Huo Jilin slowly opened his eyes and opened Wang Kaixuan's hand. The happy look on his face had not yet dissipated.

Hu Bayi couldn't hide his doubts: "Brother Huo, what are you thinking about? You seem to be in a very good mood."

Huo Jilin looked at the corpses on both sides who were still playing musical instruments, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "The silver bottle was broken, water slurry burst out, and the cavalry stood out with the sound of swords and guns. At the end of the song, the strings were plucked carefully, and the four strings sounded like cracking silk!

Well done!"

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 you right? Do you still have time to enjoy music?"

Shirley Yang swallowed: "Fat man, you heard that right."

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

Suddenly, the music stopped.

"Boom!"

The drummer beat the drum and shouted in a majestic voice: "The hour has come! Welcome the bride!"

"Boom! Boom!"

The drummer banged the drum twice more, and the musicians on the left and right shouted at the same time: "July and a half! Welcoming the bride! Don't think about it while your relatives are here!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

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

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

Huo Jilin seemed to see a cold glint in the eyes of the drummer who was the leader.

At this moment, a thick white mist came towards the face, shrouding a group of people in the white mist.

The white mist was filled with a strong scent of sandalwood, which made people feel dizzy.

The white mist came and went as quickly as it came, but after a while, the white mist dissipated.

Wang Kaixuan waved his hand under his nose: "Bah! What kind of 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 knelt down and started shaking Shirley Yang:

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

"Hey! If you don't wake up! Old Hu Ke and I will take you for granted!"

"Stop scaring us! Get up quickly!"

Hu Bayi was extremely anxious in his heart, 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 just now.

The music played on both sides also started to sound, and the fingers of the musicians were moving very fast.

If we say that the music just sounded was like the sound of nature, it made people feel like they were in a cocktail party in a prosperous age.

The sound of the music this time is like being in a battlefield in the middle of a killing.

The sounds of pipa and suona sounded like the neighing of war horses.

It almost punctured several people's eardrums.

The drummer shouted passionately from above:

"July and a half! Marry the bride! Relatives and friends are crying!"

"The good time has come! The best time has come! Farewell to my hometown on the Wangxiang Platform!"

"The auspicious time has come! Wear your mysterious clothes! You are on the bridge of Naihe!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

After the drummer finished shouting, he beat the drum three times.

Wang Kaixuan blocked his ears and all the features on his face shrank together: "What the hell is this! Why are you still crying after getting married!"

Huo Jilin had a stern look on his face and his thin lips slightly parted: "In July and a half, I cried heartbrokenly, Wangxiang Terrace, Naihe Bridge. This is not an ordinary wedding, it is a wedding between the living and the dead."

Hu Bayi looked at Shirley Yang, who was turning purple in his arms, and was obviously a little panicked: "Dark marriage?"

Huo Jilin nodded.

Wang Kaixuan trembled and pointed at Shirley Yang: "Did... Shirley Yang let this ghost be captured to prepare for a ghost marriage?"

At this moment, a stream of white smoke spread from the door of the tomb to the altar. Where the white smoke spread, clusters of bright red mandala flowers bloomed, covering the entire tomb.

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

A soft and soft voice of a child sounded:

"Increase the light of Hong'an and become a good friend of Fengyi."

"Bride~Shirley Yang enters the house~"

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

Where the white smoke had just billowed out, a bride in a gorgeous wedding dress and a stooped matchmaker in coarse linen clothes and a blue felt hat suddenly appeared.

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

The hand that the bride placed in the matchmaker's hand was just like an ordinary person's, except that it was a little pale.

Looking at what she was wearing, she was wearing a black robe with red accents, and a belt studded with pearls around her waist, with a gold butterfly as big as a fist inlaid in the middle.

Judging from the style, it is the same as the one found in Dashu's tomb, except that this butterfly is decorated with black gems.

A string of golden bells hung under the bride's feet, making a "ding-dong~ding-dong~" sound with every step she took.

This bride is none other than Shirley Yang.

At this time, Shirley Yang was locked in this wedding dress and could not move.

Shirley Yang was about to open her mouth to call for help, but her lips were tightly wrapped by a thorn.

Not to mention opening his mouth, even if he moved casually, a bloody hole would be poked out of his face by the sharp thorns.

The sticky feeling coming from the contact with the mummy's flesh on her hands made Shirley Yang feel sick to her stomach.

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

Shirley Yang felt her scalp numb at the moment and kept mumbling Huo Jilin's name.

I pray that Huo Jilin can save himself from the fire and water as soon as possible.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The drum beat started again, and the drummer shouted again:

"The bride has arrived, the yin energy has arrived, and crossing the brazier has brought good luck!"

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

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

The matchmaker shouted in a high-pitched voice: "Bride, please step over the brazier."

Shirley Yang lifted her feet involuntarily and stepped over the paper brazier.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The drummer banged the drum three more times: "Kneel down, the bride!"

Shirley Yang's face was almost pale and bloodless at this moment, and her hands and feet were not in control.

The matchmaker’s mummy held Shirley Yang’s hand: “Bride, please kneel down quickly.”

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

When the matchmaker's mummy saw that Shirley Yang refused to kneel down, a cloud of black energy instantly enveloped the matchmaker's mummy's face.

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