All the wealth needed for the marriage seemed to grow out of the earth, and this house suddenly appeared.
They don't need to fret or even force a smile.
The host of this wedding banquet was very generous, facing an endless stream of congratulators.
Izumo Aguo was at the door and greeted him with a smile.
As far as the eye can see on the flowing mat, there are flowers blooming, joy and joy, and children running around and playing, clamoring to see the bride.
Shidunai sat in the front seat, closing her eyes and concentrating. The words mixed with the villagers' deliberately lowered voices reached her ears.
"What a pity. The young master this time is a rare good man."
"Hey, if this goes on day by day, can the village survive?"
"I don't know how those monsters will appear this time."
"I hope the young master will not die like Kintaro, well..."
"do not talk."
"Otherwise I'll be dragged away by that again."
All kinds of sounds fell into her ears, and the corners of Shidunai's mouth curled up. She had already spelled out the truth in her heart. I'm afraid this so-called happy event was like a drama.
They are the main characters on the stage, while the villagers are the supporting characters in the drama.
Its main purpose is to kill the "protagonist".
Moreover, before today, many "protagonists" were killed.
The only problem now is-
——Why go to such trouble?
Just when Shidunai was about to continue listening a little more, the rest suddenly shouted to stop.
"Shidu Nei, forget it." The rest shook his head and said, "If we violate the taboo, we will be fine. These ordinary people may not survive."
Hearing this, Shidu Nei smiled half-heartedly, "Do you also care about ordinary people?"
The rest said: "It's just that if the child here dies, Atta will be very sad. I don't want to face her sad expression."
"------"
Shidunai pondered for a while and said sadly: "It's like you obviously committed suicide and resurrected in the paradise is the best choice, but you are struggling here because you don't want to see them sad..."
"You are really uncomfortable living!"
What Shitunai said is a fact.
Being so far away and inexplicably unable to use his powers, in such a situation, resurrecting in the paradise through suicide is the best option.
But just like Sakura died and didn't want the rest to know, he didn't want to be resurrected either.
Even if they can be resurrected, dying is enough to make those who care about them sad and overwhelmed, so the rest are now stuck in this situation.
To this...
"I think it's pretty good." The remaining person said softly, with a smile on his face, "If not, how could I have met you?"
Hearing this, Shidunai just rolled his eyes and glanced at the boy secretly.
At this point, both of them stopped talking.
A young man is wandering in the world.
A girl was thoughtful.
Just like before.
The wedding banquet was still going on. After Izumo Aguo finished his busy work, he walked into the hall and saw Yu and Shidouchi sitting at the front seat, like two stone statues, and couldn't help but sigh.
"This is really a standard bitter drama unfolding between the vicious sister, the lazy husband, and the wife who is forced to work..."
The gorgeous tone reached his ears, and the rest felt amused and said: "I see you are enjoying it."
"Aguo, I don't hate such happy events."
Izumo Aguo nodded, and then showed a trace of regret, "Unfortunately, I am playing the role of a wife this time, so I can't perform. It feels a bit regretful."
Saying this, she looked at the rest.
The young man was seen wearing black and white plain clothes, which looked more like a Tang suit than a kimono. However, in any case, it did not look like the clothes a groom should wear. Instead, he looked like he was attending a funeral.
However, most Japanese folk customs are like this. The so-called solemnity is a bit underworld in the eyes of Chinese people.
Although it was a little weird, Izumo Aguo clapped his hands and said: "Okay, according to the custom here, my dear should also go to welcome the bride."
Hearing this, the rest of the people frowned. Most of the so-called customs in this supernatural place have traps.
"Ah Guo, who told you about this custom?"
"That's what the clan elder said."
Izumo Aguo pointed to a respected old man at a certain wine table.
The rest immediately stood up, walked to the old man's side, and said, "Old man, I have been away from home for a long time and have forgotten the customs here. I wonder if there are any rules and taboos?"
"How can there be so much exquisiteness in the countryside?" The old man looked tired when he heard this, and there seemed to be regret in his eyes. "Sir, just follow the wedding team and set off."
The rest of them raised their eyes, looking as usual, and walked towards the welcoming team.
I saw a bustling team, surrounded by a colorfully decorated float.
The float was an obvious Japanese-style utensil imitating the Tang Dynasty. It looked like a sedan, but it also looked like a carriage, pulled by several young adults.
The rest were inexplicably reminded of the sedans used by oirans in ancient Japan to parade through the streets, and the sedans used by princesses during the Heian period.
He nodded, rode on a horse in front of the procession, led the float, and was surrounded by the procession. He left the house in a mighty manner and headed straight to the outside of the village.
……
The village under the mountain.
The funeral procession began to circle the village in a sad atmosphere. Yang Yuhuan recruited many maids made of flames to play sad music in conjunction with him.
Musashi and Souji followed the procession. Amidst the music, a mourning woman wiped her face and suddenly began to cry loudly: "My son, you got on the sedan chair, fastened the nails, and put a hijab on your head. I passed the sedan chair today, but I can’t think of anything to do tomorrow.”
