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Huo Jilin slowly opened his eyes and opened Wang Kaixuan's hand, with a happy look on his face.

Hu Bayi could not hide his doubts: "Brother Huo, what are you thinking about? You look very happy."

Huo Jilin looked at the corpses on both sides who were still playing musical instruments, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Silver bottle suddenly broke and water splashed, and the iron cavalry rushed out with swords and guns. At the end of the song, be careful to draw the plectrum, and the sound of the four strings is like a torn silk! Well played!"

Hearing Huo Jilin's words, several people were stunned for a moment.

Wang Kaixuan's face twitched a few times: "Master Huo, did I hear it wrong? You still have time to enjoy music?"

Shirley Yang swallowed her saliva: "Fatty, you heard it right."

Hu Bayi smiled: "Brother Huo is really, always so calm."

Suddenly, the music stopped.

"Dong!"

The drummer struck the drum once and shouted in a majestic voice: "It's time! Welcome the bride!"

"Dong! Dong!"

The drummer struck the drum twice more, and the musicians on both sides shouted together: "Mid-July! Welcome the bride! Don't worry about your relatives!"

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"

This time, three drums sounded, and the drummer and the musicians shouted together: "The bride is here, it's a good time, don't miss the good time!"

After speaking, the group of mummies turned their heads to Huo Jilin and his group. ,

Huo Jilin seemed to see a cold light flash in the eyes of the leading drummer.

At this moment, a thick white fog came in, covering the group of people in the white fog.

The white fog was filled with a strong sandalwood scent, which made people a little dizzy.

The white fog came quickly and went quickly. After a while, the white fog dissipated.

Wang Kaixuan waved his hand under his nose: "Puh! What's that smell? It makes me dizzy!"

But at this time, Wang Kaixuan found that everyone was there except Shirley Yang.

The next second, Wang Kaixuan looked at the ground and immediately found Shirley Yang who had fallen to the ground at some point.

Wang Kaixuan panicked and immediately squatted down and began to shake Shirley Yang:

"Shirley Yang! What's wrong! What's wrong with you! Wake up!"

"Hey! If you don't wake up! Old Hu and I will take you as a gift!"

"Don't scare us! Get up quickly!"

Hu Bayi was also extremely anxious and took Shirley Yang from Wang Kaixuan's hand: "Shirley Yang! What's wrong with you!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

At this time, the drums in the tomb sounded again, one after another, which was even more shocking than before.

The music on both sides also sounded, and the fingers of the musicians swung quickly.

If the music just now was like the sound of nature, making people feel like they were in a prosperous cocktail party.

Then the music this time was like putting people in a battlefield where killing was in progress.

The sound of the pipa and suona was like the neighing of war horses.

It almost pierced the eardrums of several people.

The drummer shouted excitedly from above:

"Mid-July! Marry the bride! Friends and relatives are crying!"

"The good time has come! The good time has come! Farewell to my hometown on the stage of looking back!"

"The auspicious time has come! Wear the black clothes! The fate is over on the Naihe Bridge!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

After the drummer shouted, he hit the drum three times heavily.

Wang Kaixuan blocked his ears, his facial features shrank together: "What the hell is this! Why do you have to cry for a wedding!"

Huo Jilin had a stern face and slightly opened his thin lips: "The Mid-Autumn Festival, the Heartbroken Cry, the Hometown Platform, the Naihe Bridge, this is not an ordinary wedding, it is a wedding between the living and the dead."

Hu Bayi looked at Shirley Yang, whose face was beginning to turn purple in his arms, and was obviously a little panicked: "Ghost marriage?"

Huo Jilin nodded.

Wang Kaixuan pointed at Shirley Yang with trembling hands: "Could it be that... Shirley Yang was caught by this ghost for a ghost marriage?"

Just then, a puff of white smoke spread from the door of the tomb all the way to the altar. Where the white smoke spread, clusters of bright red mandrake flowers bloomed, covering the entire tomb all the way.

At the door of the tomb, another puff of white smoke suddenly blew up, blocking everyone's sight.

A soft voice of a child rang out:

"Add the glory of Hong'an and marry Fengyi."

"The bride~ Shirley Yang enters the room~"

After the child's voice disappeared in the tomb, the white smoke also disappeared.

Where the white smoke just rose, a bride in a gorgeous wedding dress and a hunched matchmaker wearing a coarse linen shirt and a blue felt hat suddenly appeared.

Although the matchmaker had only a little dried skin on her face, she still put two bright red blushes on her face.

The hand that the bride put in the matchmaker's hand was no different from that of an ordinary person except that it was a little pale.

Looking at her clothes again, she was wearing a black robe with a red lining, and a belt decorated with pearls and jade around her waist, which wasIn the middle, there is a fist-sized golden butterfly.

The style is the same as the one found in the tomb of Da Si, except that this butterfly is decorated with black gems.

A string of golden bells hangs under the bride's feet, and every step she takes makes a "ding-dong~ding-dong~" sound.

This bride is Shirley Yang.

At this time, Shirley Yang is locked in this wedding dress and cannot move.

Shirley Yang is about to open her mouth to call for help, but her lips are tightly entangled by a thorn.

Not to mention opening her mouth, even if she moves casually, the sharp thorns on the thorns will poke a bloody hole on her face.

The sticky feeling of contact with the mummy's flesh on her hand makes Shirley Yang feel sick.

Just when Shirley Yang wanted to retract her hand, the hand on the matchmaker's mummy seemed to be integrated with the mummy's hand, and she couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

Shirley Yang felt her scalp tingling at the moment, and she kept repeating Huo Jilin's name.

She prayed that Huo Jilin could save her from the fire soon.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"

The drum sounded again, and the drummer shouted again:

"The bride is here, the Yin Qi is here, and good fortune will come if you cross the fire basin!"

As soon as the drummer finished speaking, a paper fire basin appeared in front of Shirley Yang.

In the fire basin, there were several pieces of red paper cut into the shape of flames.

The matchmaker shouted in a shrill voice: "Bride, please cross the fire basin."

Shirley Yang's feet lifted up involuntarily and crossed the paper fire basin.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"

The drummer hit the drum three times again: "Bride kneels!"

Shirley Yang was almost pale at this moment, with no blood, and her hands and feet were out of control.

The matchmaker mummy pulled Shirley Yang's hand and said, "Bride, kneel down quickly."

Although Shirley Yang had already fallen into extreme fear, her legs were still straight and she refused to kneel down.

When the matchmaker mummy saw that Shirley Yang refused to kneel, a ball of black air instantly enveloped her face.

The matchmaker mummy put a hand on Shirley Yang's shoulder and scolded her in a sharper voice:

"I told you to kneel down, my king! Why don't you kneel?!!!"