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Following the order of Yin Media, a few tall villagers came in instantly outside the door.

One of them had a scar that hadn't healed diagonally across his face.

Yu Ran recognized that this was the big man who insulted and tortured Feng Yue to death.

The visitor was aggressive, staring at the two of them fiercely, and because of the ferocious expression of the man in front, he did not act rashly for a while.

Yan Shiche's animal-like nerves sensitively sensed the malice of the people around him, his muscles tensed, and he was ready to go.His body leaned forward slightly, bringing Yu Ran into his protection range from an invisible angle.

The people around him patted him on the shoulder, Yan Shiche looked back, Yu Ran shook his head at him disapprovingly.

"Wait and see." Yu Ran said softly.

He raised his hands pretending to sigh, and against the sinister gaze of the evil spirit, he let the villagers tie him up extra meekly.

The whole process took less than ten seconds, and finally raised those green eyes to look at Yan Shiche, asking him to cooperate.

Yan Shiche: ...

The man pursed his lips expressionlessly, and let the villagers tie their wrists behind their backs with hemp ropes, and were pushed out of the ancestral hall together with Yu Ran.

In the small courtyard, Cheng Xiyou and Qu Rui were also bound hands and feet and thrown under the locust tree.

Cheng Xiyou sighed decadently when he saw them being tied up.

"go!"

Yu Ran was pushed heavily by the big man behind him, and staggered into Yan Shiche in front.

"..." The nose hurts.

The young man immediately stabilized his balance. Yan Shiche looked back with a cold face, just in time to see the villagers pulling the hemp rope and pushing and shoving the employer.

"What are you looking at, be careful that I will dig out your eyeballs!"

The big man was startled by Yan Shiche's cold eyes, and then he cursed.

His voice was loud, as if he was trying to ignore his subconscious fear just now by this method.

Those eyes are even scarier than the hungry wolves in the mountains.

When he looked at it again angrily, Yan Shiche had already turned his head, and walked under the locust tree side by side with the young man.

Yinmei stood among the villagers, her face was like a melted candle, sticking to the skeleton.

"I have reminded you many times... many times... you are not allowed to enter the west wing..." she said darkly.

"You bloody, rule-breaking outsiders, why can't you just stay in your room?"

There was another whoo-ho from the mouth of the yin medium, whimpering like an organ leaking air.

Her cloudy, yellow eyes were bloodshot, and she stared at them with a chilling expression.

"Since you are so disobedient, then..." she said angrily, "Leave them all here! No one can escape!"

She summoned two villagers behind her, "Tie them together for me, leave someone to watch over them, and don't let them slip away."

"Also," the dark media pointed to Shen Tongyu who was hoisted up in the guide's wing, "Take him away, there are still many things to be dealt with with him today..."

After speaking, a few big men came over and tied them together in groups of two with ropes as thick as their wrists, binding their hands back to back to prevent them from escaping.

Yu Ran leaned against Yan Shiche's back, his waist was forced to straighten.

After they saw the shadow medium leave the ancestral hall, Yan Shiche said, "You can relax a little bit, boss."

He took the initiative to bend down and let the other party lie on his back.

Yu Ran is not used to having large-scale physical contact with others, but this did make him feel better.

"Oh, that, let's talk..." Cheng Xiyou coughed twice, and asked in a low voice, "How did she know that you went to the west wing yesterday?"

"I don't know." Yu Ran said casually, "But I ran into Twenty-Three yesterday..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but Cheng Xiyou's interest was immediately aroused.

"Twenty-Three? Did she bite you? Hey, isn't she crazy? She can talk? Is she crazy or not? Is she pretending?" A series of questions popped up like peas.

"..." Yu Ran pursed his lips, reflecting on himself, he shouldn't have started this chatterbox.

"Hey, what are you talking about, please be quiet!" Before he could think of an excuse to prevaricate, the villager who was carrying the corpse on the other side cursed.

He took Shen Tongyu off the beam, and his face and hands were covered with blood, which looked particularly frightening.

Cheng Xiyou immediately closed his mouth, only a pair of flexible eyeballs kept winking at Yu Ran.

Yu Ran ignored him.

The villagers lifted the corpse onto the wooden plank neatly with their hands and feet, dripping thick blood all the way, and transported it away.

Just when they passed by Yu Ran and his group.

The wooden board was tripped by the uneven brick floor and shook, Shen Tongyu's head was turned to the side, revealing a pair of blue eyes that could not rest in peace.

Like the eyes of a fish.

Tonight is Feng Yue's first seven days, so there must be no peace.

There are still 17:45:31 seconds before the end of the task, and there is a time difference of 34 seconds from the cooling time for answering the questions. Yu Ran can guarantee that he can answer all the questions within this time, but he cannot guarantee that the shadow media will kill them Stay until then.

