly think and act. He tried to twist his wrists, and the knots tied to his hands were very firm, and it was difficult to break free.

The two villagers raised the south mirror at the head and tail respectively. Xi Po stiffly twisted her waist and took the red paper flower from another villager. The Xi Po threw the red paper flower and stepped on her toes towards the village. go.

"The auspicious time has come! Sacrifice into the coffin!"

The soaring suona sounded, and Nan Jing was carried to the forefront. On his left was the village head with black spots wriggling out, on his right was Xi Po, and at the end of the whole village was the sturdy villager carrying Yu Anyan and the other three. The three villagers also followed the team and walked towards the village stiffly.

Nan Jing closed his eyes, he could only look outside with the shaky hijab, he could feel the group of villagers carrying him back to the village, after a long dirt road, Nan Jing smelled a familiar smell , the smell of incense ash, the smell he had been smelling last night.

The villagers carried him back to the Buddhist temple building where they lived.

After going from the first floor to the second floor, the footsteps of this group of people did not stop.

"Squeak—creak—"

It was the familiar sound of going up the stairs. Nan Jing's hands and feet were bound. He opened his eyes. Now, these villagers are going to send him to the third floor of this building. The third floor is where the woman in white came down the stairs last night. .

The bolt fell and the wooden door was pushed open.

Nan Jing was suddenly thrown by this group of people into the room on the third floor where they didn't know what was in it. He fell to the hard ground and groaned. Nan Jing felt his ankle hit a hard stone. Something, his feet shrank, and before he could react, the door creaked shut.

The room was extremely dark, with only a little bit of faint light, and Nan Jing was covered with a veil, so he couldn't see anything at all.

A unique scent of wood wafts out, mixed with a slightly pungent smell of paint.

This smell made Nan Jing frowned subconsciously, because it was too pungent. The smell of paint and the coffin that the village chief said before made Nan Jing think of something bad.

Nan Jing's slender wrists were tied with red silk and placed in front of him. He couldn't see anything, and his body was also tied. Nan Jing hesitated and moved, struggling to sit up. His ankles were tied on the ground and it was difficult to move.

Suddenly, a cold, bloody wind blew past.

Nan Jing's heart skipped a beat. He felt his wrist was touched by something slippery. The thing held his wrist and moved up along the skin of his arm...

Yu Anyan and the other two were at the end of the team, and the three of them were carried back to the accommodation along with the whole team of villagers, and then the villagers threw them to the center of the first floor of the building they lived in like throwing sacks. on the ground.

The backpacks of the four of them were randomly thrown in by the villagers.

"Cough-cough-"

Yu Anyan coughed loudly. After entering the building, he obviously didn't feel so cold anymore. He moved his stiff fingers. Yu Anyan opened his long black eyelashes and looked fiercely at the front of the group of people. , I saw the group of people carrying the mirror in red wedding dress up to the third floor.

When the group of people came down from the third floor again, Nan Jing was gone.

The village chief walked up to the three of them against the light, his eyelids shrugged, and there was a gloomy desire in his cloudy eyes: "The three of you are the coffin bearers, and the sacrifice will be held tomorrow, and no one can leave before the sacrifice begins." here!"

"If I find out that you still want to run away," the village head smiled sinisterly, and the dark spots on his face continued to grow and squirm: "Death!"

After speaking, the village chief turned and left, closing the door on the first floor.

A group of villagers made the sound of footsteps that were gradually moving away, and the sound of footsteps gradually disappeared, but then, there were several sound of footsteps that were getting closer and closer.

The cameraman was lying on the ground with snot and tears running down his face, his eyes were blank, his eyes moved, and he saw two heels appearing in the crack of the door on the first floor, and there were villagers going and coming back to guard the place.

The cameraman slowly opened his eyes wide, with tears overflowing from his expression of horror and despair.

The only exit was guarded by these villagers!They can't escape!

Li Yifei's face was grim. As soon as he regained his mobility, he took out his mobile phone from his bag, frantically swiping Weibo with the little battery left in his mobile phone.

There is no signal here at all, Li Yifei just looked at his 500 million followers on Weibo like a madman, and kept saying: "I can get out alive, I have fans, I am popular traffic, I can't die, I can't die... ..."

After brushing for a few minutes, Li Yifei suddenly woke up, broke down and yelled, got up and rushed to the first floor to break open the door. The two villagers guarding the door clearly had their heels facing the door, but Li Yifei saw their faces directly.

The heads of these two people turned 180 degrees directly, facing the direction of the door.The heads of the two villagers creaked, twisted and opened their mouths to look at him, and raised the kitchen knife in their left hand.

Li Yifei was so frightened that he quickly closed the door, and ran backwards to the middle of the first floor, not daring to move.

Yu Anyan sat up, bowed his head, offering sacrifices, and all the topics of this group of villagers revolved around sacrifices.

Before coming to Shanlong Village, Yu Anyan asked someone to investigate the information of Shanlong Village in detail. At that time, what he valued was that the scenery of Shanlong Village fit the feeling he wanted to shoot, so he just scanned the other information of Shanlong Village in a hurry. .