"Son, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, darling! If you want to be good, don't behave like your parents. Father-in-law should be filial and obedient. Neighbors should be accommodating. It's more important than anything else. A stranger brings familiarity to his feet. A stranger's mother-in-law accepts a bride in his eyes. Take three steps forward and wink tightly. Step back. Open your mouth slowly in three steps, do Nvrong more often, and practice Nvrong in your free time."
"I am a daughter-in-law today and a mother-in-law tomorrow. This is how life is lived. Each generation becomes more harmonious~~?"
Amid the cries of marriage, the funeral procession slowly walked out of the village.
Suddenly, the entire team was enveloped in a gauze-like mist, making them look as blurry as a wet landscape painting.
Musashi and Souji suddenly felt a sense of sadness in their hearts, as if they were going to cry the next moment.
Zheng———!
The sound of Yang Yuhuan's pipa reached her ears, driving away such sadness.
Musashi and the Chief Director breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the atmosphere of this supernatural horror novel was really tricky. If it weren't for Yang Yuhuan, they might have fallen into trouble.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little grateful.
However, Yang Yuhuan, who was playing music in the winding queue, was a little absent-minded. She inexplicably thought of the crazy female painter in her dream and whispered in a very low voice.
"At the critical moment, you can lie down in the coffin to save yourself..."
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Ps: [-] water produced two Ellie, weapons and a stigmata, but one is still missing.
I plan to save some more water before the end of the pool, and I should be able to pump it out.
Finally, I wish you all can draw Ellie!
Because you look lonely: Chapter 2: How can swordsmanship be such an inconvenience (4k)
A village by the river.
The procession of welcoming brides played and played, and left the village surrounded by floats and the rest sitting on white horses.
The surrounding fog suddenly rose, and the scenery that had just been clear suddenly fell into chaos and blur.
The rest of them felt a little heavy in their hearts and looked around. They saw nothing unusual about the villagers around them, as if the mist did not exist. Even the white horse under its crotch was walking along as it was doing.
The rest stared at these villagers and saw a hint of numbness in their eyes.
"Ugh……"
The rest sighed softly, then frowned and looked ahead, only to see a stone bridge vaguely visible in the mist.
The stone bridge is very old, and you can tell at a glance that it is quite old.
"------"
Inexplicably, I thought of the common villages in the south of the Yangtze River. They were obviously separated by a small river. Even the residents of both villages came from different places, but they were regarded as the same village.
"If this river were shallow enough to be crossed, it would indeed be just a village."
Whispering to himself, I suddenly thought that the village opposite was probably where Musashi and others were, and it was also the village full of elegiac couplets mentioned by Ranmaru X.
In a nutshell, it is actually one village, separated by a small river, and is treated as two villages.
Suddenly, the team welcoming the bride stopped and did not step onto the stone bridge.
The rest looked at the villagers pulling the sedan aside, "Can you see the bridge in front of you?"
This was a simple question. Even though the numbness in their eyes remained, the villagers who received the hospitality still responded.
The villagers did not dare to say anything, but nodded first and then shook their heads.
The rest asked in confusion: "You mean, you know there is a bridge here, but you can't see it?"
This time, the villagers present nodded one after another.
call----!
Without any warning, the cold wind blew past the back of his head, making everyone present feel a chill.
The rest of his eyes narrowed slightly because he could feel that the empty sedan suddenly became a little heavier.
The villagers pulling the sedan looked at each other and saw that they had already received the bride.
The rest of them narrowed their eyes, as if thinking. When a villager passed by, he stepped on the ground deliberately, as if to remind the rest of him something, and then several villagers made similar hints.
"Underground?"
……
The village under the mountain.
The funeral procession from the mountain village marched with difficulty in the fog.
I don’t know how far I’ve walked, and I don’t know where I’ve ended up.
Suddenly, everyone felt a gust of wind blowing against their faces.
The dark wind came suddenly and went away quickly, causing all the villagers to tremble uncontrollably.
Musashi and Souji's eyes were slightly focused, their eyebrows were furrowed, and they looked around, only to see that the thick fog before had quickly dissipated from behind them, and the surrounding scenery suddenly became clear.
They were currently on a hillside outside the village, and it seemed they hadn't gone too far, because right here they could overlook the villages and hills in the distance.
And in front of us is a very large cemetery!
At this moment, the village head in the team stood still and said, "The place is here, we can start the burial."
At that moment, all the villagers called the coffin bearers to come forward, took out the tools they carried, found a relatively empty place among the densely packed tombs, and began to dig the tomb chamber.
Miyamoto Musashi looked around. She saw that Yang Yuhuan seemed to have something to say, but due to the need to perform sad music, she had to express it with her eyes.
Musashi followed her eyes and saw that there was a door at the entrance of the cemetery.
It is a wooden gate similar to a torii gate or an archway.
On the plaque on the door, it says "Men Guan" in Chinese characters.
There seemed to be another vague word between these two words. After Musashi pondered for a while, he knew that it was probably "Gate of Hell".
"Could it be that it needs to be at a specific time?"
Musashi suspected that at a moment similar to the moment of encountering a demon, the vague first word would appear, and then if they had not left, they would have touched the taboo.
