Chapter 541 Put on the red dress and carry the beloved
The moon is bright and the stars are sparse.
Osmanthus Village is immersed in silence.
The doors and windows of every household were closed tightly, and the small white flowers all over the sky were blowing in the wind. The village road was deserted, the birds and animals were silent, and there was no sound. The village, which was bustling during the day, now seemed like a dead place.
The village is surrounded by mountains and faces south.
The northern mountain is high and has a continuous mountain range, while the southern mountain is low and there is a three-foot-wide river valley at the bottom.
Everything was quiet.
Suddenly, a black kitten walked into the village from the direction of the river ditch - it seemed to be lying down by the river drinking water just now, and it seemed to have walked out of it.
The black hair almost blended into the night, with only the moonlight outlining its figure.
The kitten looked left and right, looking particularly curious.
The white catkins were floating in the air and fell on the kitten, but they penetrated directly through its body. At this moment, it was unclear whether the white flowers were illusory or the cat was fake.
But in the huge village, there was only this cat walking slowly.
It walked towards the village house at the foot of the west mountain.
The house here is slightly different from the house on the east side. In terms of materials and specifications, it seems to be more spacious than the house on the east side, and it is also built with green halls and tiles.
The kitten looked at several houses, and then stopped at the door of one of them.
The pair of black pupils were staring straight at the door, but it squatted on the ground obediently and did not move, except for occasionally flicking its tail.
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And on the opposite side of this room.
In a relatively ordinary-looking house, there was a gray-faced girl wearing linen clothes huddled in the corner of the kang.
Her eyes widened in astonishment, and she covered her mouth with both hands, fearing that she would leak a little breath and be noticed by the thing on the opposite side.
The shrill screams rang out from that house.
It was a man crying and screaming, a desperate and crazy yell. From his hoarse voice that was almost torn, it seemed that he could imagine the cruel torture that man was suffering.
Bang, bang, bang...
It seemed like something was knocking, and with every knock, the man let out an extremely shrill scream.
The girl didn't dare to make a sound or move.
She seemed to feel some kind of piercing pain, her body was shaking uncontrollably, and her mind was filled with the screams of men, so much so that she seemed to see herself being tortured.
pain!
it hurts!
The girl suddenly put down the hand covering her mouth and rubbed her arms.
In the darkness, she felt that her skin was intact and her limbs were healthy, and her illusion of phantom pain was relieved a little.
I don't know how long it has been.
The screams of the man opposite had turned into whimpering, feebly screaming for help.
But unlike during the day, no matter how shrill and tragic his cry for help was, there was no movement at all outside, and no villager opened the door to check the situation.
As the movement of the house opposite gradually stopped.
The girl realized that she seemed to be lacking oxygen, but she still did not dare to take a big breath, and only dared to breathe cautiously and intermittently.
Suddenly, the girl's eyes narrowed.
She obviously kept the doors and windows tightly closed.
But I don’t know when.
The door to this room has been opened.
The girl was in a daze for a moment, but for another dazzling moment, she saw a man dressed in bright red standing at the door.
This discovery almost made her scream.
But she quickly raised her hand to cover her mouth.
When she blinked again, the red color at the door that was particularly dazzling in the dark was gone again. She looked at the door carefully and found that the door was also closed and the latch was firmly locked inside.
The scene just now seemed to be her illusion.
But the girl didn't dare to blink.
She stared at the door without blinking. Even though she was sore and starting to tremble, she didn't dare to blink.
I was afraid that the moment I closed my eyes, the red figure I saw just now would be in front of the kang.
However, the fact is-
Even if she didn't blink, nothing would change the outcome.
Under the trembling gaze of the girl, a ghostly red figure gradually appeared in front of the door of the room. It stood quietly in front of the door. The figure was somewhat illusory and dark.
But I can barely see who this person is.
It seemed to be a woman, wearing a floor-length red coat skirt embroidered with gold threads. The skirt was embroidered with complicated flowers, and the whole skirt was embellished with magnificence.
Her whole body was completely covered by clothes.
Two wide sleeves covered her hands.
Even his head was covered with a red silk handkerchief.
The red silk has a word "囍" embroidered in the center, patterns embroidered on the edges, and golden tassels hanging from the four corners. The overall look is particularly beautiful.
