Chapter 44

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It is very easy to lose the sense of direction in the dark, Huang Qiaoyi did not dare to walk around, and after staying in place for half a moment, he heard a sound from afar.

At first, it seemed to be covered in a glass cover, and it was vaguely intelligible.

With the sound of a crisp gong, the darkness around Huang Qiao's body was dissipated with the wind as if it had been dissolved.

He was standing on a crowded street, and everyone, including himself, was wearing period clothes.

The eyes and ears are full of human fireworks.

Huang Qiao was dumbfounded.

He knew that no matter how good the technology is now, it is impossible to present such a real virtual scene, not to mention how no one touched his body, how did he change his clothes with one click.

"Steamed buns, hot and fresh buns-"

The street vendor standing by the side was selling hard, and when Huang Qiao smelled it, he could really smell the fragrant smell of steamed buns.

Huang Qiao broke out in a cold sweat, which was too mysterious.

He firmly believed in the materialist view for more than 20 years, which was strongly impacted.

"Why hasn't Fang Shaoying's team come yet? It's almost past the auspicious day."

A woman hiding under the eaves to enjoy the shade stretched her neck and muttered.

"In my opinion, I'm afraid this marriage won't be possible, but you don't know that Fang Shao made such a fuss yesterday that he didn't want to marry even if he died."

The proprietress of the incense powder shop next to her vividly told what happened to her husband when he was on business in Fangfu.

"Hey, here we come!"

I don’t know who shouted at the original place, and before everyone stood on tiptoe to take a closer look, the joy of suona-based suona had already spread into everyone’s ears.

Huang Qiao frowned, the voice was indescribably harsh, his eardrums hurt from the shock, but all the people around him looked happy.

The groom on horseback walked into everyone's field of vision after a while, holding a sword and staring eyes, with a dignified appearance.

Against the background of the scarlet robe, her face is like a crown of jade, and her appearance is beautiful.

It was this person's appearance that really made Huang Qiao jump.

Isn't this Fan Yichen!

At Fan Yichen's funeral a while ago, he watched the live broadcast and offered flowers in the barrage.

Now he was in an unknown place and saw a dead man!

Huang Qiao took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and took a step back involuntarily, but accidentally stepped on the foot of the person behind him.

"Sorry." He subconsciously apologized.

"It doesn't matter." The voice from behind was indescribably cold, "It's just that you broke my foot, you have to replace me."

Instead of what?

Huang Qiao was at a loss, and his body began to lose control.

The line of sight seems to be covered with a layer of water vapor, and it is not clear.

When he reacted, he suddenly felt like he was carrying something heavy on his shoulders.

His waist was about to be bent, but he couldn't let it go.

Taking a closer look, he actually came to the welcoming team, carrying the red sedan chair in the back row.

Huang Qiao opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single syllable.

The welcoming team marched forward in a mighty way, and Huang Qiao stumbled as he carried the sedan chair.

The other sedan chairmen didn't seem to see anything, and let Huang Qiaoyi lift the sedan chair as if it were climbing a mountain road, which was very steep.

The harsh suona still sounded unhurriedly. After a long time, Huang Qiaoyi felt as if he had gotten used to it.

When the team reached the corner, the suona let out a long beep, and it went down sharply, turning from joy to sorrow.

Huang Qiao's heart skipped a beat, no one would play this song when they got married.

A gust of wind blew, and the clouds covered the sun.

Huang Qiao was pleasantly surprised to find that he seemed to be able to speak, and immediately complained: "How can you play this song when you are married, do you understand?"

As soon as the voice fell, the team stopped.

Perhaps it was an illusion, the sedan chair on his shoulders seemed to be heavier.

"Who said this is a marriage?" The bearer who stood in front of Huang Qiaoyi along the way slowly turned around.

The wind rustled against him, and two exaggerated blushes were applied to his pale cheeks.

Huang Qiao held her breath, and in front of him turned out to be a paper man.