As soon as Feng Yuetou arrived, she would marry Shen Tongyu. She died at midnight, and they were only given 15 minutes until the end of the mission. Become a god.

The rest slowly intermarried with the villagers and were gradually assimilated.

It is true that none of them can escape.

While Yu Ran was thinking, he suddenly smelled a strange fragrance.

The faces of several villagers in the courtyard were covered with white cloth, only their eyes were exposed. They held a handful of lit incense in their hands, and the smell came from the curling smoke.

The smoke mixed in the air and penetrated everywhere, Yu Ran's head suddenly became groggy, and then he couldn't remember anything clearly.

Yu Ran was awakened by a sharp gong.

He opened his eyes in a trance, because of the exhaustion and hypnotic fragrance last night, he slept for an extra long time this time.

The night was thick, and the moon in the sky evoked a layer of dark red fur. Through the thin clouds, it cast an ominous halo in the courtyard.

The surroundings are all festive red, bright silks and satins are hung under the eaves of the wing houses, and several dim yellow lanterns are hung high, and the Chinese character "囍" can be seen written on them through the light.

The gate of the ancestral hall was opened, and the statue looking past had been repainted by someone. The black and blue eyes drooped stiffly, making a look of pity for all living beings from above, and they fell on the two figures in wedding robes in front of the hall.

The bride and groom stood with their heads bowed. Their necks had been broken long ago, and they were lifted and hung up with ropes.

The courtyard in front of the hall was full of villagers. The village chief and the yin medium sat firmly on the upper seat of the ancestral hall, with a pair of yin and yang coffins in front of them.

Between the coffins is an altar, on which are a bowl of chicken blood, a pair of scissors, and a smoldering incense burner.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, even the sound of breathing turned into nothingness, only the rustling of the cold wind on the withered locust trees proved that they were not deaf.

The wedding ceremony hasn't started yet.

Yu Ran glanced at the time, there was less than half an hour left.

He has been stunned for so long...

He looked to the side, and saw that the two members of the same team were still dizzy and fell beside the tree, not waking up for the time being.

Suddenly, a tingling itch came from his palm, Yan Shiche turned his back to him, and scratched his hand.

Yu Ran turned his head slightly, only to see a section of stiff hair curled up next to the other's ear.

【Are you okay? 】

Yu Ran hesitated for a moment, writing on his open palm.

[No, that level of ecstasy incense still doesn't fascinate me. 】Yan Shiche's strokes are a bit sloppy, but Yu Ran barely understands them.

Zheng——

A gong sounded again in the small courtyard, and a cold wind blew up. The surrounding lanterns immediately became bright and dark, and the fire core inside was blown tottering.

The bone-piercing chill hit the ancestral hall all the way from the barrier wall, the sparks on the incense burner suddenly lit up, and soon a section of bloated ash fell.

Back to life.

The wind in the mountains whimpers, and the moonlight weeps blood.

Yu Ran frowned, and quickly wrote a sentence in Yan Shiche's palm.

[Can you untie the rope? 】

[Yes, now? 】

【Wait--】

Yu Ran snapped at his fingertips.

Suddenly, the dim yellow candlelight was extinguished by the dark wind, and the blue flames lit up one by one.

The villagers all looked in the direction of the ancestral hall.

"The door to return to the soul has been opened, and the wedding ceremony has officially begun..."

The shadow medium stood up and waved.

Several villagers worked together to lift out a two-meter-high and one-meter-wide statue, and placed it in the courtyard not far from Yu Ran and them.

"Open." Yin medium said.

Immediately, the statue was divided into two parts from the side, and a strong stench was pungent, and the inside of the gloomy wood was smeared with chicken blood, which had dried up and solidified blackly on it.

The smoldering premonition is even worse.

The shadow medium raised the black and cracked nail, pointed at them, "Put it in, one nail at a time, and the portrait will be sealed immediately after the seven black nails are nailed."

Before the words were finished, two villagers stepped forward to roughly support Yu Ran and Yan Shiche, and pushed them into the statue.

"...Brother Yu?" Cheng Xiyou happened to wake up, and when he opened his eyes, he was shocked by the strange picture in front of him, stammering, "What, what are you going to do?"

"What are you doing?" The villager sneered, "It's you who broke the balance in the village, and now it's natural to pay off your debts."

After he finished speaking, the two villagers worked together to stuff them into half of the statue.

Yu Ran's eyelashes trembled, and he calculated in his heart the most suitable time to escape.

One gong and one nail, the interval between the first gong and the second gong he heard when he woke up was exactly 5 minutes, and now it has been three minutes and ten seconds since the second gong.

There were eighteen minutes left on their mission, and he needed to delay his action for as long as possible, lest there should be an accident.

