Survival Paradox [Infinite]

"It's done!"

The witches dispersed in place, and Wei Chi saw himself in the bronze mirror.

Bright eyes and white teeth, eyes like spots of lacquer, a bright red collar embroidered with gold thread clustered around his snow-white neck, and gold leaves shone slightly shaking on his cheeks.

Pinch mom...it's a little bit nicer.

The little paper man poked out half of his round head from his neckline, and said joyfully, "Chi Chi! I like it!"

"I like a ghost." Wei Chi said heartily, raised his hand to catch it, but it slipped away like a slippery loach.

This little paper figurine looks so weak that it will die if you pull it, but it is extremely flexible. Just now when Wei Chi was being tossed by the group of happy women to change clothes, he was afraid that it would be torn by someone, but it slipped against his body and followed the group Xi Po was laughing and laughing, she had changed all her clothes, and it stayed on Wei Chi's body in good condition, and no one noticed.

It came out again against the back of Weichi's neck: "Chichi! I like it!"

Wei Chi rolled his eyes and could only let it go.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and it seemed that someone he called a "aunt" poked his head in: "The auspicious time has come!"

"Okay!" Xi Po replied high-pitched, and surrounded him again bustlingly. His face was squeezed up and down in the mirror, and then, with a "snap", his eyes were all red.

He was put on a red hijab.

Immediately, that burst of laughter that could lift the cap of the human body to the sky sounded again, and Wei Chi was pulled up in a hurry, completely engulfed to go out, and finally was stuffed into a narrow place.

"Get up!" a Xi Po shouted.

The world shook.

Then, Wei Chi heard the sound of suona, human voices, and cries, and someone howled in a mournful voice, "Great joy——"

The wedding sedan chair was quite narrow, perhaps because he was too big, so he could only curl up into a ball inside.The car shook violently, the surrounding noises were loud, and the red hijab covered him so he couldn't see ahead. After walking like this for a while, he felt motion sickness.

Time seemed to be shaken apart, and he gradually became a little unaware of the day and night.

After an unknown amount of time, the sedan chair stopped, and he felt someone pull him out again. A dark hand flashed past his vision, and then he heard the voice of his third cousin: "There are pigs at four o'clock." The demon is coming."

His voice was so small that he almost spoke next to Wei Chi's ear, and Wei Chi even felt that his mouth touched his ear through the hijab.

"Oh! Why is there a big man here?!" A happy wife said aggressively, "Even if it's the uncle at home, it shouldn't come to scold the newcomer at this time!"

There was another commotion, and the third cousin seemed to be dragged away.

"Come on, bride." Xi Po pulled Wei Chi to a place and said, "Stand up."

Wei Chi stood there for a while, feeling the movement of the people around him, and suddenly, the Xi Po next to him screamed again, making everyone's scalp go numb: "Go to court!"

Wei Chi was pushed another way, crossed two thresholds, and entered a room, the smell of food, wine, incense and paper money came over his face.

Then he felt that there were fewer people around him, and only one was left behind him.

He heard many small voices in the room. There seemed to be many people, but none of them made a sound, and the scene was eerily quiet.

He could see something protruding from the edge of the red hijab at the bottom. It was an incense table with many tributes on it, all made of paper.He also saw a big red flower hanging from the corner of a picture frame.

Just looking at that corner, he immediately remembered the whole picture of that photo—it was a photo taken by Ji Jingzhe at the entrance of the attached middle school when he was 15 years old. The boy stood in the spring and smiled brightly, and the world behind him was full of sunshine.That was the last time Grandpa Ji entered the provincial capital before he was alive, and he took a photo with Ji Jingzhe, and it was also the last photo Ji Jingzhe took before he jumped in height and surpassed Wei Chi.

Then he heard "da, da, da, da", like the sound of a bamboo pole hitting the ground. After a while, a pair of feet slightly suspended half an inch above the ground appeared in his sight.The trouser legs are bright red embroidered with golden cloud patterns, and the shoes are heavy platform shoes with exquisite embroidery.

A shrill male voice sang: "I have made a thousand wishes before my pillow. If I want to rest, I will wait for the green mountains to rot. The weights float on the water, until the Yellow River is completely dry. If I rest, I will not rest, and I will see the sun in the third watch."

The happy women in the front row suddenly started to howl like ghosts and wolves, crying and shouting: "Great joy——"

A shrill male voice: "One salute—"

Wei Chi was led by the person behind him and bowed in one direction.

"Second thanks to heaven and earth—"

Wei Chi was turned around and bowed again.

"Husband and wife greet each other—"

Wei Chi turned around again, facing those dangling feet.Suddenly, there was a surge of energy in his heart, and this energy seemed to go all the way to the person's spine, and he suddenly couldn't bend down.

Seeing that he didn't bow for a long time, Xi Po behind him pressed him again, but he still didn't bow.

The master of ceremonies shouted again: "Husband and wife pay respects—"

Wei Chi still didn't bend down.

Xi Po struggled for a long time not to push him down, and reminded in a low voice: "Bride, it's time to salute."

Wei Chi clenched his fist, but still didn't move.

The guests began to stir slightly.