He hurriedly swept around, and found that everyone except him had turned into paper figurines.

"Funerals don't play this music or anything."

The paper figurine's voice is high-pitched, and it sounds a bit like a big man's hard concave clip, which is very funny.

But Huang Qiaoyi couldn't smile at all.

When did this turn into a funeral procession?

But there is no way to carry a sedan chair at a funeral.

Along the way, it was like a sedan chair that was glued to Huang Qiao's shoulder, and suddenly fell down a corner.

The people in the sedan chair were bumped and fell out.

The paper figure standing at the front hurried up to help, shouting in a characteristic and weird voice: "Miss, are you alright?"

I saw that the paper figure respectfully hugged the 'Miss' who was wearing a wedding dress.

Huang Qiao must take a look, what kind of bride is that, this is also a paper man.

He remembered the ghost stories he had heard before. Could it be that this was a yin marriage?

The paper bearer put the paper bride back in the sedan chair, covered his head, and shouted, "Get up from the sedan—"

The grief sounded again, and the team had already marched into a forest.

The leaves flying all over the sky reflect the white sunlight, and it looks like paper money from God.

Huang Qiao was sure it was not an illusion, the sedan chair was really getting heavier and heavier.

He suspected that he was bearing more than he could handle, and his bones creaked overwhelmedly.

On the contrary, the paper figurines who had no weight on their own were relaxed and comfortable, as if the sedan chairs they were carrying were also made of paper.

Huang Qiaoyi didn't know how long it took, and whether it was a wedding or funeral procession, it seemed like there was no end.

Just keep going, to the abyss of hell.

"Hee hee." In the dim consciousness, Huang Qiao heard the children's laughter coming from above.

He looked up and found that the top of the sedan chair was filled with paper-pulled children before he knew it, and they were playing and fighting in the small space.

Perhaps it was because of too many shocks, Huang Qiaoyi's first reaction was that it was no wonder that the sedan chair was getting heavier and heavier. Can so many arrogant children not sink?

"Is it here?" asked the lead paper bearer.

The rest of the bearers replied, "It's here, that's right, it's here."

Huang Qiao stretched his neck and looked forward. It was a big hole dug, apparently to bury these people together.

"Then let's start, don't miss the hour."

The paper bearer took out a fire bag and set himself on fire.

The paper paste burns very fast, and in a few seconds, a pinch of ashes is left on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the remaining bearers also repeated the actions of the leader. Huang Qiao took the opportunity to take a step back, thinking that this was a good opportunity to escape.

Before he could open his legs, the paper figure in front turned his head around, "Why haven't you started yet?"

Huang Qiao ignored him and ran forward desperately. He didn't care whether Fan Yichen was a human or a ghost, but he was still a familiar face and felt somewhat secure.

When he ran to the front row, the paper figurine blowing the suona had already burned halfway, and the hand holding the suona was persuading him to stand up straight, looking a little intimidating.

Looking around Huang Qiaoyi, only then did he realize that Fan Yichen was surrounded by ropes around his waist, tied tightly.

The fabric on the waist and abdomen was full of folds, so it could be seen that Fan Yichen struggled a lot along the way.

Huang Qiaoyi wanted to help him untie the rope, but the rope seemed to have life, and the tighter it got, the tighter it couldn't be pulled.

"What the hell is this, are you still awake, how can I save you?"

Huang Qiaoyi found that although he was staring at him, his eyes were not on him, as if he was looking at the person behind him through him.

Huang Qiao turned his head with a frown, and a creature with brown-red fur came running over his hair.

He couldn't help but cursed because of the pain.

When he regained his senses, he realized that it was a fox. Its appearance was similar to the one he encountered in the warehouse, but upon closer inspection, there was still a slight difference in coat color.

Leaving Huang Qiao's helpless rope, the fox snapped it in a few bites.

Fan Yichen finally regained his freedom, but he didn't have any embarrassment for the rest of his life. Instead, like a noble boy who fell down, he got up gracefully and patted the dust on his sleeves.

