Human dimension reduction

The bridesmaids stood guard at the door, beating small drums in their hands, and the uniform voice was urging the brides to go out. With their beating, the gongs and drums that were still far away were getting closer and closer, and the sky and the ground rose grandly. There was a rain of money, but the money was all white paper money.

The falling white paper money and the scarlet cloth on Xishi's body set off each other, and even this high-spirited joy became eerie and treacherous. Most of the facial features on Xishi's cheeks covering the head and face were completely rotten, and the cloth wrapped around a shriveled human body. When the gongs and drums floated to the front, a shallow pit was suddenly sunken in the center of the tightly covered fabric, as if the people below opened their mouths——

"Blessed by the gods, the auspicious time has come, the bride is going out—"

This was originally an extremely festive remark, and the sixteen brides opened their mouths in unison and shouted loudly, but the rotten vocal cords had long since lost their elasticity, the air was blown by the lung cavity and rushed into the throat, and scraped out from the rotten flesh The noise rolled into a sharp and unknown howl like a wild animal one after another.

The sound of gongs and drums is getting closer, almost playing against the fence of the yard. Fog is blowing from the yellow mud floor. In the fog, the two teams on the left and the right meet each other on a narrow road. There are a few red wedding sedan chairs, the right team is dressed in linen and filial piety, and the white-faced musicians are blowing the suona hoarsely. There are several tall horses in the team, and there are big flowers made of snow-white and dark blue silk and satin on their foreheads.

Joy, sorrow, and music collided without showing any weakness, and the music became more and more sharp and high-pitched, and the absurd tone went to the point of horror that made the spine tingle.

"—Welcome to the bride—"

The team on the right, dressed in sackcloth and filial piety, raised their voices, urging them like hanging voices.

"—Welcome to the bride—"

The team on the left with red and colorful faces also raised their voices, not to be outdone.

"This is the characteristic folk custom of your country? I've heard of it, it's called marriage snatching, isn't it?" A clear child's voice with a changing voice sounded behind Zhang Zi, Zhang Zi turned his attention away from the window and nodded gently: "Your Majesty the King."

Edward raised a hand and simply stopped her from standing up to salute, and supported the heavy crown on his head, his face was gloomy: "I hope this farce can end as soon as possible, in fact, you invited me to come to participate in Huaxia During the New Year's Eve, they didn't tell me that this would happen to me..."

Looking at the horrific scene outside the window, he summed it up briefly and as politely as possible: "...a scene full of ethnic characteristics."

As soon as he finished speaking, Vincent left the room at some time and came back, throwing a few sets of wedding clothes on the dressing table: "Thank you for your support, I have sent out all the tourists who strayed here ,so--"

All the people present were smart people, and they understood what he meant in an instant. The little king subconsciously dodged back when the wedding clothes that exuded an ominous smell were thrown over him. Only then hummed lightly.

A flower girl in a small town, a swan bride in a ballet skirt, a black widow in a pure black dress... The shadowy human figures are gradually solidified and clear in the faint halo, and women with different styles are curiously looking at the woman in front of them. environment, there are also a few men like Elianola who either have no lower limit of integrity or have no gender awareness.

Sitting in the distance, Xie Zhuo tried his best to maintain his demeanor: I won't say anything else, why am I in this camp?

The flower seller picked up a wedding dress and looked at it curiously. The black widow picked up the long red dress with one finger, gently brushed her plump lips painted bright red, and the dark blue eyes under the brim of the hard mesh hat Qi Qi: "Wow, what a bold color, it's been a long time since I met...a man who wants to marry me, so interesting."

She flirtatiously gesticulated the long skirt on her body, and her exquisite body showed a smooth curve like a crescent moon, which was so beautiful that it was fascinating.

After they changed their clothes, the bride at the door couldn't wait any longer. She pushed the door open with a clatter, and the drum in her hand beat so quickly that it was about to pierce her eardrums.

"Going out - going out - auspicious time!"

The happy corpses repeated the same words in their throaty voices, and when the bride inside came out slowly, they couldn't wait to cover her head with the red cloth they had prepared for a long time——

Cover up——

Cover, cover...can't cover.

The shriveled and thin Xishi was a stooped old lady before her death, and the bride in front of her...was actually a little bit taller than ordinary people.

Well, maybe more than a little bit.

The mortician, who is more than 1.8 meters tall, lowered his eyes to see this shallow zombie jumping twice in front of him, and was indifferent to the embarrassment of the old man. In fact, he did not intend to make things difficult for others, but... This attraction provides The wedding dresses are probably in size XL, which can meet the requirements of most women, but for a man with tall legs, long shoulders, wide waist and thin waist, it is a bit cramped.

