After awakening the evil god, it was marked

The indistinct, cadence-free sound of chanting sutras could be heard again.

The fire seemed to be not far above his head, and it was ironing the top of his hair from far and near, burning a smell of protein.

When the chanting ended, he heard many people sigh together.

It was a rejoicing, a sigh of joy.

They patted their chests, hugged each other, beaming: "Success."

Immediately afterwards, Yan Zhijin heard someone cough again, and said in a forcibly majestic tone, "Start saluting."

Yan Zhijin heard another kind of reciting words without ups and downs, making people drowsy.

"...here today, we are celebrating a...wedding..."

Yan Zhijin suddenly opened his eyes.

The master of ceremonies who was standing not far above his head was taken aback, and stammered several times: "Li... Li..."

Yan Zhijin sat up with support, covered his forehead with one hand, and shook his head, trying to drive away the feeling of sleepiness.

He looked around and caught a few bright shadows from the flickering candles.

It was the auditorium he saw the day before, and all kinds of festive decorations and gorgeous flowers were hung around it again, covering the damaged scars left by the tragedy of the previous night.

Those who participated in the ceremony were still those who made the decision. Mr. Jin was watching him gloomyly and vigilantly at the door not far away.

He was constantly backing away, keeping others in front of him.

The master of ceremonies stood beside him in a daze, at a loss.

His face was pale, and the reminder card in his hand was crumpled into a crumpled ball.

Behind him, is the altar.

In addition to a pair of burning candles with the pattern of dragon and phoenix showing auspiciousness, there are several dishes on the altar.

The raw materials of the dishes can no longer be seen, only meat.

is a snake.

Yan Zhijin thought in her heart.

It was the snake that was killed the day before yesterday.

He pushed his palms, and wanted to sit up, but found that his legs were weak. After a little support, his body fell back and lay back in the hard cage.

The place where he was lying before was a coffin made of pineapple wood, with a red silk cloth under his body. This thin layer of cloth did not support the body at all. The temperature is taken away, and the ability to move is lost due to the low temperature.

Next to him was another coffin.

He was covered with a wedding dress made of paper, which broke in the middle because of his sudden movement just now.The originally pure and delicate paper wedding dress is now like a thousand paper cranes whose feathers have been cut off.

Mr. Jin saw that he was just bluffing, but he didn't have the strength to escape at all, so he walked out from behind several burly young men, patted his cuffs, and said, "Go on."

The driver responded tremblingly, and was about to continue reading when he found Yan Zhijin looking at him.

Yan Zhijin's eyes are that kind of very shallow, almost transparent, ice crystal color, with a mysterious and indescribable beauty that does not belong to human beings.

He looked at the master of ceremonies without blinking, like a delicate puppet with its limbs broken off.

The master of ceremonies shook his hand, and the microphone fell to the ground, making a sharp electric sound of "Zi--".

He forgot to pick up the microphone, but sat down on the ground with a plop.

"Turn that thing off!" Mr. Jin couldn't stand the noise, lowered his voice and looked at the people around him severely.

The person in front of him shivered, walked tremblingly to the side of the master of ceremonies, and unplugged the microphone directly.

When he passed Yan Zhijin, he turned his eyes uncontrollably and looked into the coffin.

He clearly said in his heart not to look, but he still turned his head involuntarily.

The person in the coffin stared at him motionlessly with a pair of crystal clear, pure, and emotionless silver eyes.

He exhausted his perseverance, so he didn't sit down on the ground like the master of ceremonies.

When he moved back to Mr. Jin's side with difficulty, the other party just glanced at him indifferently, and didn't even say a word of praise.

"If you don't read it, don't read it, as long as you want it." Mr. Jin waved his hand, "Send it directly to the new house."

No one moves.

No one wants to touch the coffin.

"What are you afraid of? He can't move now, and he is afraid that he will suddenly jump out and bite people?" Mr. Jin showed displeasure, and pointed at a few people, "You, you, and you, go carry that omega coffin, you , You, and you, are in charge of the old man. Hurry up and be careful, don’t touch the old man, the old man has a bad temper, which annoys the old man, and we will never even think about doing business properly for several generations.”

The few people he targeted looked at each other without moving.

"What are you doing standing there?" Mr. Jin said angrily, "Want to add more money?"

"Jin, Mr. Jin..." One of them raised his arm tremblingly, his voice was crying, "He...he is looking at us..."

Mr. Jin looked in the direction he pointed, and met Yan Zhijin's gaze.

The silver pupils, like some kind of natural ore, are constantly absorbing the surrounding light.

Even human beings will be crushed into fine powder, and then, with the wind, will be sealed into the ore.

He couldn't help but want to kneel down too.

"Just watch, what else can he do besides watching?" He spat, "I remind you, if the old man blames me for not being able to do this, not only me, but you also don't want to have a good life. I'm afraid He's watching? Can't you just cover his eyes?"

As he said, he tore off the white gauze from the side, covering Yan Zhijin's eyes.

As soon as Yan Zhijin's eyes were covered, everyone at the scene felt their shoulders lighten, and they chatted together: "That's right! It won't be long before his eyes are covered. You really deserve to be Mr. Jin."

"If you know it, move quickly." Mr. Jin said proudly after listening to the flattery.

The few people he pointed out before were gearing up and walked towards the two coffins in the middle of the auditorium.

The coffin was so heavy that it took four people to work together to barely get off the ground.

The wedding dress and white gauze inside the coffin were shaken off by the bumps.