Then he looked in one direction, "Thank you for your help."

The fox at Fan Yichen's feet flicked its tail, ran quickly in the direction of Fan Yichen's line of sight, and jumped up.

Only then did Huang Qiao realize that there was still a person standing among the shadows of the trees.

The man was dressed in white, and his hair was as black as ink.

The hem of her clothes and her hair fluttered in the breeze, like a fairy traveling around the world, hurriedly falling into the world on a whim to rescue a mortal.

After the leaves drifting in the wind scattered, Huang Qiao realized that this person was very familiar to him, and he had just met him not long ago.

Isn't this the vase season Jersey that he despised.

It was Fan Yichen just now and Ji Zexi now, what the hell are these two doing.

What's more outrageous is that the two don't seem to know each other.

Fan Yichen took two steps forward in Ji Zexi's direction, and Ji Zexi immediately stepped back two steps.

"Don't be afraid, I have no ill intentions."

Huang Qiaoyi felt speechless, how could the rescuer be pressed step by step, but the rescuer looked scared.

"What are you doing here, hurry up, it's too late." Several unburned paper figurines rushed over with their broken bodies, wanting to perish with the two of them.

Fan Yichen frowned and took out a dagger hidden in his sleeve.

"Don't be like this," Ji Zexi, who was still a little afraid of people just now, came over step by step and said he was going, but his steps were extra light, more like floating over on the air, "Ordinary ice blades can't deal with them. "

Ji Zexi patted the fox who was cuddling in his arms, and the fox spiritually jumped to the ground, staying far away.

Huang Qiao was still a little excited when he saw this scene. He wondered if Ji Zexi wanted to do it. He had only seen spells in special effects before. Could it be that he was going to see the real guy today?

He was thinking about standing at another angle to see more clearly, but when he moved, he happened to meet the paper bride in the sedan chair.

The makeup of the paper bride is obviously much more delicate than that of the paper bearer, but it can't hide the gloomy aura.

Huang Qiao watched as the paper bride gave her a terrifying smile.

A mournful female voice resounded in my mind: "Since he escaped, then you can replace him!"

"Ahhh!"

Ji Zexi looked at Huang Qiaoyi who was lying on the ground screaming and sighed.

I don't know what happened to this, it looked very pitiful.

As he walked, he found that Song Xing also and Huang Qiao suddenly stood still, and knew that they must have been trapped by something again.

Fan Yichen asked him to wait a while to see the situation, and he went outside to see Xue Yize.

Ji Zexi nodded in response.

Looking at the table below, almost an hour has passed.

Song Xing also stayed motionless over there, but Huang Qiaoyi was screaming and shouting, and it was a little terrifying to hear at night.

"Tuk Tuk."

There was a knock on the door from the room inside.

It stands to reason that there should be no one inside, but Ji Zexi believes in his own physique, and he can never be bewitched by evil spirits.

Ji Zexi gave himself a deep breath, and walked over cautiously with a flashlight.

Said to be the door, it was actually just a piece of wood temporarily placed here, and if you pushed it open, it was another room.

The inner structure is basically the same as the outer one, but the length is the same and the width is narrower.

There are also a few pottery jars piled up in the corner, don't know what they are used for.

Ji Zexi swept around with a flashlight, but saw no one.

Did you hear it wrong?

Alone, he didn't dare to go deep in. He was about to withdraw when something caught him by his feet.

Ji Zexi looked down and saw that it was a small tripod, the size of an adult head.

Ji Zexi was shocked, wouldn't this be the Ding they were looking for, would it be so easy.

He picked Kanae up unsuspectingly.

At the same time, two voices came into my ears.

The former has a slightly higher pitch and is slightly immature, while the latter is inexplicably familiar.

The voice was strong and weak, as if some important information had been deliberately erased.

"If... don't remember you, what are you going to do?"

"I can wait for him to remember."

"What if you don't remember?"

"Then... wait until I forget him too."

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