This is like a bride waiting to be married.
A seemingly stunningly beautiful bride.
But this scene is particularly strange in this dead night. The bride in her wedding dress is even more gorgeous against the deep black night, and the red color on her body seems to be tempered by blood.
In fact, this room with closed doors and windows was as tightly covered as the bride, not even the moonlight could penetrate, making it extremely dark.
But the bright red penetrated the darkness and reflected directly into the girl's eyes.
She stared at the figure in fear, wanting to resist something, but her reason told herself that she would never be able to defeat this thing.
From the moment this thing entered the house, she knew she couldn't defeat it!
She must avoid it!
While the girl was in a trance, the bride, who was standing at the door, seemed to take another step closer to the kang bed.
on the ground.
A bloody footprint was left behind.
If she really does nothing, perhaps what awaits her will be as tragic an end as the scream just now!
The girl lowered her hands that were covering her mouth and placed them on her chest. She tried hard to restrain her body from shaking like a sieve, then she wriggled her throat, rolled up her tongue, and tried to make her voice sharper and thinner...
"elder sister……"
She stared at the bride and uttered a trembling syllable.
The sound is almost inaudible.
Full of fear from a girl.
There was no resistance at all, she just used this voice to convey her fear, fear, grievance and crying.
But after a while, the red figure in the room quietly disappeared.
The dark shadow of death that was brought along with the bride also disappeared in an instant, as if the restraint on her throat was loosened, and the girl took a sharp breath.
Her flat chest rose and fell violently.
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"They come out to kill people every year in mid-July?"
On the mountain road of Beishan, Xu Shuo and the village chief were still trapped here, trying to beat the wall.
However, neither of them seemed to be in a hurry. The old village chief simply sat on the ground beside the stone with grass growing out of it, and told Xu Shuo the story of Osmanthus Village.
The village chief corrected him: "It's not murder. The bride basically won't kill people. It's just that those villagers usually die before they can get treatment."
Xu Shuo raised his eyebrows: "Is that any different from killing someone?"
Although I chopped off your head, you can actually be resurrected as long as you wait for the artifact.
But before you could wait, you died.
So it doesn't count as my killing.
Xu Shuo: "?"
Is there such a logic?
Learned.
The village chief continued to explain: "If the person who was abused by the bride can survive until the next day, there is indeed something in the village ancestral hall that can save the person, but many villagers' willpower cannot last until dawn and they die.
"
Xu Shuo: "Oh."
He seemed to have accepted the explanation seriously, but he didn't seem to take it to heart.
Under the threat of the ghost fighting against the wall, the old village chief thought for a while and told Xu Shuo some of the information he knew.
The biggest information among them is——the bride.
This is a ghost that has existed for decades. Every year in the middle of July, it comes out to kill people for three days in a row, from July 13th to July 15th, killing one person every night.
But the people killed were not random.
For decades, all those killed were members of the Wang family.
That is, the landlords of Guihua Village - members of the Wang Fuhu family.
The Wang Fuhu family has been developing for nearly a hundred years, and there are countless bloodlines from the main family. However, the bride only kills people from the main Wang family, and rarely takes action against people from the branch families.
And, he would never do anything to girls.
Only male offspring are killed.
This caused everyone in the Wang family to feel in danger, but they had no way of doing anything about it.
Because the method has been tried decades ago.
The Wang family tried to move out of Guihua Village, but not long after that bloodline left the area of Guihua Village, various accidents led to its death.
The Wang family also tried to give away the children of the main family's blood, but it didn't end well either.
I've asked Taoist priests to worship, I've asked for forgiveness, I've built temples, but it's all to no avail!
Therefore, this curse has been passed down.
Xu Shuo couldn't help but sigh: "There are so many people in their family who can die."
The village chief glanced at him: "You are also a member of the Wang family."
Xu Shuo: "I am a branch that can't be further away."
The Wang family, who was trapped in Guihua Village, took advantage of their wealth and position over the decades to keep the family alive, marrying wives and taking concubines to develop numerous branch bloodlines. In fact, all the descendants of the current villagers in Guihua Village are more or less related to the Wang family.
Bloodline.
This is the hegemony from the landlords!
There would be no problem at all if this village was renamed "Wangjiazhuang"!
But he has been killed for decades.
