Chapter 397: Geng Jingzhong, a cold-hearted man, kills Tian Heng Island in time
The dense voices of the little girls, like death talismans, hit Jiang Shouzhong's eardrums wave after wave.
The sound became louder and more chaotic.
It felt as if countless steel needles were piercing into my ears, and even my head was starting to ache.
The first person who couldn't stand it was the charming and beautiful old woman.
Her beautiful face was twisted and distorted by anger and fear, and she yelled at the little girl at the top of her lungs, "Shut up!!"
The little girl seemed not to hear and continued jumping around.
The small figure shuttled back and forth in the room, constantly shouting "bridal chamber".
With each shout, the sound became sharper and more piercing.
At this time, the old woman's smooth skin began to wrinkle rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, her original youthful and charming appearance disappeared, replaced by an old and haggard appearance.
The old woman was terrified. She hurriedly picked up the candle on the table that had turned into a human hand and was burning with a strange flame, and smashed it hard on the little girl's head.
While smashing things, he shouted out of control at the other party to shut up.
Blood gushed out from the little girl's head and flowed down her cheeks. Soon, the blood was flowing profusely, dyeing her originally pale and delicate little face bright red.
But even so, she still mechanically repeated the word "bridal chamber".
The old woman looked increasingly desperate.
She raised her head suddenly, her bloodshot eyes almost popping out of their sockets, staring at Jiang Shouzhong outside the door, and then grabbed him: "Come in, mother!!"
Bang!
As soon as the old woman reached the door, she was blown away by an invisible force.
Then, her whole body was burning with white phosphorous flames.
The phosphorescent fire spread rapidly, enveloping her completely in the blink of an eye.
The old woman rolled on the ground in pain, and shrill screams continued to come out of her mouth.
Her skin began to fester rapidly, with pieces of charred flesh falling off, emitting a pungent stench.
The little girl was still jumping for joy.
The joyful sounds mixed with the old woman's wails and the burning sound of phosphorous fire.
On the wall, the statue of the Red Demon Lady stood there quietly under the light of the fire, watching everything that happened in the house with a cold gaze and a kind of superior indifference.
With the death of the old woman, the little girl who had been jumping and shouting in the house collapsed to the ground like a deflated balloon.
The sound of the mechanical repetition of "bridal chamber" also came to an abrupt end.
The room suddenly became quiet.
At the same time, the furniture and decorations in the house all aged and corroded rapidly.
The candle that was burning with a strange flame had now turned into a piece of bones, lying eerily on the uneven table.
On both sides of the street, little girls in other houses were still shouting.
Jiang Shouzhong listened to the noise and said unhappily, "If you shout again, I'll tear off all the seals on your door!"
The dog demon that had been snuggling at his feet also barked twice.
In an instant, the originally noisy street fell into deathly silence.
Jiang Shouzhong's guess was correct.
These houses are full of bride monsters who are alone in their empty rooms. Once an invitation is extended to a man and the seal is torn off, the man must step in and spend the bridal chamber with them.
In this way, the bride monster can be free.
If the man had not entered the house, his fate would have been the same as that of the old woman.
Jiang Shouzhong entered the house, picked up the puppet doll, walked to the old sculpture of the Red Demon Goddess, and observed this object that exuded an evil aura.
"Red demon..."
Jiang Shouzhong recalled the huge statue that he and Xiao Lingqiu had seen in the Peach Blossom Land that looked like Hong'er. He couldn't help but frown and muttered, "What is the relationship between Hong Yao and Hong'er? Could it be..."
At this moment, a suona sound suddenly came from outside.
Jiang Shouzhong was startled, walked out of the house, and found another wedding procession.
This wedding procession was different from the one he had seen before. Each member was thin, with a stiff posture, and walked in an unsteady manner. They were obviously paper figures.
They ignored Jiang Shouzhong and walked straight towards the house, then parked the sedan chair steadily in front of the door of the cottage.
Then, one of the paper figures took out a bunch of incense sticks, inserted a row of them in front of the sedan door and the door of the cottage, and then lit the incense with the fire stick in his hand.
In an instant, wisps of smoke rose up.
The strands of mist intertwined together and formed a faint path.
The curtain of the sedan chair was lifted.
A bride in a bright red wedding dress came out.
The bride has a graceful figure and her wedding dress is bright and eye-catching, red as fire, which makes her look quite beautiful.
I saw her tiptoe lightly stepping on the burning incense, and then she walked along the path paved with smoke, stepping on the incense gracefully step by step.
The movements were extremely light, and the slender waist swayed gracefully, as if carrying a kind of fascinating magic.
When the bride entered the cottage, the originally shabby and rotten cottage instantly looked brand new.
