Chapter seventy-three
Bba bah bah bah...
Although the sky was dark, the distance between the two sides was very close. By the time Wang Yuan realized that he needed to dodge, it was already too late.
Immediately, the team of people welcoming the bride crashed towards him without slowing down.
call!
However, the unexpected situation of being suddenly locked in a sedan did not happen.
Rather, it is like a tangible and insubstantial phantom, the two passing by without any intersection at all.
Standing on the spot, Wang Yuanding stared at the blood-red sedan chair, which was too slender and looked more like a coffin than a sedan, and uttered six words coldly:
"Getting married."
At first glance, this team looks like a very normal sedan chair, flags, gongs, umbrellas and fans, golden lanterns, butlers, and eight-sided drums...the ostentation for welcoming a bride is all available, and the standards are extremely high.
But as a mausoleum keeper, living at the foot of Beimang Mountain, which is full of tombs, I naturally know a lot about things like underworld marriage under the influence of my ears and eyes.
It's very simple to tell the difference.
Different from the full set of ceremonials during a normal wedding ceremony, the ghost wedding ceremony is usually preceded by the playing of a single drum, a single trumpet, and a single suona.
Moreover, the dowry boxes accompanying the procession were all open.
Half of the inside is made of real silk rulers and gold and silver treasures;
The other half is made of paper leather, cotton, a clip, a single piece of clothing, two pairs of brocade boxes, containing jewelry such as earrings, bracelets, rings and hairpins.
Only the dead would use underworld weapons.
Wedding ceremonies are often held at night.
Living in Daling Village, sometimes when Wang Yuan was sleeping peacefully, he would suddenly be awakened by the drumming in the streets and alleys, that is, he was "building bones and corpses" and "getting married" at night.
Seeing the scene of this ghostly marriage, Wang Yuan automatically imagined the song in his mind that would make people's skin crawl.
"On the eighteenth day of the first lunar month, which is an auspicious day, the sorghum is lifted... Is it happy or sad, the castanets are red and sandalwood, it is said briskly, it is really hard to guess..."
It is precisely because not all "ghost marriages" are so regular and are matched between dead people.
Many times there will be situations where a living person marries a dead person, or a living person is manually turned into a dead person before the wedding.
immediately.
Wang Yuan took [Guan Bu Jing] and looked over, but he didn't see any strange smell, so he breathed a sigh of relief:
"I should still be in the underground palace. I smelled something weird before. This should be an illusion that happened at a certain point in time, not a real ghost."
However.
When he noticed that the direction in which the wedding team was heading was the Suzaku Bureau where Gong Zheng was located.
My heart suddenly jumped, thinking of my previous guess, I immediately chased after him.
He even ran directly to the front of the team and turned around to look at the team carefully.
In front is a lotus-shaped soul-drawing lantern, and in the back is a person carrying a white soul-drawing flag.
But there was only the word "Yunhe" written on it, which was a bit beyond his expectation.
The soul-calling flag should have the bride's name, first and last name, and most of them even have birth date, so that the bride's soul can follow the corpse.
But the name "Yunhe" does not comply with the regulations at all. No, it does not seem to be a person's name, but more like a place name.
Of course it appears on this occasion.
"Yunhe" is more likely to be the same as "Pingyang", "Yi'an", "Guantao"... etc. In addition to the place name, it is also the title of a noble lady!
After thinking about it repeatedly, I had no clue, so I could only put the name matter aside for the time being.
Wang Yuan continued to look back, and when his eyes swept over an accompanying guard, he suddenly paused, frowned slightly and looked at it for a while, and his eyes suddenly sparkled.
"As expected, it's you, Wei! An! Ning!"
The familiarity comes from the fact that I just met him yesterday morning. The hesitation comes from the fact that this person is at least ten years younger than when I met him yesterday.
He looks less than thirty and still very young.
Even if the Taoist art of war is practiced to the highest level of [no leakage between heaven and man], it can only lock the longevity technique and prevent immortality. It is only the third level [psychic transformation] that should age.
At most, the aging rate is slightly slower than that of ordinary people.
The Luoyang Palace, like a mastermind behind the scenes, finally showed its tail in this illusion!
