Xu Shuo was accurately delivered to the door of the house by the bride. Under the moonlight, she was wearing a bright red wedding dress that was enchanting and gorgeous.
In the lively daytime with gongs and drums beating, such a red color would be very festive, but in the dark night with flying white flowers and dead silence and weirdness, such a bright red color would look particularly scary.
The bride stood quietly in the yard, facing the door of the house, and facing Xu Shuo who was standing in front of her without speaking.
Just like a real wax figure.
Xu Shuo didn't speak either.
The two looked at each other calmly for a long time, and in the end it was the bride who was defeated first.
She raised her chin towards the house: "Go in."
Xu Shuo's expression suddenly became a little subtle, he frowned and asked in confusion: "Have I known you before?"
The bride's tone remained unchanged: "Go in."
Xu Shuo, however, was minding his own business and continued: "I thought your face looked a bit familiar when I was in the illusion. Then when I saw Zhu Aidi, I thought I had remembered the wrong person."
The bride lowered her voice: "Go in."
"But now that I think about it, I still think you look familiar."
"Don't make me say it again!"
The bride's wedding dress moved automatically without wind, and the red hijab embroidered with the word "囍" floated slightly. In addition to the suppressed and hoarse voice, there was also a ferocious aura that could not be suppressed in the air!
The strong smell of blood emanated from her body, as if a violent hurricane was brewing, and the surrounding air flow was turbulent, making the atmosphere suddenly tense.
Xu Shuo paused, turned around and walked towards the house.
But when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped again, and then turned to look at the bride who was overwhelmed by the ferocious aura.
Xu Shuo said: "Have you finished eating the sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"
After the words fell, the bloody aura floating in the yard froze, and then slowly dissipated a lot.
The bride regained her composure, standing there dignifiedly and looking at him quietly.
Xu Shuo looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the yard and said, "It's a pity that this tree hasn't bloomed yet, otherwise I could continue to make some."
The bride followed his gaze and looked over.
And the next moment, the osmanthus tree was in bloom, and a trace of scarlet breath wrapped around the osmanthus tree, prompting the clusters of rice-like buds to bloom rapidly.
But the blood-red osmanthus.
After letting the tree bloom, the bride turned to look at Xu Shuo again.
Xu Shuo: "..."
He walked over and picked a cluster of osmanthus flowers.
It is true.
It still smells like blood.
However, only the bride would dare to eat the osmanthus cake made with this kind of osmanthus.
He didn't even dare to eat it.
Xu Shuo suddenly turned his head to look at the yard and saw the bride's figure gradually blurring and disappearing. Her breath was no longer felt around her. She must have left here.
The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the sound of birds and insects could be heard from the back mountain.
Twisting red osmanthus flowers in his hand, Xu Shuo thought for a moment and opened the player's manual.
Then a small flying letter is released.
After a while.
Hongrao copied "One Hundred Ways to Make Osmanthus Cake" for him.
There was also a complaint at the end: [Xiao Shuoer, if you had been more diligent in cooperating with me to write books before, our teacher-student relationship would have been upgraded long ago. After reaching level two, I can directly transfer props to you. And ah
, if you encounter more than a dozen pieces of osmanthus cake, you will give one or two pieces as a gift once, and you won’t give them away so quickly, then the whole plate is not a one-time prop!】
Xu Shuo: "..."
It's so shabby to only give away one piece at a time.
He gave away one plate at a time. Wouldn’t this increase his favorability level immediately?!
Besides, the red sweet-scented osmanthus cake is full of resentment. Even if you can directly transfer the props, you won’t be able to find this one!
Xu Shuo finished justifying himself in his heart.
…
This night, many people are destined to be unable to sleep.
Early next morning.
Refreshed, Xu Shuo walked out of the room and looked at the osmanthus tree with red osmanthus flowers in the yard, feeling somewhat enlightened.
The bride's resentment doesn't only take effect at night.
This tree is really blooming.