Lan Yin felt that if he bent down, the fabric behind his shoulders might collapse miserably. He refused to walk with Lorraine in a tattered dress, and he would never accept that he appeared in front of Lorraine. This is ugly, absolutely.

After he and Xishi stared at the shroud for a while, Vincent couldn't take it anymore, walked out from behind him, pulled the red cloth from Xishi's hand neatly, and covered his head tightly. Lane's face.

The happy corpse made a gurgling sound like a worm squeezed in satisfaction, and Vincent quickly grabbed the red cloth from another approaching happy corpse and covered his head.

The undertaker put down his half-raised hand with some regret.

Xie Zhuo at the back couldn't see what was going on in front of him. Zhang Zi took his hand and guided him in a low voice. The gentle and refined son of an aristocratic family has always been good at caring for others. He not only lowered his head so that Xi Shi could touch him , and bent down a little, as if in front of him was really an old man who needed to be taken care of.

The other brides after Xie Zhuo were more cooperative. Except for the black widow who glared at the unknown red cloth with disgust, the other "brides" put on their red hijabs honestly and lined up in the courtyard. a row.

The red and white teams were at a stalemate, and the music was so shrill that it gradually became difficult to hear the tune. Through the gap in the hijab, Zhang Zi counted the number of sedan chairs and horses in the two teams, and they were all sixteen, which happened to correspond to the number of brides. .

Logically speaking, the bridegroom rides a horse to greet the bride, and the bride rides a sedan chair. No matter how you look at it, they should be on the festive red team, but listening to the music of the suona, which is as sharp as a ghost, she feels that neither side looks so auspicious.

I don't know who moved first, the sixteen brides walked to the white team silently through the flying paper money, and each of them chose a horse to sit on.

The selected funeral team immediately began to play and sing happily, while the unsuccessful red team stared at the brides on horseback with sinister eyes for a while, green will-o’-the-wisps lit up in their empty eye sockets, and the suona sound of resentment followed like a shadow again floating up.

When the sixteen brides were all seated, the horse-handler in sackcloth and filial piety led the reins and walked into the mist with the musicians. As they walked deeper and deeper, the suona suddenly became far and near, and the crowd surrounding the procession seemed to blend into the mist. In the mist, living human bodies turned into thin paper figurines, with scraps of paper falling down in a rustle.

Lan Yin is most familiar with funeral supplies like paper figurines. He moved his body on the horse, and a round cut paper figurine with a big head slipped out of his sleeve and stuck to the paper figurine leading the horse as if consciously. On his body, the opponent froze all over, and his hands and feet froze a few times, but he quickly returned to normal.

"Miaowang Castle..."

Lan Yin read in a low voice the sentence that was eavesdropped on the paper figurine. The paper figurine was hollow and simple-minded, so it could only repeat the most impressive orders foolishly. Miao Wang Baozi was the most impressive place for this paper figurine.

The suona opened the way, paper money rewarded the gods, and the welcoming team wore hemp and filial piety and brought the sixteen brides to Miaowang Fortress. In the open space outside the circular castle, the sixteen sedan chairs they rejected just now were lined up neatly.

"Here comes the bride! Here comes the bride!"

The paper figurines who received the marriage dispersed suddenly, and hundreds of women also wearing red wedding dresses and hijabs poured out of the bunker, squeezing 16 people away. After a while, the open space was filled with identical brides.

"Happy!—"

A voice that was too shrill to distinguish between male and female shouted.

The curtains of the sixteen wedding sedan chairs were opened, and the bridegrooms who had been tossing all the way were invited down in a daze. When they looked up, there were hundreds of brides standing upright.

To be honest, the impact of this scene is a bit big.

There is no joy that one plus one equals two, but full of creepy horror - who knows what those extra brides are.

A silver safety lock was stuffed into their hands, apparently for them to give to their chosen bride.

The Baozi Exception, which was so noisy to the point of boiling just now, was completely silent in an instant, but there was no sound heard in a large occasion with thousands of people. Countless pairs of black eyes stared at their every move. Normal people would definitely be scared out of their wits here. orifice.

But it just so happens that none of the people here are normal people.

The Duke pulled the neckline of his gown unaccustomed, and walked into the mighty group of brides first, followed by the Sardinian Assassin who wanted to compete with him with a strange competitive spirit.

The priest who stood out from the crowd in height gave full play to his innate advantages, and he had a panoramic view of half of the bride group at a glance. The honey-skinned son of the forest beside him was unhappily pulling at the corner of his long gown—this kind of clothes is very important to the bride. For him who likes to run wild in the jungle, it is too restrained. In case of danger, he can't throw a javelin. The super inspiration obtained from the birth of wild beasts gave him a cold danger that he has never experienced. He doesn't like it very much. scene.

