Woo woo woo....

The dark wind whined in his ears, and Wang Yuan, who was sitting in the sedan chair, felt that the entire wedding team was like fluttering paper, wrapped in the dark wind and moving at high speed.

Through the small window of the sedan chair, you can only see a dim light outside, and you can't distinguish any scenery.

This was not the first time he had experienced this kind of thing, and he was not panicked. He knew that he was walking on a sinister path surrounded by a group of ghosts.

"Of all musical instruments, the suona is the king, either ascending to heaven or worshiping in the hall.

It's a pity that others are down-to-earth, but you are simply down-to-earth.

Visiting relatives feels like going to hell. No matter how many times I come here, I can't get used to it."

Wang Yuan sat in the sedan chair, involuntarily holding the bright red sachet in his hand tightly, fearing that it would be accidentally thrown away halfway, and then fall into the dark underworld of the underworld.

Even relying on the shallow common sense he got from the tomb keeper, he knew that it was definitely not a pleasant experience.

After just a few breaths, Wang Yuan suddenly felt his eyes light up.

In front of the wedding procession, a vast and gentle valley appeared, with continuous houses and crisscrossing streets.

Looking up and looking around, the surrounding mountains are still similar to those of Beiman Mountain, but their size has expanded at least dozens of times.

In the center of the valley surrounded by mountains, a dragon-clawed locust tree looks like a pillar of heaven reaching into the sky.

The bark of the tree is mottled like iron scales, and the branches are green, half withered and half flourishing, opening up a high and vast dome.

Every branch on the tree is wrapped with fiery red cloth strips filled with wishes.

From a distance, it looks like an old dragon riding a red fire cloud, raising its upper body high, and having all scales and claws.

The appearance is exactly the same as the locust tree outside, but it is enlarged dozens of times.

It is a pity that this extraordinary locust tree looks like an old man in his twilight years, full of the air of old age.

The wedding team stepped on the cold wind and continued to move forward. After running for a while, they officially entered the shade of the locust tree.

When we arrived here, not only did the sky not darken, but it was as bright as day.

A giant white lantern that looks like a hill hangs high on the treetops, replacing the bright moon outside and filling the entire valley with cool, bright white light.

Under the lights, farmers are busy in the fields, cars and horses are coming and going on the road, vendors are hawking along the street, and literati are lingering...

The countryside is leisurely and the city is bustling, making people almost think that this is the ancient city of Luoyang outside the mountains.

Seeing this wedding team that suddenly came out of the void, many people couldn't help but stop and watch from a distance, with curiosity in their eyes, which was completely different from the ghosts outside.

"Well, it fits very well with the way the world of God and Creation unfolds.

It would be even more perfect if it weren’t for the big lantern with the word ‘Dian’ written on it.”

This is the real core of the "Land of the Dead", and the ghosts are obviously much smarter than those outside. They can at least communicate, and they are obviously a little more lively.

This is not the first time he has come here, and Wang Yuan has long since lost the shock he felt when he first saw him.

In fact, although this place is not the underworld, it is similar in nature to that ghost place.

Except for a very few things that are true, everything else is false.

Burning paper houses in the underworld will turn into thousands of mansions here, paper burners will turn into living slaves and concubines, and paper money will turn into real gold and silver treasures...

The matter like dust and the will of mortals will be magnified thousands of times here. It is real and true, but it is meaningless to the outside world.

Moreover, even the old ghosts who live here may not be able to tell the difference between true and false.

The sedan walked along a smooth straight road and entered the city gate with the plaque "Hometown of the Dead" hanging on it.

We walked through Tongli Fang, Cihui Fang, Shangshanfang... all the way to Jishanfang, which was next to the giant locust tree, and finally stopped in front of a magnificent mansion.

Slightly opening the bright red sedan curtain, Wang Yuan carefully looked around and confirmed that there were only a group of pale-faced paper-jammed boys around.

Then he covered his face in shame, jumped out of the wedding sedan like a monkey, and ran into the open door with three steps at a time.

Here, two maids in blue have been waiting for a long time.

They have graceful figures, long blue satin clothes, knotted hair, slender fingers, and skin as white as jade. They are as beautiful as two lotus flowers swaying in the wind.