Prompted by resentment.
Before the villagers noticed what was going on in their yard, Xu Shuo took out his cane and knocked down all the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers. Suddenly, a scarlet color fell from the bottom of the tree.
And just as he was gathering up all the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers, the old village chief peeked at the door of the courtyard.
Xu Shuo asked without raising his head: "What's the matter?"
The village chief looked around with some fear: "Is that girl here?"
"Not here."
So the village chief felt relieved and stepped into the yard with a sigh of relief. He turned around and saw Xu Shuo holding a bamboo plaque and gathering a large group of red flowers.
The flower was bright red, its corolla had four petals, and it was as bright as quenched blood.
The village chief looked at the bamboo plaque in Xu Shuo's arms, then looked up at the bare osmanthus tree in the corner of the yard, and finally his expression gradually turned strange.
"What is this?" the village chief asked.
"Freshly harvested osmanthus."
As Xu Shuo spoke, he walked into the kitchen with the bamboo plaque in his arms, then lit a fire and set up a pot, poured a bunch of bright red osmanthus flowers into the pot and stir-fried.
Logically speaking, osmanthus should be dried in the sun.
But it’s a cloudy day and it’s not raining.
The village chief looked on, and his expression suddenly became even more strange: "Are you planning to make sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"
Xu Shuo said "hmm" and concentrated on frying flowers.
Then the scene fell into silence.
The village chief stopped talking and just stood aside and watched him making sweet-scented osmanthus cake.
A bamboo plaque full of sweet-scented osmanthus was dried and condensed into a large bowl. Xu Shuo then took a stone mortar, added sugar and pounded the dried sweet-scented osmanthus into powder. In the end, only a small bowl was left.
At three o'clock in the morning, the entire Guihua Village, surrounded by mountains, has become lively again.
Except for a slight commotion at the Wang family gathering at the foot of the West Mountain, nothing seemed to have happened last night. The villagers went to the fields with their hoes as usual.
But even in such a leisurely and comfortable farm life, there is always a hint of weirdness.
…
In the kitchen.
When Xu Shuo started stirring the rice flour, the village chief, who had already found a bench to sit on, finally spoke up again: "Your two uncles have not been found since they disappeared last night."
"Yeah, that's quite a pity." Xu Shuo held the mortar and concentrated on stirring.
"The situation they encountered at that time was probably the same as what I and I encountered." The village chief sighed.
They encountered ghosts hitting the wall halfway down the mountain, but they were not ordinary people, so it was not difficult to find a way to escape from the illusion.
But if those two villagers didn't have the opportunity, they would probably be trapped there for the rest of their lives.
The village chief has no way to find the two of them for the time being.
Xu Shuo thought for a moment and looked up at Houshan: "You should change your thinking. Why did they encounter this? That's where they will most likely end up."
The village chief was stunned when he heard this.
Then he reacted suddenly, picked up his crutches, stood up and walked outside quickly.
Xu Shuo held the mortar and followed behind while stirring.
In this age without machines, it is really difficult to achieve a smooth and delicate texture by mixing coarse rice flour purely by hand!
The two of them walked around from the back of the house to the mountains.
After walking a section of the mountain road that Wang Tiezhu had opened for hunting, the village chief turned around and walked into the overgrown bushes, instead walking down the mountain.
After a while.
The vision in front of me suddenly became clear.
There are groups of tombstones.
Hundreds of densely packed tombstones stand on the hillside, arranged quite neatly. Although there are weeds, they are not high. It can be seen that the villagers still take care of this place every year.
There are no tall trees or weeds to obscure the view, so at a glance, the hillside seems to be composed of black stone monuments.
This is the cemetery of Osmanthus Village.
Therefore, the Yin energy here is extremely strong.
Xu Shuo looked up and saw that the cemetery sky in his sight was entangled with thick and heavy darkness, like a tumbling hurricane and thunderstorm, filled with the power of destroying the world!
