Oh leak!He crawled out of hell!

After changing his clothes, Chen Yili felt a pair of extra big hands smoothing out the wrinkles on his chest, and tidying up his slightly messy skirt with extra care.

He wanted to move his finger, but no matter how much willpower he mobilized, he couldn't lift that finger.

His body suddenly lost weight, and Chen Yili was picked up from the cold and hard wooden board, and then put into a large box-like space.

With the incense candles used for sacrifices separated, the rich aloes of wood in the space permeated the tip of his nose, ticking like a small hand.

Then he felt the sense of light in front of him disappear completely, and a black thing covered him with a heavy muffled sound.

He was still unable to move, but the air around him was getting colder and colder.

Chen Yili felt his neck being entwined with a trace of cold air coming from nowhere, and he had goose bumps all over his body.

Those people barely made a sound while doing these things, like a silent film.

After a while, Chen Yili felt that his breathing began to become difficult.

Then he heard a voice from outside, the voice was old, hoarse, an old man's voice.

"Ahem...Old Wang! Are you sure this kid came here voluntarily?"

Her tone was interrogative without guilt, even though her voice was hoarse, she sounded full of spirit.

"Yes, Lady Lan, hurry up and let these things carry him into the mountain."

The man who spoke was neither blushing nor heartbeating, and hurriedly urged Mistress Lan.

Outside Chen Yili could not see, he was locked in a pitch-black and shiny coffin. The surroundings of the coffin were covered with flying yellow talismans, and the red writing was very glaring.

Standing beside the coffin was a stooped old woman, her white hair tied up in a black headband, and two silver ornaments on either side of her ears.

Standing in front of him was a middle-aged man with a wide body and a fat body. He was dressed in black, and his fat face was full of anxiety.

What he was talking about was the room full of paper figurines in the lobby, those paper figurines were wearing brightly colored clothes, with a strange smile that never changed on their faces.

They moved mechanically, orderly arranging the red "dowry" in the room.

These "dowries" are made of red rice paper and folded squarely, which is very delicate.

"It's not time yet, so we can't carry it up the mountain yet." Lan Jinpo squinted at the people beside her and said in a deep voice.

After a while, she didn't know what she thought of, so she suddenly laughed.

"I don't know what kind of existence that Party A of yours is, to arrange a man's ghost marriage for his son."

As she spoke, Lady Lan placed her hand inside the coffin and tapped, feeling a little subtle.

Wang Yin followed her with a smile, "I heard that the dead man committed suicide because he was forced into a marriage. Forced marriage is common, so I don't think he would commit suicide."

After a pause, he said leisurely: "However, this man likes men. He spread it all over the world, and he suffered a lot of stares. The blow was too great, so he committed suicide due to depression."

Only then did Grandma Lan show a clear look, "That's right."

While the two were talking, the dark clouds in the sky gradually disappeared, and the moon, which was like a big cake, was completely exposed. The light was reflected on the coffin, casting a cold halo.

Seeing the full moon come out, Grandma Lan ordered the paper figurine to lift the coffin.

Four male paper figurines lifted the coffin, followed by a group of paper figurines carrying betrothal gifts, Hao Hao Tang Tang, the scene was grand but also strange enough.

Lan Jupo and Wang Yin sent these things up the mountain, then stopped and started to walk back.

The night in the deep mountains is deep and silent, there is no sound of wind and grass, and the big trees stand quietly.

A dim red light came from the long line of paper figurines, and the feet of the four people who were carrying the coffin floated up from the ground that had left at some point.

And the smiles on their faces also changed, their mouths grinned so wide that they reached their ears, their red round blush became more rosy, and their black eyes began to turn white.

Lying in the coffin, Chen Yili kept chanting various spells in an attempt to find a way to break them. After chanting them no less than a hundred times in his mind, one finally matched his current situation.

Sensing the disappearance of the strange force from Restriction, Chen Yili immediately opened his eyes and sat up.

In the narrow space, he slammed into the coffin lid unavoidably, making a crisp sound, and he only felt stares in his eyes.

He heard what Lan Jinpo and Wang Yin said just now, and he was very surprised about the ghost marriage at first.

These days, there is actually a ghost marriage! ?

Hearing the noise from inside the coffin, the four paper figurines looked at it curiously and continued on their way conscientiously.

Chen Yili tried to lift the lid of the coffin, but found that there was still a layer of prohibition formed by spells outside.

Almost without thinking, he passed the teleportation talisman for help to Gu Nianzi, and during the long journey, he also reported this place to the Yubai Office with reason.

After doing all this, Chen Yili wanted to ask the police uncle for help.

Feeling around, he found nothing, even changed his clothes.

Finally, he lay flat.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he felt that the coffin was being moved and he was being lowered down.

Then there was a sigh, and then the surroundings fell silent again.

Because of the lack of oxygen, Chen Yili couldn't take it anymore, so he put his hands on it and patted the coffin lid.

The restriction on the coffin lid disappeared at this moment, and Chen Yili was not polite, and directly and roughly lifted the coffin lid off with his feet.

Fresh air entered his lungs before he recovered.

Looking around, he saw that he had flipped the coffin lid over someone else's tomb, which was somewhat disrespectful.

Samsam walked over, and Chen Yili quickly took down the coffin.

He was taken to a seemingly luxurious cemetery. Red ribbons were hung on the surrounding trees, and a palm-sized paper-cut Double Happiness was hung on a few red threads.

Walking to the tombstone, he saw the name of the owner of the cemetery - You Hao.

He clasped his hands together and said, "What a bother."

"..."

"You shouldn't have come to Shi Mi Village." A man's soft voice came from the cemetery, saying so, but there was not much dissuasion in his tone.

"Isn't there no way back?" Chen Yili was not too scared, but complained in a low voice.

"Master Gu will come later, you stay here."

It seemed that he didn't want to talk to Chen Yili any more, so the tomb fell silent after saying this.

Chen Yili didn't intend to calm down, "Is there an old man named Ju Zhijun living in Shimi Village?"

"Yes."

After being affirmed, Chen Yili was convinced that he had gone to the right place.