Yan Zhijin's inorganic eyes were exposed again.

The men's hearts stopped for a moment, their hands suddenly became weak, and there was another heavy sound, and the coffin fell back to the ground.

The four of them sat on the ground blankly, staring blankly at the coffin.

"What are you doing?" Mr. Jin looked unhappy, and walked over again, "Isn't it just to carry a coffin..."

His voice stopped abruptly.

He saw a slender white hand stretched out from the coffin, grabbing his arm.

"What are you doing!" Mr. Jin growled, trying to shake his hand away.

This hand looked slender but powerful.Mr. Jin's face was blushing, and he didn't take out his hand. Instead, he was easily pulled closer to the coffin by that hand.

The young man who was originally lying in the coffin and unable to move did not know when he was standing beside the coffin, looking down at him.

Mr. King lay on his back in a coffin, covered with a torn paper wedding veil.

He opened his mouth wide and tried to stretch his arms, trying to escape from the coffin, but his arms were like cotton bags filled with water, and he couldn't lift them no matter what.

"I don't like coffins." Yan Zhijin said, "You like coffins, why don't you go in by yourself?"

Mr. Jin opened his mouth and made an "ahhh" sound, not knowing what he was talking about.

"If the old man's wishes are not fulfilled, he won't make your life easier in the underworld, right?" The young man spoke slowly, which should make people feel peaceful in normal times.

But others felt that he was a fish whose stomach had been ripped open. His voice was like a thin cotton rope, slowly rubbing against the ripped flesh.

"You think that if you don't serve the dead elders in the family well, he will punish you and damage your future business. Before your father died, he said that he wanted a young and beautiful omega to accompany him on the road, so you would do it no matter what. You want to hold this ghost marriage. If the dead female omega is not willing, then you can change it to a living one. A living person is much easier to control than a dead ghost."

"If this omega can't serve him well, you can torment him until the old man is satisfied. In this way, no matter how unhappy he is, he will only pester that omega. In short, you have fulfilled your filial piety."

With a light kick, Yan Zhijin kicked open another coffin next to him, picked up the middle-aged man's back collar, and pressed his face into the coffin: "You are so filial, why don't you go and accompany him yourself? It's father and son, the closest person, only you can serve him well. Isn't it touching that a father is kind and his son is filial?"

Mr. Jin was face down, twisting his neck like a drowning man, panting loudly, digging his fingernails into the wood of the coffin.

Inside the coffin is a paper doll in a suit. The paper doll has no facial features, but has broad shoulders and long legs. Wearing it in a suit, the paper doll looks taller and taller.

When Yan Zhijin saw the paper figurine, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly pressed the back of Mr. Jin's head, pressing his face onto the paper figurine's face: "It turned out to be a paper figurine. You didn't even invite your father." Do you come to the wedding in person? However, Mr. Jin was over 80 when he passed away. This paper man is not like him. You should remind him to face up to his age. Since it is a wedding, both parties always kiss to show the sweetness of their relationship .”

Mr. Jin: "Ka... ha... no..."

He tried desperately to turn his face away.

What appeared to be a gust of wind turned his head aside and slammed it hard against the edge of the coffin.

Mr. Jin rolled his eyes up and passed out.

"It seems that Mr. Jin also dislikes you."

After Yan Zhijin finished speaking expressionlessly, he straightened up and threw Mr. Jin aside.

He looked around, and the leaderless people stared at him blankly for a few seconds before realizing that they all moved to the corner of the wall to make way for the middle path.

Yan Zhijin didn't go out directly, but walked to the altar, picked up a few plates containing hot dishes, and poured them down.

The white meat in the plate aggregated and changed color during the falling process, forming a few small black snakes, spitting out letters.

Yan Zhijin picked up the little snake and said to the terrified crowd, "Also, don't catch wild snakes anymore. All wild snakes are three protected animals."

The little snakes intertwined with each other, turning into a complicated bracelet on his wrist.

With horrified eyes, he opened the door and walked into the night.

***

Yan Zhijin dragged his heavy body and walked upstairs to the room.

He checked just now, and he didn't have his mobile phone or ID with him, so he didn't know if he was in the house.

The villa has only three floors, so there is no elevator.

He walked very slowly, lying on the stairs to rest for a while every few steps.

The medicine didn't completely fail.He can move and talk, but his limbs are limp and weak, and he is more supported by his will.

The stairs were quiet, only his panting|breathing.

I don't know what kind of medicine Mr. Jin took. Not only is he feeling weak all over now, but he also feels itchy and numb in the palms and soles of his feet, as if someone was sweeping them with a feather.

The blood rushed to the cheeks, and the scorching heat almost melted the skin, turning it into a sweet and greasy berry juice.

Summer was over, but he was about to burn.

He barely made it to the third floor, stumbled to find the room, and flung himself on the bed.

Where is the mobile phone...the ID...

His fingertips touched something cold unexpectedly, which extinguished the burning flame in his body for a moment.

The paper figurine who was originally in the auditorium moved to his bed at some point.

The paper figurine has no facial features, yet Yan Zhijin faintly heard his laughter.

The paper man opened his arms, hugged him around the waist, turned over, and pressed him under him.

The paper man caressed his cheek, and the coolness seeped into the skin along the trajectory of the fingertips.

The cold touch failed to cool down the body temperature, but added more firewood to the flame moving in the blood, making it burn more violently.

Yan Zhijin's face was tense, suppressing his anger: "Yan Zhi, get down!"