Chapter 263: A red thread in my heart
The mark on my wrist becomes more and more burning.
Bailian felt a trace of deep hatred in this hot pain.
Finally, the team stopped in front of an ancient dilapidated house that was rarely visited.
The deserted house is desolate all around, and the wind is whimpering.
The deserted house is deep and secluded, and behind it is a towering cliff and an abyss. The cliff is barren and thorns and weeds grow wildly.
There are many rocks, and an ancient tree with bare branches and leaves grows in front of the cliff.
The trunk of the tree is extremely thick, as thick as a dozen people hugging each other. It is vigorous and green, with roots covering the cliff. The yin energy is very heavy. I am afraid that this ancient tree will absorb the yin energy of a few more years. Afraid of becoming a monster.
The old house has old walls, moss-covered grass steps, and is deserted.
The two will-o'-the-wisps in front of the team jumped and fell into two old yellow paper lanterns hanging in the front yard of the deserted house.
A green will-o'-the-wisp jumped into it, and the flames instantly turned blood red, illuminating the steps, making it eerie.
The deserted house was empty, and Bai Lian did not see Ghost Lang.
After getting out of the big red sedan chair, a mound of earth suddenly rose up from the soft earth under his feet. Bailian's expression remained unchanged as he watched a woman in a green shirt emerge from the mound.
The woman's complexion took on a lifeless leaden color, and her neck was covered with corpse spots. She must have been dead for a long time.
She staggered and stood up, swaying left and right. As she moved, a string of bells around her waist jingled.
Bailian's expression changed slightly, and he obviously recognized the bell.
This is the identity bell of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance.
This woman is from the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance.
He died here.
Fang Geyu suddenly whispered: "I know her. She was Lan Youdie's personal maid. She died in the hands of Meng Chengzhi, but I didn't expect that the body was hidden in this deserted house."< br>
In this way, the old man from the study was even more conscientious in his work for Yu Guilang.
The dead woman has no soul under her body. She is like an empty puppet. She walks stiffly in front of Bailian. Her bruised fingers untie the red ribbon from his hair and replace it. A white mourning ribbon.
The dress has red makeup and a white belt to tie up her hair.
This is an ancient wedding dress from the Zhongyou Dynasty.
Bailian let Shi do what he wanted. After changing the hair tie, the deserted house suddenly became lively.
Dozens of identical earthen bags arched up in the ground, and a figure crawled out of the tomb without a monument.
There are men and women, most of them are wearing auspicious red clothes.
Most of the bodies of the men and women in red crawling out from deeper underground have rotted away.
If one had not seen it with one's own eyes, who would have imagined that the ancient city of Xianling, which was famous all over Tianyao, actually contained such a large number of walking corpses.
Fang Geyu rarely showed a quiet side, his eyes coldly scanned the scene in front of him, but he did not show the girl's panic and confusion.
The deserted house is deep, dilapidated and dark.
A female corpse in red has a pair of empty eyes. It seems that this woman died not long ago, and there is no strong corpse smell on her body like other corpses.
But even this made Fang Geyu, who had a mysophobia, feel as disgusted as eating ten pounds of dead fish offal.
Bailian was afraid that Fang Geyu would not be able to bear it any longer. In a rage, he drew his sword and chopped the corpses into pieces.
Out of the corner of her eye, her body trembled slightly, and her bare hands under her red sleeves clenched into small fists. However, she did not have an attack after all, and was temporarily led into the hospital by the female corpse.
In the inner courtyard of the deserted house, there is another ancient tree. Different from the withered old tree on the edge of the cliff, this tree has lush branches and leaves, and fireflies are flying around.
The two tall figures who were originally welcoming the bride came over, swaying and supporting each other, and took their seats one by one.
Looking at this movement and posture, there is actually some warmth and harmony that is somewhat distant, like a country couple who have supported each other and relied on each other for many years. There was just one of them, who seemed to be a middle-aged and wealthy man. His paper head was smashed by Fang Geyu. His strength seemed to have been exhausted. Now that he walked back to the deserted house, he could only feel his body. He slumped on the chair helplessly.
The other person seemed to be his wife, who was so gentle that she was smoothing the breath on his chest.
But can this paper man still breathe?
Bailian is deeply suspicious of this.
With the sound of gongs and drums, apricot blossoms were flying, adding a bit of sweet and strange floral fragrance to the air.
The white belt is floating and the bell is ringing.
The cold wind suddenly picked up, ruffling a pool of spring water with apricot blossoms, causing ripples in the quiet pool and lingering petals, suddenly adding a bit of spring beauty to this quiet and deep cold night.
The mark of ghost marriage on the wrist becomes more and more hot, like a red-hot charcoal branded into the skin.
The intense pain made Balian frown.
He was not afraid of pain, but was a little worried about Fang Geyu.
Subconsciously, he turned his head and glanced at her. Even though the mark on his wrist was scarlet and life-threatening, he saw that the face under the thin red gauze had the same expression, without any change.
Bailian was a little surprised that she could endure the pain like this.
There was a stinging pain in Bailian's wrist, and the ghost marriage mark burned his skin like weeping blood. A wisp of bright red blood turned into a zigzag red line, and the same scene was on Fang Geyu's side.
The two-phase red wires are intertwined and twisted into a concentric knot.
The pain dissipated, the mark became numb, and gradually, there was a bit of itchy warmth in the wrist.
The warmth poured into my mind like substance.
Bailian was slightly stunned, his eyes were blank for a moment, and he tilted his head to look at Fang Geyu subconsciously. His clear consciousness seemed to be occupied by something incomprehensible for a very brief moment.
Staring at the beautiful woman beside him actually gave him an illusion.
One way is that tonight is the day he and her get married, and the girl beside him is the wife he will spend his whole life with.
Bailian was horrified by this thought all his life, and his mind suddenly became clear.
Looking at Fang Geyu, she snorted coldly and looked at the red line on her wrist playfully, as if watching a child's trick, but she was not affected by it at all.
In the deep darkness, a dark and cold sight detected.
Fang Geyu's eyes moved slightly, and then he made a deeply affected, ignorant and affectionate look. He glanced at Bai Lian shyly and timidly, and called out in a voice that he thought was very soft: "Langjun~"
Bailian couldn't help but tremble violently, and with sharp eyes he noticed the cold hairs on Fang Ge Yuxiu's neck, and goosebumps popped out.
There is also the little look in his eyes that seems to be about to welcome someone but contains a sharp murderous intent.
I want to stare him to death!
Fang Geyu, who has always been venomous, never called him such a disgusting name.
Balian thought blankly, are you sure you don't want to say 'dog thief! Take your life! ’?
Fang Geyu took a deep breath, and when no one saw it, he tapped each other with his two index fingers in front of his chest, lowered his head and whispered in a low voice: "Fake, everything that happened tonight It’s all fake, Ge’er, don’t take it seriously.”
When the bride enters the room, the bride’s hijab is lifted, and the female body in red washes off the remaining makeup, leaving only the red lipstick. Under the dim candlelight, the girl’s face is clear and fair. .
There are servants carrying tea and water, coming and going, dressed thoughtfully.
Bailian untied the white hair tie in his hair, looked at the boy with gloomy eyes, and pursed his lips in silence.
The deserted house is full of ghosts and dead people.
But this boy is a living person.
Moreover, this living person was recognized by Bai Lian and Fang Geyu.
Ji Ting is the eldest son of Ji.
(End of this chapter)