But now... a village that uses such a large living person as Nanjing as a sacrifice, tomorrow's sacrifice will only be more bloody and terrifying.

Yu Anyan got the information about Shanlong Village that he asked someone to check just now in the car. Yu Anyan got up and flipped through his backpack. He knelt down on one knee next to the backpack, and directly took out a thick stack of A4 paper information. , there are a large number of pictures of Shanlong Village in front of it. When he turned to the written materials, Yu Anyan stopped and looked at them at a glance.

When he saw the last two pages, Yu Anyan finally found what he wanted. It was a news report found by the staff who collected the information. The staff carefully cut out the whole report and pasted it on it.

"(Shanlong Morning News, June 6, reporter XX) On June 12, 2018, the police in our city stopped the vicious murder case in Shanlong Village in time. The victim Xiaomei (pseudonym) was asked to marry the dead as a living sacrifice, this superstition/belief activity caused the victim Xiaomei (pseudonym) to suffer serious abdominal injuries, and now the victim has entered the hospital for treatment with the help of the police, and is currently in good condition."

This is a very short piece of news. The time Yu Anyan quickly read this news was three years ago. Since three years ago, Shanlong Village had planned to implement live sacrifices, but it was unsuccessful.

"Because it didn't work, the villagers of Shanlong Village are now going to sacrifice again?"

Yu Anyan frowned, and continued to scroll down. He saw a highlighted information about the sacrifices of Shanlong Village, and read it softly: "According to the investigation of folklorists, Shanlong Village believes in living people who use the eight characters of sinister and evil spirits." Make sacrifices, marry the sacrifices to the gods, and sacrifice the lives of the three coffin bearers during the sacrifice, so that the prosperity of Shanlong Village can be blessed.”

It's ridiculously ignorant, Yu Anyan closed the file, his eyes were heavy, he thought for just half a minute, then turned his head to look at the cameraman and Li Yifei, two trance-looking trash.

Yu Anyan directly took the information between the two of them indifferently, and said in a cold voice: "The sacrifices in Shanlong Village are living sacrifices, and the sacrifices and the people who carry the coffin will die. We can't wait on the second floor now. When the sacrifices come, everyone will die." Die, we're going to the third floor."

"Look for Nanjing first, and then figure out the specific process of this group of villagers' sacrifice, and find a breakthrough."

The videographer saw the woman in white coming down from the third floor on the monitor in the morning. Now that Xiao Chen is dead again, and what happened just now, he has been frightened into a daze. The cowardly videographer resisted and shook his head in horror. : "No! Director Yu, the village chief said you can't go up to the third floor!"

Thinking of something, the cameraman shook his head and said cowardly: "Nan Jing has already been chosen as a sacrifice, and Nan Jing's death as a sacrifice just allows us to live an extra day. He is doing good deeds, and Nan Jing will not miss us. Go to die, we will find a way to survive tomorrow when we sacrifice."

Nan Jing made a sacrifice just to let them live an extra day?

The corner of Yu Anyan's mouth twitched sarcastically, and he tapped the table with his index finger slightly. He glanced at the videographer condescendingly with his phoenix eyes. This look was so cold that it made the videographer shut his mouth.

Compared with the cameraman, Li Yifei was more direct, and his terrified face could hardly be hidden: "Up to the third floor?! Yu Anyan, are you sure you don't want us to die?"

"I want to go to you! You just want to save Nan Jing!"

"If you die, you two will die together, don't drag me along!"

Yu Anyan gave him a cold look, his power had already penetrated into Li Yifei's heart, Li Yifei shrank subconsciously.

Soon, Li Yifei thought of the current situation, and fiercely resisted:

Yu Anyan said indifferently: "There must be three people who carry the coffin. We must act together. If we don't go to the third floor, everyone will die in the sacrifice tomorrow. There is still a chance of survival if we go to the third floor."

"I don't want to go!" Li Yifei looked at Yu Anyan, and his hidden malice broke out. He rushed over and wanted to pinch Yu Anyan's neck: "Nan Jing saved you, you have to save him, and you just go to die yourself! We don't have to Go to the third floor!"

"I don't want to go to the third floor!"

Yu Anyan's eyes sharpened, and he stretched out his hand to shrug Li Yifei away.

Li Yifei staggered back two steps, Yu Anyan looked stern, strode forward, grabbed Li Yifei's collar with his bony hands, pulled out a pair of scissors from the inside of the windbreaker, restrained Li Yifei's hand, and inserted the scissors directly.

Li Yifei screamed "ah", the scissors pierced his hand, he screamed in pain, tears and snot fell down together in fear.

"Li Yifei, you may know little about me."

The emotions in Yu Anyan's black pupils were very calm, and his hand holding the scissors was steady: "You can choose not to go, I don't care whether the people who go up to the third floor are living or dead."

"Either go to the third floor, or die, you choose."

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