In a place that Wei Chi couldn't see, the uniform smiling faces of the guests gradually cracked, turning into ghostly eyes that were about to tear apart.They stood up one by one, like a black swamp, they walked towards Wei Chi who refused to salute.

At this time, Wei Chi heard the voice of the little paper figurine: "Chi Chi..."

The little paper figurine climbed onto his ear, and under the cover of the red hijab, it unscrupulously scratched his ear, talking at zero distance.

It was originally Ji Jingzhe's voice, but the volume was not enough, so when it sounded close to his ear, there was an illusion that Ji Jingzhe himself was speaking in his ear.

It was very anxious, and said cautiously:

"It's too late, I like it."

"It's too late, love."

"Later, me, you."

"Chi Chi, I, love you."

Wei Chi had a sore nose.

Before that, he had been wondering, was this little paper figurine really Ji Jingzhe?

Although it did not harm him, it did put the ring on his hand... Everything it did before seems to be interpreted as - it wanted to complete the ghost marriage with him.

Is completing the ghost marriage a necessary condition for finding an exit, or is it Ji Jingzhe's obsession after becoming this little thing?Or, some kind of death hazard?

But at this moment, he heard its voice, so anxious, eager, and careful, he offered his whole heart to him, but was afraid that he would not want it.

He suddenly had no choice, he always had nothing to do with Ji Jingzhe.

He gritted his teeth and bent down.

While he was saluting, the mutated guests who were almost touching Wei Chi's shoulders sat back in an instant, regaining their amiable smiles and enjoying themselves.

The master of ceremonies struck some strange musical instrument: "Li Cheng——"

The mourning voices of the happy mother-in-law could be raised an octave higher: "Great joy——"

Wei Chi lowered his head, looking at the feet slightly hanging in front of him.

The master of ceremonies said again: "Hold your hand——"

A hand came out of his sight, lanky and pale with lavender veins visible.It hangs eerily low, a dead hand controlled by a bamboo pole fixed at the elbow.

Wei Chi recognized that this was Ji Jingzhe's hand, he was familiar with the shape of Ji Jingzhe's nails.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally took the hand lightly.

Cold and soft, this is indeed a dead hand.

Master of Ceremonies: "Although we have not grown old together, we should share the same acupoint—"

The little paper figurine muttered in his ear and practiced for a long time, finally straightened his tongue, and said it again: "Chi Chi! Get married!"

"I'll go on the Huangquan road first, and the white head is waiting on the Naihe bridge—"

Little paper man: "I, I love you!"

In this absurd and weird world, Wei Chi curled the corners of his mouth untimely.

"Enter the bridal chamber—"

The xi wives howled an octave higher, sounding like they were about to die: "Great joy——great joy—"

Wei Chi was dragged and pushed by a group of people again, and walked around. Judging by the feeling of the echo, he probably walked into another smaller room and was pressed to sit down somewhere.

After a while, the red in front of his eyes moved and was picked away.

He saw Ji Jingzhe sitting opposite.

Ji Jingzhe is 15 years old.

Ji Jingzhe, who hasn't grown tall yet, hasn't tanned yet, has white skin like snow, eyelashes like black feathers, is as pretty as an SD doll.

His eyes were closed tightly, lifeless, his body was manipulated by a person behind him with a bamboo pole, and Wei Chi's veil was removed.

The fat Xi Po with two red faces was giggling beside her, and brought two glasses of wine: "This is a joint cup of wine. After sharing the cups and drinking, the two of you will be together for a long time and never be separated."

There was another skinny old lady next to her, pinching her throat and saying, "Drink——"

Wei Chi suddenly remembered that bowl of "placenta soup", and Ji Jingzhe would not let him drink that soup even after transforming himself dozens of times and bleeding from the crevices of his bones... What about this wine?

He observed for a while, and in this room, apart from the dead "15-year-old Ji Jingzhe", there were two happy wives, one fat and one thin, and three people who manipulated "Ji Jingzhe".

Is it possible to run away?

At this time, the voice of the little paper figurine sounded beside his ears: "Chichi, drink."

While hesitating, Xi Po had already brought the wine in front of the two of them. "Ji Jingzhe" picked up a cup and held it in the air, waiting for him to hand over the cup.

The little paper man said again: "Chichi, don't be afraid."

Wei Chi was heartbroken, took the wine, entwined with "Ji Jingzhe" and drank the glass of wine.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh——" the two happy wives broke out into creepy shrill laughs, and then bowed in unison, "The night is long and the night of spring is short. I wish the two of you an early birth and a long life!"

After finishing speaking, he helped the person who controlled the bamboo pole move "Ji Jingzhe" onto the bed and went out.

As soon as they left, Wei Chi reached into his clothes and felt something on his chest. He wanted to take it out, but he didn't dare.

It's that limp little paper man.

Just now, when he was drinking, with the cover of his sleeves and "Ji Jingzhe" body, all the wine was sucked away by the little paper figurine, and he didn't drink a drop.

The body of the little paper figurine is cut out of paper similar to paper money. It has good water absorption, but when it is full of water, it becomes extremely fragile and unbelievably soft. If you don't pay attention, it will become a ball of paper paste.

And now, it is basically a puddle of paper.

It was stuck to his heart in tatters, and it was cold.

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