There are actually not many people in Wangjiazhuang now.
In the current generation of the Wang family, except for the current head of the family who bravely survived, the two boys in the direct lineage died more than ten years ago.
So in recent years, the bride has started to kill people who have separated from her family.
Looking at this posture, it may be that he will never give up until he kills the entire Wang family.
But Mrs. Wang is also stubborn and won't give up. If you try your best to kill, I will try my best to survive!
You only have three days to kill people anyway.
But I can create humans in 365 days!
As a result, this feud has not ended for more than sixty years, and the entire Guihua Village has fallen into this dark and bloody whirlpool.
No one can escape.
The village chief sighed: "What a sin!"
Xu Shuo asked: "So, you haven't said how the bride appeared."
The village chief suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "I don't know about that. I was only a child back then. What do I know? Anyway, I don't know when, but this kind of thing happens in Guihua Village every year in mid-July."
Xu Shuo looked at him and narrowed his eyes slightly.
The village chief frowned: "It's useless if you don't believe it. I really don't know the rest."
Xu Shuo nodded: "Okay, I believe you."
As for whether it is truly believed, only the person involved knows.
After the two briefly shared the information, the village chief looked at him and hesitated to speak, but Xu Shuo had already waved to him, gesturing for him to get out of his current position.
Probably realizing what he was planning to do, the village chief quickly got up from the ground.
Wait until the village chief stands aside with a cane.
Xu Shuo suddenly also took out a dark green bamboo cane.
He handed the hatchet to the village chief, raised his cane and knocked it on the ground, then took another step forward and thrust the cane hard into the grass stem growing in the stone.
呲——
Stones shatter.
A circle of invisible ripples spread out.
Nothing earth-shattering happened, and there were still no birds or insects around, and it was still extremely silent.
But at this moment, the village chief heard the singing.
"July 13, an auspicious day..."
"Put on red clothes and carry your beloved..."
"..."
Ethereal and resentful, sometimes disappearing, as if singing the tune of an opera.
The village chief seemed to know. Why did Wang Tiezhu ask "Is July 13th an auspicious day?" Just now, I bet this person had already heard the voice?
So sensitive!
The village chief glanced at Xu Shuo with some fear. At least he hadn't heard anything until just now, otherwise he wouldn't have discovered that he had entered the ghost wall.
Xu Shuo looked down the mountain and suddenly paused as he scanned the entire village.
The next moment, he ran quickly down the mountain.
"Hey wait!
"Young man, please wait for me!
"Damn, I'm really old!"
The village chief held up his crutch and chased after him crazily.
He didn't lie. It's certain that the old village chief is an old man. He can still be a tiger when walking, but running is really a bit difficult for the old man.
What’s more, it’s still a mountain road going down the mountain!
Because it was a downward journey, Xu Shuo ran as fast as flying. He crossed a hurdle in a few steps and disappeared on the winding mountain road in the blink of an eye.
The village chief was so anxious that he cursed loudly, but he did not dare to stop at all.
He could be calm before.
But now after hearing the singing in the air, he just wanted to find a safe place to stay.
But in Guihua Village, it is safest to stay with Wang Tiezhu!
Because except for Wang Tiezhu, the entire Guihua Village is a huge spider web, and everyone here will die sooner or later!
He lied.
He knows the origin of the bride.
This is the fault of the entire Osmanthus Village.
"Come back! I will continue to tell you!"
The village chief raised his cane and shouted.
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In the dark night, the house looks like a blur.
White flowers are blooming.
But there is no scent of osmanthus.
Xu Shuo stared at the target in the village with burning eyes, his emotions seemed to be a little excited at this moment. The dark green bamboo cane hit the floor tiles, spreading an invisible sound wave.
The traffic in Guihua Village is neatly arranged, and the streets and lanes are neatly arranged, not complicated at all.
He nimbly avoided those unusual locations and walked accurately towards the village house at the foot of the Western Mountain without encountering any obstacles.
The white flowers flying in the air fell, but passed through his body and the houses and buildings, and finally disappeared quietly on the ground.
Probably, the existence of flowers is illusory.
Suddenly, Xu Shuo's footsteps stopped.
In the darkness illuminated by the moonlight, the alley ahead was deserted.
But there are four white paper figures on the ground.