The statue of the Red Demon Goddess on the wall has disappeared.
The old woman's ashes on the ground were also gone.
The two large red candles on the table, which had originally been reduced to mere bones, now rekindled their bright flames, and the jumping candlelight illuminated the room in red.
The little girl, who had turned into a rotten skin, stood up again and began to jump up and down as before, shouting happily:
"The bride is coming... The bride is coming..."
A paper man walked out of the team, holding a seal with a big "囍" character in his hand. He stiffly stuck the seal on the door, sealing it again.
Jiang Shouzhong frowned as he watched all this. He was about to step forward, but suddenly he felt someone pat him on the shoulder, neither lightly nor heavily.
He turned around and saw that it was the paper man who beat the gong who had come up behind him. He looked at him with a pair of dark eyes and said faintly, "Don't delay. Just send the bride over."
Jiang Shouzhong was a little confused.
Only then was he surprised to find that he was wearing a paper dress without knowing when.
The paper clothes were rough in texture and rustled to the touch, and there were some strange patterns drawn on them with colored pens.
Even the puppy had an extra layer of paper clothing.
The puppy sniffed the paper clothes curiously, licked it twice with its tongue, and then wagged its tail happily.
The paper figurine put the gong into Jiang Shouzhong's hand and said:
"Let's go. The grave owner is getting married. Let's go ask for some wedding candy. If we're lucky, we might be able to get a few more."
Tomb owner?
Thinking of what the old woman had just said, Jiang Shouxin was moved and followed the wedding procession away.
Soon, they arrived at an old house in the wilderness.
The door of the ancient house was open, and countless sad red lanterns were floating in the air, illuminating the interior of the house with an eerie red color, like a sea of blood.
Many paper figures came in and out of the ancient house.
They were either holding something in their hands or talking to each other, but their movements were extremely mechanical and stiff.
Jiang Shouzhong saw the wedding procession that had escorted Jiang Yi before.
But the sedan was empty.
Many guests in the courtyard were sitting at the table, toasting their glasses and chatting, but they were all covered in black veils, and had no other facial features except for two hole-like eyes and mouths.
On the high platform in the yard, a group of brides were dancing gracefully.
They were dressed in gorgeous clothes, with fluttering red sleeves, and each of them had a graceful and extremely beautiful figure.
There was also an old man next to him who looked like a master of ceremonies, speaking in an incomprehensible dialect.
As he was speaking, the old man suddenly spread out his arms and made a gesture as if embracing the world.
In an instant, an extremely huge statue appeared in the air.
The face of the statue was still somewhat similar to Qu Hongling, revealing a very mysterious temperament. The blood-red skirt behind it seemed to have life and kept fluttering.
No one knew what the old man shouted, but everyone knelt down one after another.
Apart from the dancing bride, Jiang Shouzhong was the only one standing in the crowd, standing out particularly.
But no one paid attention to him.
The crowd seemed to be caught up in an endless frenzy, kneeling and worshipping crazily, some even dug out their hearts, livers, and eyes, held them high in their hands, and offered them as sacrifices. On the high platform, several brides danced even more happily.
The entire platform seemed to have become a gorgeous yet strange sea of flowers.
Suddenly, the brides gathered together quickly, and then began to spin happily with rhythmic steps.
As the speed of rotation became faster and faster, the red cloth on their bodies also flew up, like a huge red flower in full bloom.
Just as the red cloth flew to its highest point, the brides spread out in all directions like petals.
And in the middle of them, a bride suddenly appeared.
The bride was Jiang Yi.
It was just that Jiang Yi was hung with silk strings, like a puppet, and was slowly being pulled up.
"Mrs. Jiang!"
Jiang Shouzhong's face changed and he hurried to the platform.
As soon as he landed, he was surrounded by the brides.
The brides had stiff smiles on their faces as they continued to perform seductive dance moves, twisting their bodies and dancing with their red sleeves fluttering in circles around Jiang Shouzhong.
"Go away!"
Jiang Shouzhong's face darkened and he drew the sword from his waist without hesitation.
A cold light flashed.
The long sword swept a sharp arc in the air.
With a few muffled "puff" sounds, the brides were cut in half, with their upper and lower bodies separated in an instant and falling onto the platform one after another.
But the next moment, their bodies stuck together again and continued to dance around Jiang Shouzhong.
Jiang Shouzhong released the Yin-Yang Flying Sword.
The golden flying swords pierced through the bodies of the brides, who let out sharp screams and lay on the ground twisted in pain, soon turning into ashes.
Jiang Shouzhong leaped into the air, swung his sword to cut off the silk thread that was piercing Jiang Yi's body, and held her in his arms.
However, at this moment, Jiang Yi opened his eyes.
