The car lowered the window and revealed Jiang Weifei's smiley face, "Yo, are you playing?"

Wang Changfeng stumbled and opened the door in the back seat. She knew that Jiang Weifei believed in her deeply.

Unexpectedly, two burly men pulled in as soon as they opened it, and then they were tied up with a rope and stuck their mouths.

Jiang Qinuan pulled the corner of her mouth, "Where is Uncle Jiang going?"

Jiang Weifei said "Oh" and chatted, "I just ran out of marriage. I heard that you are very lively, so I'm here."

He said, and got off the car like a gentleman and opened the door for Nuannuan.

The little guy who got into the car looked at the rearview mirror and pulled the corners of his mouth, smiling extremely strangely.

Wang Changfeng's mouth was blocked and he was humming and couldn't speak. When it calmed down, the feeling of worms squirming in his flesh and blood became clearer, as if he was wandering among the tendons and veins.

"Come on the Jie family's Xiaojiu Master." Nuannuan took out a locator and threw it to Jiang Weifei.

Jiang Weifei was a little surprised, "How come you have this thing?"

"Sister Chuanchuan's, it should have been used before," she added.

"Stop talking for her, a sinister and cunning villain, and she still doesn't forget to stare at Jie Yuhua. Her suspicion is really serious." Jiang Weifei could scold her while Qi Lechuan was not there, otherwise, Qi Jiujiu's gloomy wind would have blown on his face.

Nuannuan didn't say anything, knowing that he was talking.

At this time, they all rushed to the same place.

Shangyao Ancient Village.

Established in the late Qing Dynasty, there was a legend of monsters at first. Some people rumored that the river near here was flowing to hell, which caused the air here to be humid and the yin energy was extremely heavy, and the temperature difference between day and night between the mountains and the outside world was large.

Later, there was an incident of monsters hurting people. After that, a local Taoist priest asked them to move, and they could all move out to relieve the disaster.

Later, when we arrived in modern times, archaeologists discovered this place and organized a cleanup, but because they did not find any value, no one came here again.

Wang Wenchang ordered people to prepare the scene. Tonight is the full moon night, which is the most suitable for ceremonies.

Just as night fell, Qi Lechuan was forced to wear a big red wedding dress, and her hair accessories looked a little old. She took off a hairpin in front of the mirror. The hairpin was exquisitely made with red beads on it, which seemed to be a little damaged. A small piece was worn off. When she stroked her fingers, she clearly felt the yin energy.

Behind him were several fierce black men. The Chinese man led by the Chinese man holding a knife in his hand, with a expressionless face, "Mr. Xiao Ba, it's better to wear it obediently, otherwise the people below will not be too light or heavy, and it will be a loss if you take half of your life and put it on."

Qi Lechuan pursed her red lips and curled her slightly. Her delicate makeup made her look more charming. She raised her hand and put it on, her tone was faint, "Thank you for reminding me, but I still have to say that it is really uncomfortable to wear things in this tomb on people. This hairpin is also a dead person. There are still taboos."

This set of wedding clothes was taken out from under the tomb for repair and preservation. The yin energy on it was extremely heavy, which made Qi Lechuan unable to help but get goosebumps.

But he was still arrogant.

The man waved his hand and the two black men held her down.

Qi Lechuan snapped his fingers, and several paper men flew up, with a strange laugh. She was pressed tightly and suddenly met Wang Wenchang's gaze at the door. Her pupils shrank, and the other party's Taoist technique was above him.

The old Taoist priest waved his hand and fired the paper man. Wang Wenchangru was already eighty years old this year and was in a tough state. Without magical tools, he had basically completely suppressed her.

The man in charge opened a box with syringes and medicine inside. He pierced into her blood vessels without any emotion.

As the potion entered the blood, her body became a little stiff and she couldn't even lift her hands, so she could only let others fiddle with her.

"Young Master, accept your fate. You should marry someone when you were eighteen years old. Although you don't know what your grandfather did to help you block it, it's not too late today." Wang Wenchang's voice was low and hoarse, as if he was announcing his death.

Qi Lechuan looked at him with a gaze, and it was a bit difficult to speak.

Fu Rongli was counting time outside the door. He raised his eyes and looked into the air. The moon had already come out. I hope that Qi Lechuan's hands and feet could have some effect.

When the moon rose, the sound of suona sounded around, one sound higher than the other.

I heard it and felt numb. This is not a reception for a bride, this is a funeral!

Several people stuffed into the sedan chair, and the music changed at this time. The big red lanterns opened the way, beat the drums and drums, and made up ten miles of red makeup.

Even the trees beside them were tied with countless red silks. Under the silk, several paper people mingled among them. The paper people's eyes were lit with the blood of the yin girl, and the evil ghosts who could smell the smell within a radius of hundreds of miles gathered.

When she arrived at the ceremony venue, she was picked up from the sedan chair and was a paper man. She could tell that she was an expert, with fine workmanship and realistic to a certain extent.

She looked at the platform, and Wang Wenchang sat on it, his eyes looked faint, and the people beside him began to shout, his voice harshly, "Check the bride out of the sedan chair."

Supported by several paper people, Qi Lechuan was put on the ground. Standing shoulder to shoulder with her was a flesh-free skeleton rack. The skeleton was wearing a red dress, which was today's groom. I wonder if it was an illusion, but she felt the skeleton laughing.

She didn't have time to listen to the so-called process, so she looked slightly at the skeleton groom through the tassels. The skull was beautiful and could be taken away and used in the studio for decades. How many students would have to draw around?

Alas? The mouth of the teeth is not good, why is it still a tilted tooth? No, it doesn’t work.

Her eyes slowly moved down.

Yo......

The skeleton groom felt it was like a needle and a needle on his back, a thorn in his throat, and a walking on thin ice...

At this time, Wang Wenchang on the high platform approached step by step, holding a red rope in his hand, wrapped around her little finger and the bones of the skeleton groom. The red rope was soaked in somewhere, and it was stained with a bloody smell.

Thinking that it would be successful soon, Wang Wenchang's smile deepened, "Xiao Ba, this is a ghost rope. If the ceremony is forcibly interrupted, it will retaliate on you."

After saying that, he raised his foot and walked up the platform and sat steadily. Many years ago, he relied on Taoism to gain a foothold in the Wang family to fight against the Qi family among the Nine Gates. Later, he discovered that the descendants of the Qi family had a special fate.

Therefore, if Qi Lechuan could give birth to a devil before his death and he would become a devil, Wang Wenzhang would be able to walk sideways on the road in the future, and even if he died, he could still find a job in the underworld. This made him crazy about this. He would not hesitate to carry Mr. Wang on his back and hold the ceremony.

"The auspicious time has come!"

She raised her hand slightly, as if she had a little strength.

"Worship the heaven and earth!"

As the words came, dark clouds covered the moonlight, a black figure stood in the air, a ball of black air surrounded the body, and suddenly became restless around, and the yin energy soared into the sky.
Chapter completed!