Of course, Yu Ran didn't want to get a nail in vain, he quickly wrote on Yan Shiche's palm.

[Untie the rope. 】

At the same time, Yu Ran was staring at the time on the screen, ten seconds... five seconds... three seconds before the third gong sounded...

one second...

Zheng——

With the piercing sound of the gong, the cold light from the nail tip flashed towards Yu Ran's eyes.

He choked for breath, his heart seemed to be tightly grasped...and then released heavily.

Blood color instantly floated on the young man's cheeks, he was thrown to the ground by the man behind him, and the long nail slammed into the statue.

If he couldn't dodge in time, his skull would have already been nailed to it.

"Catch them!"

Yan Shiche suddenly pulled Yu Ran up from the ground, and dragged him behind him.

The villagers who were facing the ancestral hall turned their heads in unison after hearing the shouts. Their heads almost turned 180 degrees, their faces were pale and expressionless, like a row of paper figurines.

"..." Cheng Xiyou was so frightened that he could hardly speak.

Yan Shiche drew out his dagger, and cut the ropes around him and Qu Rui, "Take care of her."

On the other side, the yin medium picked up the chicken blood on the altar and put it into his mouth, and sprayed it on the two newcomers in front of the hall against the gloomy ghostly aura.

Some drops of blood landed on the wooden host of the altar, and were sucked in instantly.

She picked up the scissors, cut a strand of hair from each of the bride and groom, tied them together with a red string, and burned them slowly on the candle.

"The resentment has been eliminated, pray to heaven and earth!"

The rope tied to the corpses of Feng Yue and Shen Tongyu was looped around the beam, and the other end was led by the villagers. They loosened the knot slightly amidst the yin medium's order.

The head of the corpse was affected by gravity and fell down suddenly.

Zheng——

There was another mournful sound of the gong.

The dark wind howled like an angry ghost, blowing the lanterns and red silk totteringly.

"Baigaotang—"

The rope was slightly taut, like a puppet show, changing the direction of the newcomer, facing the creepy and terrifying statue, and knocked down.

"Stop them." Yu Ran stared at the angry candles, "The gate of life has been broken."

Yan Shiche twisted his wrist, kicked away the villagers who rushed towards them, and went straight to the ancestral hall.

The newcomer who was still paying homage paused, turned his head around, and looked straight at him.

The gray and black corpse was even more terrifying in the dark red wedding robe, with sharp teeth cracked, standing straight in front of the door.

Yan Shiche didn't dodge at all, the dagger in his hand turned into a sharp light, and cut the rope that hung the corpse. There was no support, and these shriveled things were just two pieces of flesh wriggling on the ground, without the slightest threat.

The man caught a stern look from the underworld.

The plump neck that was bulging and hidden in the clothes suddenly elongated like a goose, just like it had been coiled inside the clothes before, and finally found an opportunity to come out to breathe, and it grew to a length that humans cannot have.

The neck seemed to have self-awareness, shaking around, only a dead-faced human head hung from the top.

The mouth on the head opened densely packed sharp teeth, biting Yan Shiche.

The man has a strong figure, constantly avoiding the nimble neck and the shark-like broken teeth in his mouth.

With expressions like paper dolls, the villagers slowly approached the three Yu Ran in the courtyard.

Cheng Xiyou was about to cry with Qu Rui on his back, his legs were so frightened that he was about to run out while pulling Yu Ran's sleeves.

"Wait." Yu Ran kept watching everything in the ancestral hall, and soon discovered the clue.

No matter where Yan Shiche attacked or evaded, Yin Qi stood firmly in place, motionless, as if he was guarding something.

"Kill that incense stick!" Yu Ran shouted, and was suddenly strangled by the villagers who rushed up.

Yan Shiche immediately turned around and saw Yu Ran frowning at him, his face was already flushed, "Go... to extinguish the incense!"

Without hesitation, he passed through the crowd at a superhuman speed, and kicked the head of the man who was strangling Yu Ran fiercely.

There was a crisp sound of the spine breaking, and the villager immediately opened his mouth limply and fell to the ground, blood oozing from his eyes, mouth and nose.

Yu Ran hoarsely said, "I told you to extinguish the incense..."

Before he finished speaking, hot fingertips suddenly pinched his chin, Yan Shiche's beautiful and fierce face suddenly magnified in front of his eyes, his dark eyes seemed to be on fire, and he said coldly:

"Boss, my first job is to keep you alive."

"Put your teenage temper in check first."

He glanced across the strangle marks on Yu Ran's neck where the old wound hadn't healed and a new one was added, he raised his knuckles and rubbed them, which made the other party flinch.

He sneered lowly.

"Do you still know the pain?"

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Yu Ran: How dare he murder me?

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