Her face changed rapidly and turned into that of Qu Hongling.
"Hong'er?"
Jiang Shouzhong stood there in a daze.
"Qu Hongling" looked at him coldly and asked, "Why... don't you kneel?"
Before Jiang Shouzhong could speak, the woman suddenly had a sharp knife in her hand and stabbed it into Jiang Shouzhong's chest.
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"Brother Xiao Jiang!"
Qu Hongling sat up suddenly, her chest heaving violently and gasping for breath.
Crystal clear sweat dripped down the girl's delicate white forehead, wetting her hair.
She subconsciously looked at her hands.
"Having a nightmare?"
Jiang Que asked softly on the other bed in the room.
During this period, the relationships between the girls became quite strange because of Jiang Shouzhong.
But surprisingly, Jiang Que, who has a rebellious personality, actually gets along well with Qu Hongling.
Of course, there are other reasons as well.
The Blood Spirit Cave's master, Lou Wanmo, had told her that in the future she should secretly help Qu Hongling unify the demon clan.
Originally, Jiang Que had some resentment in his heart, but after learning about the emotional history of Qu Hongling and Jiang Shouzhong, he felt somewhat relieved.
"nothing."
Qu Hongling shook her head gently, then raised her hand and rubbed her brow, trying to erase the vague nightmare that remained in her mind, and said with a hint of apology, "Sorry to bother you."
Jiang Que said calmly: "I wasn't asleep in the first place."
"Why can't you sleep?"
Qu Hongling asked curiously.
Jiang Que was quite direct and said bluntly: "I'm worried about how to become Jiang Mo's legal wife."
"..."
Qu Hongling didn't know how to respond for a moment.
She suddenly missed the past.
She used to be so straightforward, but unfortunately after she had ruined her relationship, she no longer has the courage to express her love to Jiang Shouzhong.
Jiang Que suddenly asked, "After you and Ran Qingchen disappeared, where did you two go? What happened? Why did you come back? You're acting weird."
Qu Hongling smiled helplessly, hugged her knees with both hands, looked at the moonlight outside the window with her beautiful eyes, and said softly:
"At that time, we fell into a place called 'God's Prison', which should be the secret forbidden area of Shuiyue Villa. That place is quite strange, and you can see some strange illusions.
At first, Sister Ran and I were helping each other, but later… we didn’t know why, but we started fighting.”
"It must be because Jiang Mo was in the illusion that you had a conflict."
Jiang Que said.
Qu Hongling did not deny it.
Jiang Que suddenly jumped off the bed, came to Qu Hongling's bed, and got into her bed:
"How about we form an alliance? In the future, you support me to become Madam Jiang, and I will let Jiang Mo pamper you more."
As she spoke, she stretched out her little finger and hooked it with Qu Hongling's little finger.
Qu Hongling didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Why are you so obsessed with your legal wife? In fact, Brother Xiao Jiang doesn't care about the distinction between wives and concubines. If he likes someone, he will be nice to anyone."
"I know he doesn't care, but the thing is... we have to think about our future children."
Jiang Que said seriously.
"what?"
Qu Hongling looked at this beautiful girl who was still childish with a strange expression on her face.
Jiang Que said with a stern face: "The eldest son is the heir, which is related to the first heir of the Jiang family in the future. I don't want my child to have to look at other people's faces. Especially since I am at a disadvantage compared to the others, the child will definitely not be born first, unless Jiang Mo is a bit of a beast."
Qu Hongling was also convinced by this girl, but she didn't know how to refute her for a moment.
The other party's concern is indeed a big problem.
Should I fight for it seriously?
"besides……"
Jiang Que's voice unconsciously lowered a little, "Don't you think that we really don't have any advantages?"
"What do you mean?" Qu Hongling was confused.
Jiang Que coughed dryly and puffed out his chest: "Compared with the others, aren't we a little bit..."
Qu Hongling understood.
She subconsciously looked down and suddenly felt as if the other party had stabbed her in the heart.
Indeed, compared with the others, my conditions in this regard do seem a bit "small".
Besides, Jiang Que is still young and has room to grow, but she herself has already fully grown. Thinking about it this way, she is the most miserable one.
"You just need to wait a few more years."
Qu Hongling comforted gloomily.
"We can't wait, we must help each other." Jiang Que looked anxious.
Qu Hongling scratched his head and asked in confusion: "How can I help with this?"
"Massage, you massage me and I massage you."
"Ah? This..."
Just as Qu Hongling was about to decline, Jiang Que took out a book and pointed at the pattern on it:
"Just follow this method of massage, it will definitely work. Let's work hard secretly and surprise them when the time comes."
Qu Hongling looked at the records in the book and was suddenly moved.
"Then... try it?"
(End of this chapter)
