Chapter 107 You are going to marry me today (1)
The deafening sound of the suona woke Wen Chan up.
She felt her body shaking, as if she was being carried.
Opening her eyes, she saw a red color. She seemed to be wearing a red hijab.
He reached out and pulled it off, and found himself sitting in a small sedan chair, holding a glowing red lantern in his hand.
There were gongs and drums and suonas beating outside, and the matchmaker's auspicious words came one after another, which didn't sound festive at all.
There were no congratulations to be heard, as if everything was just a formality.
She gently opened the sedan curtain and glanced at the situation outside.
It is dark now, with dark clouds and closed moon. Only the red lanterns carried by the wedding team are giving off a faint light.
Marrying a wife late at night does not seem like a good sign.
What's more, the group of people attending the marriage ceremony all lowered their heads and didn't dare to look around at all. Even the matchmaker's face looked nervous and reserved.
They are simply dressed in ancient costumes.
At this time, the group of people was carrying her up the mountain.
Wen Chan put down the curtain and gained a little understanding of this copy.
In ancient times, there was a practice of sacrificial marriage, right?
"Cicada."
The matchmaker's voice suddenly came from outside the sedan chair, and Wen Chan listened quietly.
“When you finish circumnavigating Yinshan Mountain, you will be the bride of the Well God. From now on, you will live in the Well Temple. When you enter the Well Temple, you must say good things to the Well God and let Him bless our Qingshan Village with good weather. Ah!”
Wen Chan didn’t answer.
The matchmaker didn’t expect her to answer either.
She was mumbling to herself outside, "I hope everything goes well tonight and I can complete the circle safely."
Wen Chan listened to her voice and clicked on her watch.
Surprisingly, there was a lot of information given this time.
[Immersive script killing, all-female version:
Your identity: migrant Wen Chan.
It has been more than a month since I fled to the village, and it is the annual wedding day for the Well God in the village. You are an outsider and have not been in the village for more than a year. You will not be among the candidates for the Well God's bride for the time being. Don't worry. 】
Wen Chan: "?"
She was originally very interested in this rare copy with a plot, but after reading a few lines, she found that the content it gave was completely inconsistent with her.
Not only did she become the bride of the Well God, she also sat on the sedan chair.
Then look down.
[There are three people from outside households and two people from local households this time, for a total of five people. Do what you should do in your capacity and find out the truth about marrying the god of the well.
Otherwise, after the local family gets married, it will be your turn——]
Wen Chan: "?"
I'm not a buddy, the last sentence is considered a threat, right?
It's her turn!
What kind of broken script is this?
Probably because of the immersive script, the group chat is not open this time, and other people’s information cannot be viewed.
"Is the bride this time really me?"
Wen Chan turned off the script and suddenly asked the matchmaker outside.
She clearly felt that the music outside was paused for two seconds.
Sure enough it wasn't her!
She was tricked as soon as she came up.
The matchmaker smiled awkwardly, "You were chosen by the Well God himself, so it's still fake?"
Wen Chan: "But I'm not from Qingshan Village."
< br>"Ahaha... Maybe the locals in Jingshen have seen enough and like the ones from other places that are fresh?"
The matchmaker changed her tone and said seriously: "You have been in our village for more than a month. You have joined our village long ago, and now you have excluded yourself. It really hurts the hearts of the people in our village."
Wen Chan Silent. The matchmaker continued: "What's wrong with marrying the Well God? From now on, you will be the God's wife in our village! The Well God is so powerful, I guarantee that you will give birth to a son within a year. When the time comes, the villagers will raise your son, and you don't have to do anything." , just be a bride with peace of mind, the rest of your life has been arranged by the villagers, what else are you dissatisfied with?"
Wen Chan: "..."
< br>Okay, got it.
Another story about giving birth to a son.
Wen Chan doesn't have to go behind to know the virtues of the people in this village.
She thought for a while and then changed the subject, "Does the Well God really exist? I've been here for more than a month and I haven't seen it."
The matchmaker was stunned for a moment and immediately cursed: "He is God! How can a little person like you see Him?"
"Since a little person like me can't see Him, why did you marry me to Him? After marrying Him, I can't see Him. How can we bear children to Him?”
"You..." The matchmaker was told that she didn't know how to answer the question.
"It's almost done. We're almost at the top of the mountain. Be quiet."
The person leading the way suddenly spoke up.
The surrounding instruments stopped, the matchmaker also closed her mouth, no one dared to speak anymore, and even her breathing slowed down a lot.
After walking for about five minutes, the sedan stopped.
Wen Chan was about to open the curtain to see what was going on outside, when a panicked voice whispered outside.
“Come on, come on… the angel is here!”
The matchmaker taught her in a hurry, “The angel will take you to the angel’s house in a while and help you clean yourself. After all the tacky things have been removed, they will send you back. Then we will go down the mountain and send you to the Jing Temple. , that will be your home from now on. Remember, don’t anger them.”
Wen Chan felt a little funny, “What’s wrong with the God’s house being on the mountain? Is the messenger more noble than the well god?”
“Stop talking!” the matchmaker scolded.
After a while, a pole stretched out from the sedan.
Wen Chan thought for a while, put the hijab on, held the red lantern in one hand and the pole with the other, and slowly got off the sedan.
Everyone around them lowered their heads and trembled, as if they would die at any time if they raised their heads.
Through the gap in the hijab, she could clearly see the so-called angels, two men wearing green-faced fang masks, wearing dark red clothes that looked like wedding clothes.
Lead her with a stick and let her go with them.
Wen Chan thought that her mission was to find out the truth about marrying the well god, so she followed them obediently.
It was rare for a woman to neither cry nor make trouble, which surprised the two angels and couldn't help but look at her twice.
Not long after, Wen Chan was taken into a small wooden house. The two of them made her sit on the only bed in the house, and then left the room.
The two people outside the door were rustling and didn’t know what they were doing.
Not long after, one of the people came in.
As soon as I came in, I couldn't wait to start taking off my clothes.
“What does this mean?” Wen Chan, who was under the hijab, slightly curled her lips, and the meaning of her smile was unclear.
The man didn't hide anything, "Inspect the goods for Jing Shen!"
After saying that, he rushed towards Wen Chan.
Wen Chan lifted the hijab, ducked sideways, grabbed the other man's hair with his backhand, held his head down and slammed him against the wall next to him.
"Ah!!"
The angel screamed. He was wearing a mask on his face. This time, he was not only hurt by being hit by the wall, but also hurt by the mask.
The mask also shattered from the divine envoy's face because of Wen Chan's excessive force, scratching his face.
Blood ran down his face.
The incident happened so suddenly that he didn't even react. He only felt dizzy and had stars in his eyes.
"Hey? Isn't this the Wang Daniu of the village? When did you become a divine envoy?"
Wen Chan knocked his head against the wall again.
(End of this chapter)