After pretending to be A, I was hugged by the national brother [Transmigration Book]

"..."

Zhong Xun felt that the strength of the hand holding him had increased a bit.

The light source for the entire small room is provided by the candlestick standing on the tribute stand in front of the coffin cover, and the few /short/small candles /inserted/on the candlestick are almost burnt out.

"Vice monitor, I have a bad feeling."

Fu Shiyan's face looked extremely deep against the faint candlelight. Before his words fell completely, a sharp, whining female voice sounded out without warning, as if responding to his words. The weird silhouette fell on the blood-stained wall, "I hate..."

The silhouette that was originally thought to be just to exaggerate the horror atmosphere gradually became clear. The blood-stained wall was not sealed, and a strand of long black hair leaked strangely from the gap between the bricks and stones.

"...Would this be too much?"

I don't know if he was frightened by the too shocking/sex/picture in front of him, Zhong Xun heard Fu Shiyan murmuring intermittently.

However, what neither of them expected was that this was just the beginning.

As if an unfamiliar mysterious force was driving behind it, more long black hair scrambled out from the gap, as if they couldn't bear such a forced squeeze, a brick was easily lifted It opened and hit the ground with a loud bang.

"..."

Without any mental preparation, Zhong Xun met the eyes of those bloodshot eyes hidden behind the wall.

However, before a person and an NPC at both ends of the wall looked at each other for a few seconds, Zhong Xun's vision was quietly blocked by the person beside him.

The warm touch fell on the eyelids, and his soft voice surrounded his ears, "It's okay."

The person who was so fragile just now, as if a gust of wind could blow him away, held his hand firmly at this moment. Although his sight was temporarily blocked, it was strange that Zhong Xun did not feel any similar On the contrary, he was able to draw some feeling called peace of mind from the intimate interlocking fingers of the two.

In fact, Zhong Xun was not frightened by this slightly abrupt stare at all.

Rather than being frightened, it is better to say that it was a moment of astonishment.

Even after seeing Fu Shiyan who was even more panicked than himself, Zhong Xun was able to calm down even more.

Since Fu Shiyan had finally overcome the temporary spell of fear because of himself, it wouldn't matter if he let him go a little bit.

In front of him was a precarious wall that might collapse at any time, and behind him was a locked door. In this small room, there was only one choice for shelter.

Thinking of the gap that seemed to be left on purpose, Fu Shiyan tried to push the wooden cover that hadn't been fully closed since the two of them entered the door. As expected, it was easily pushed open.

Apart from the bloody wedding dress that looked extremely scary at first glance, the interior design of the coffin seemed normal, and most importantly, it seemed to have enough space to accommodate two people.

The bricks and stones on that wall have fallen to the ground, and the NPC who played the role of /ghost/soul/ is almost going to reach them across the wall. Fu Shiyan put down the mask in front of Zhong Xun. He put his hand next to his ear and asked in a low voice, "What should I do? Do you want to hide in?"

Zhong Xun, who had regained his clear vision, glanced at the lid pushed away by Fu Shiyan, and nodded cautiously, "Then I'll go in first."

The boy's hands rested on the edge to support the entire center of gravity of his body, and with a little force on his palms, he jumped in.

In a daze, Fu Shiyan couldn't help but overlap the person in front of him with the figure who climbed over the wall beautifully a long time ago.

It's just that there are things that are not the same as that time.

After confirming that there seemed to be nothing unusual inside, Zhong Xun stretched out his hand to him.

Fu Shiyan silently hid the uncontrollable joy in his heart, and took his hand.

It was at this time that the NPC dressed as /ghost/soul/ finally broke through the last barrier.

Compared with the faint candlelight outside the room, the interior is completely silent and dark.

The NPC frantically slapped the lid of the two hiding places outside, as if they would never give up without creating a man-made hole outside.

"Aren't you afraid of these things since you were a child?"

Zhong Xun looked at the wooden board covered by the rich black color above his head, with a slight smile in his tone.

"...Calm down now before I start to feel scared."

Under the cover of this darkness, Fu Shiyan put all his eyes on Zhong Xun with peace of mind, and said nonsense in a serious manner, "Maybe the courage just now was lent to me by the adrenal hormone."

This distance is too close.

As long as you stretch out your hand a little, you can hold him in your arms at any time.

It's really too dangerous.

Compared to the NPC who couldn't possibly break into this place, he seemed to be a little more dangerous.

If Zhong Xun continues to indulge himself like this, how long can he endure it?

Zhong Xun was completely unaware of Fu Shiyan's messy thoughts at the moment, and his attention was attracted by the NPC outside who was still knocking on the door persistently.

According to common sense, Fu Shiyan and himself had already hid in the shelter where everyone basically reached a consensus in the haunted house that they would not continue to chase, but the people outside had no intention of leaving at all.

"give me……"

"give me!!!"

Zhong Xun listened carefully to the movement outside for a while, although she couldn't yell clearly, Zhong Xun could still hear what she was yelling.

...Give her something?

Just when Zhong Xun was about to figure it out, Fu Shiyan quietly moved something close to his eyes, "Is it this?"

The eyes had gradually adapted to the darkness in the entire space as before, Zhong Xun took a closer look, and what Fu Shiyan was holding was the blood-stained wedding dress that they had seen when they entered the room.

"It can only be this."

Zhong Xun thought for a while, although he didn't listen very carefully when he introduced the plot, but judging from the theme of ghost marriage and the scene of the struggle against the cannibalistic feudal ethics that they saw along the way, the red body seemed to be red. The festive wedding dress is also a heavy shackle on those women who are bound and persecuted.

Why is she so obsessed with this wedding dress that once oppressed her?

"Give it to her."

Even though Zhong Xun still couldn't understand her motives, he nodded lightly, and worked together with Fu Shiyan to open a tiny gap, and sent out this brand-new wedding dress stained with blood.

After actually receiving what he wanted, the NPC over there really calmed down, and he didn't do the crazy beating behavior like before. Just when Zhong Xun thought everything would be settled like this, the incomparable The dedicated NPC suddenly laughed like crazy.

And accompanied by this burst of crazy laughter, there was also the sound of the cloth being torn.

Only then did Zhong Xun understand why she was so obsessed with this wedding dress.

——She wants to tear off the shackles that were forcibly imposed on her by others with her own hands.

The author has something to say: At the end of the last chapter, a reader’s brain hole after seeing the wedding dress: Seeing this plot...a small sand sculpture theater popped up in my mind...

Xiao Gong rushed over and pulled off the wedding dress, and then asked Xiao Shou: I want to see the deputy squad leader try on this wedding dress, can you show me (dog eyes) hhhh

↑The above is from my copy and paste [ntm]

In fact, the reading comprehension of the wedding dress: anti-imperialist and anti-feudalism, for some plots in the following [? ] foreshadowing

Fu Shiyan: nmd, refund the money! ! !

Gentlemen, I'm going to write the fairy tale of the unit drama [No! ! ! 】The next chapter must end the amusement park 【Pain Mask】