Seeing the muddy, somewhat embarrassed, but masculine young man walking in, the eyes of the two women suddenly heated up, but their bodies bowed impeccably.

"Master Yuan, the hot water is ready. Please come with the maids."

Having said that, he seemed to be suppressing his desire to look away from Wang Yuan, and turned around to lead the way.

"Thank you, two sisters."

Wang Yuan, who had become very accustomed to this kind of gaze, walked up to follow him.

Along the way, we walked through the stone paths, Qingdai Langhouse, pavilions and waterside pavilions...

The two beautiful female ghosts, with slender waists and swaying hips, walked slowly in front of Wang Yuan. They were really charming and pleasing to the eye.

See such stunning scenery.

Many "spiritual undead knights" may have involuntarily come up with one bold idea after another, and even directly imagined the romance and romance scenes from horror movies.

But Wang Yuan kept his eyes straight and remained calm.

He was even willing to touch his own waist and sincerely advise them:

"Young, really too young.

When a man goes out, especially when he enters this kind of hell, the first step is to protect his virginity...oh no, it's Yang energy!"

The precepts of the tomb keeper have been foresighted for a long time. The second one is not to desecrate the bones and souls of the dead in the mountain.

Blasphemy? "Blasphemy"!

The two female ghosts deliberately walked around the mansion and led Wang Yuan to a group of female ghosts in colorful clothes and flapping butterflies, a group of female ghosts playing the piano and flute, and a group of female ghosts wearing clothes by the stream...

They all smiled sweetly and had their own unique charms. Some of them were familiar with Wang Yuan and greeted him very affectionately.

Wang Yuan, however, did not look sideways the whole time and arrived at a bedroom without incident.

Watching the two maids in blue reluctantly leaving, he breathed a sigh of relief as if he had fought another vicious battle.

I took off my clothes that were already stained with muddy water and grass clippings, and soaked in the wooden bathtub.

"Phew! Comfortable."

Let the warm bath water submerge your chin, and your tense body and mind gradually relax, but the complicated thoughts arise again.

"In the month before King Yili's 200th anniversary, it would probably be safe if he didn't run around, but the day of the sacrifice is a hurdle that cannot be circumvented no matter what.

The sky is vast and the sky is vast, but the consequences of not being able to survive will be like those ancient old people in the [Yanglao Pavilion]. They will be sucked out of all the remaining blessings and lifespan in this life, and they will not even be able to become ghosts.

You must seize the time and learn at least one of the [Magic of Gathering Beasts] and [The Magic of Transforming Tigers] in the three days before returning to Daling Village."

Thinking of this, Wang Yuan no longer had any extra thoughts to enjoy this rare comfort.

After a few simple cleanings, I climbed out of the tub and picked up the cotton towel prepared by the maid in advance to dry my body.

In the slender glass mirror next to him, a handsome young man with fair skin and bright eyebrows was reflected.

Still at an age where he is still developing, he has reached the first level of [physical appearance], with a straight body, well-proportioned lines, and no flaws.

Although the slightly contoured muscles between the chest and abdomen are not exaggerated, only he himself knows how powerful the explosive power and endurance this body now possesses.

The Taoist Wild Dog pursues him so hard, maybe because he covets his good skin. Even if he doesn't know how to write poetry, he can probably go whore for free, right?

Wang Yuan laughed, got rid of these messy thoughts in his mind, and was about to change into a new set of clothes on the tray next to him.

Suddenly he noticed something strange, and turned his head suddenly to look at the glass mirror again.

However, he saw in the mirror that a figure that did not exist in the room appeared at some point.

A petite girl with a dignified and beautiful appearance wearing a red tulle hijab and a colorful phoenix embroidered wedding dress, wearing soft red embroidered shoes, was sitting leisurely by the bed.

Hao holds his cheeks on his wrist, and is holding a pair of autumn-cut pupils that are both happy and angry, and the sparkling light sweeps across his strong chest and strong arms...

Realizing that Wang Yuan had discovered his peeping, the girl in the mirror didn't feel any embarrassment at all. She smiled at him and said hello maliciously:
Chapter completed!