Combined with the operation that destroyed my grandma’s ancient pagoda temple fifteen years ago, there is no doubt that the person in the sedan chair must be the “Dantou” from back then!
This is not a simple ghost wedding or ghost marriage.
But... to welcome the bride!
The palace is preparing a marriage for King Yili who has turned into a "strange" person in the "Tomb of the Owl God". To be more precise, it is preparing sacrifices for the upcoming "Killing Banquet".
However, even if Wang Yuan reluctantly reached out to lift the sedan curtain several times to see the true appearance of the "bride" to verify his guess, he could not touch it at all.
I couldn't help but scratch my liver and heart with anxiety.
Just at this moment, the young Wei Anning suddenly spoke:
"Gao Miguan, we are going to the mausoleum soon. As a 'ghost matchmaker', you should have taken care of the bride properly, right?"
Wang Yuan went away after hearing the reputation.
The person responsible for arranging ghost marriages is called a "ghost matchmaker". In addition to normal clothes, he will also wear a red jacket made of paper.
You can tell which one it is at a glance.
This "ghost matchmaker" looks like the kind of lonely old palace maid who always stays in the palace.
Not only is he ugly in appearance, he is also mentally distorted because he is used to seeing the filthiest things in the world, and his whole body is filled with a cold aura.
"General Wei, just be at ease.
The old woman has trained countless beauties for the prince in her life. When has she ever made a mistake?
Don't blame me for talking too much. Where did the general find such high-quality goods?
It's just that she has a charming appearance that is stunning at a young age, but her temperament is something the old woman has never seen in her life.
I don’t think even ordinary high-ranking officials or the wealthy eldest daughter of a wealthy businessman can cultivate the nobility of this person.”
Seeing that Wei Anning was not interested in answering her question, this old palace maid who was asking for trouble shook a dark whip in her hand and continued with a smile:
"But if it falls into our hands, so what if you keep clamoring for grandma and grandpa every day? So what if your voice becomes hoarse from crying?
The [Soul Beating Whip] in my hand, which is made of human hair, black python skin, and willow bark, leaves no trace on the outside when hit on the body, but it hurts deep into the bone marrow and hurts the soul.
If you put a few more "Crucia" needles on those delicate orchid-like fingertips and serve her every day, don't you have to obey her obediently?
The prince said that the more painful the pill is, the better the wine tastes. What the old woman is best at is making these little hooves understand what life is worse than death, quack quack..."
It was obvious that this twisted old guy, with his special skills, took pleasure in torturing those girls with good looks and temperament, and acted as the accomplice of the King of Luoyang.
"The little hoof, which had just reached the age of hairpins, couldn't bear the pain at all, so it had already obediently drank the juice squeezed from the husks of the dragon's pod.
The first bowl was full of confusion and confusion.
The soul in the second bowl was shaken and ready to fly.
After drinking the third or fourth bowl, the connection between the soul and the body is completely severed, the soul leaves the body, disappears the memory, and gradually turns into a ghost!"
After the wormwood wilts, it will leave behind a skeleton-like pod.
Warlocks discovered that there is a demon in this thing. If the juice squeezed from the pod shell is mixed with a medicine, people's souls can leave their bodies and see their bodies being carried around like puppets by their souls.
If you take it in larger doses, your soul can even gain complete "freedom" and your body can turn into a ghost after death.
"A girl in her late teens, a ghost who has lost her memory..."
Hearing this, the identity of the bride in the sedan was already revealed, and Wang Yuan's long-suspected guess was only one layer away from being exposed.
He couldn't help but think of a little girl in Luan uniform who was miserably captured by these villains fifteen years ago.
He was whipped, pricked with needles, and tortured all the time. He was told that the sky was not responding to him, and that the earth and the earth were not working.
My tears have dried up and my throat has become hoarse from crying.
Just to make the "wine" she brews taste more beautiful.
But after life was worse than death, she faced the deepest despair.
Creak, creak, creak...
Wang Yuan couldn't help clenching his fists tightly, his eyes were red, and his teeth were clenching.
"Damn it! King Yi, Wei Anning, old man, you all deserve to die! Kill you! I must kill you!"
Chapter completed!