He wants to go back to his big forest, he wants to run with lions and cheetahs, and hunt with wolves.

What bride is he not interested in!Don't want to have cubs either!

He followed behind the priest with a bitter face, his invisible ears drooped, and he took a step forward listlessly.

The grooms did not get any practical props in Damiao Village. They were caught by the sedan chair after they escaped from the siege of paper figurines. Vincent stole the tourists out of the sedan chair and threw them to the periphery of the black hole without anyone noticing. They put their companions in one by one, wasting time on the way.

The ghost brides stood motionless and accepted the scrutiny. As long as the groom lifted their hijabs, they would become each other's brides, and they could leave with them, and then... stay together for a long time.

Without the help of the flowers from Damiao Village, no one can pass this level smoothly. The end of the whole army is usually wiped out. The bridegroom who died after being devoured by the ghost bride will become the evil spirit of King Miao’s castle, wandering here day and night, In the end, it became an unaware paper figurine.

And they can eat the freshest and most delicious——

The—the?

The ghost brides' minds were stuck in place.

The onlookers also stared wide-eyed.

The sixteen grooms went straight to the sixteen brides as if they were blessed by a god, and without any hesitation, they directly put the safety locks in their hands into the bride's hands.

This process is actually not easy.

Except for a gentle "bride" like Xie Zhuo who obediently took the safety lock and thanked her, some brides with special temperament even tried to break the groom's wrist while taking the safety lock.

The small-scale war started without gunpowder and ended without a sound. The Sardinian assassin grinned and took the hand that was dislocated by Vincent. He made a face at him, and he just said, for the sake of His Majesty the King, how could His Majesty's lover hit him hard!

The eunuch tossed the safety lock in his hand, smiled sweetly at the still dejected child of the forest, comforted the listless beast king with ease, and licked his lips: "How long are we going to stay here? I'm a little hungry .”

Still wearing a scarlet cloak, the little king silently appeared, holding the lantern belonging to the undertaker in one hand, and the mad doctor's scalpel in the other hand, blowing off a little scrap of paper on the tip of the knife : "Okay, all the alienated bodies are here, and you can go back to have the New Year's Eve dinner after cleaning up."

These words sounded like a festive horn. The Son of the Forest let out a joyous cheer first, raised his hand three or two times and tore off the long gown that bound him, revealing his smooth honey-colored muscles. Next to the three ghost brides who were standing still, the evil ghost let out a stern roar, took off the cumbersome wedding dress, and the blue-faced fangs grabbed the young man who had ruined their skins, but the ghost claws were stopped by an ebony walking stick.

"Your opponent is here."

The mad doctor smiled politely, took a step back, stretched out a hand holding a spell, and lightly pasted the spell on the evil spirit. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the priest who was still holding the cross and chanting prayers slowly. , raised his eyebrows: "Good way."

The priest retrieved the cross from a burnt paper figurine, and gently pushed the paper figurine to its companions. Seeing the fire spreading suddenly, the compassionate priest sighed softly: "May you be in the arms of the Lord." live forever."

Although there were many alienated monsters inside and outside Miaowang Castle, they couldn't hold back their sweeping like a meat grinder. In less than half a day, all the monsters in the corners were taken out and poured with holy water, and died miserably.

Miao Wang Baozi, which was cleaned up by violent means, is only left with festive red eyes and a wedding shed set up for guests.

The small world that lost all its aborigines began to collapse, and the gloomy wind was filled with the temperature of the sun. After a fight, the energetic son of the forest stretched his handsome and wild eyebrows, jumped onto the gate of the fort, and went inside Take a look: "Wow, so much food! Do you want to have a party!"

Indeed, the food used for holding the wedding banquet and entertaining the guests had just been baked, and it still exuded a steaming warm fragrance. The guests and the host were taken away in one pot, and the remaining dozens of tables of dishes naturally became ownerless.

"Wasting food is shameful."

The priest entered the gate and spoke to the people behind.

Men and women in wedding attire walked in one after another, each found a place to sit down, and the room was full of joy and excitement.

Does the first seat belong to the newcomer...it is occupied by a certain Onmyoji and his inner prince. No one has any opinions on this arrangement.

Next to them was a young man who was the master of ceremonies. He was wearing a simple white shirt, his slightly long black hair was neatly combed, the corners of his lips were turned up, and his smile was very faint and real.

"Happy New Year!"

I don't know who yelled loudly, and the cheers suddenly lifted the silent sky.

Happy Chinese New Year, family reunion.

The master of ceremonies raised his glass lazily and said his toast.