The fruit of killing life

Chapter 191 Huangliang Meng, Mirror Yuan, Whose Little Aunt?
"Unfamiliar ceiling."

When Wang Yuan woke up from a daze, he found himself in an antique room with elegant decoration.

Shaking my still somewhat confused head, I tried my best to search for the scattered memories covered in a layer of fog in my mind, and then I gradually "knew" who I was.

"My name is Wang Qianshan, I am 15 years old, and I am a poor scholar who lives in Yunhe County.

My parents died young, I was born lonely, and I made a living by writing letters for others and selling some landscape calligraphy and paintings. Am I getting married? ! "

Thinking of this, he suddenly sat up with a jolt.

Looking around, he found that he was lying on a beautifully carved wedding bed, wearing the groom's official clothes.

There are melons, fruits and drinks on the table, as well as a pair of festive red candles, and the sound of people outside the window pasted with the word "囍" is bustling, as if a grand banquet is being held.

A memory then slowly emerged from the bottom of my heart.

"Yes, today is the day my cousin and I get married!"

The more he thought about it, the smoother his memory became. A life full of hardships and sweetness gradually pieced together in his mind.

Although I am lonely, my cousin Zhou Huangwu's family treats me very well.

Not only do they often help each other on weekdays, but they also don't dislike the poverty of their own family. After both of them turned fifteen, they married their cousin to him.

Although he was just a door-to-door son-in-law, for a poor scholar who didn't work hard, the treatment was pretty good.

Wang Yuan reached out to pick up the marriage certificate on the table, which contained two locks of hair that had already been tied together, which represented that the husband and wife got married and the wedding was completed.

In addition to the birth date of the two, there is also a marriage vow in the marriage letter:
[Yin and Yang intertwine, and Tai Chi is born from now on.The marriage is in harmony with God's will, and Daosheng is born at this time.

If you don't regret each other in this life, you will be relatives in the next life.The patriarch is the witness, and he has lived up to the Qing forever.If there is something deceiving the sky, the thunder and calamity will never stop.

Playing the nine heavens on the top, Xiao Bing all the saints; it is a metaphor for the three realms, and all the truths are witnesses; 】

He couldn't help being slightly taken aback when he saw the marriage letter:
"Is this a wedding vow written by a Taoist priest? Why did my Confucian disciple get married like those Taoist priests?"

Then he relied on the common sense in the mind of a "scholar" to discover more strange things about this wedding.

This folk marriage is originally "the sun goes and the yin comes", and it is basically at dusk when they get married, but now it is clearly late at night.

"Where is this custom? Not only get married at midnight, a group of guests eat and drink late at night, but also let the groom wait in the room?"

He walked to the door and wanted to open it to see what was going on here.

But he found that at some point, the door had already been locked by someone, and no one responded at all when he yelled a few times.

Just as he picked up the bench on the ground and was about to break down the door violently, the door was suddenly opened from the outside.

At the same time, the hustle and bustle of banquets outside disappeared in an instant.

No human voice could be heard in the huge pitch-black courtyard.

"My lord! We brought the lady here."

Looking at the beautiful bride in fiery red wedding gown led by the two maids, Wang Yuan was slightly taken aback, threw away the stool without a trace, and hurriedly stepped forward to support her.

The doubt just now was thrown out of the sky by him in an instant, and only this pretty figure was left in his heart.

The two returned to the room, both sat on the bed, lifted their red hijabs, and drank Hebei wine.

The childhood sweetheart girl under the lamp is bright and gorgeous, and the more she looks, the more beautiful she becomes.

Just when Wang Yuan wondered if he should take the initiative.

Unexpectedly, Huang Wu's cheeks on the opposite side were slightly red, and her pair of phoenix eyes were fixed on his eyes, she lightly parted her red lips and said shyly:

"Qianshan, do you want to eat the rouge on sister's lips?"

Wang Yuan only felt that his throat was a little dry, and while leaning forward with his probe, he said extremely dryly:
"miss you!"

When the young couple hugged each other and lay down, the girl shyly said something that made the boy very puzzled:

"Husband, from today onwards we are 'friends of life and death'."

But how could he care about guessing riddles at this time?

He kissed the girl's lips with great excitement, and untied the gorgeous clothes on her body with trembling hands.

The next thing is, the candlelight is flickering, the shades of red are chaotic, if you want to hear the song of the warbler more slowly, and the evening rain and clouds are horizontal, but you can listen to the sound of dew dripping among the flowers
The spring night is so short, Wang Yuan only feels that the second day has arrived in the blink of an eye.

The weather is not beautiful, the sky outside is dark and gloomy.

It is almost the same as the night, but without any stars.

But there is another natural light source in the newly married room.

The bride, who has just become a married woman, drags her fairy dress on the floor, and she is doing her makeup in front of the mirror. The silky and light fabric slips off her soft white shoulders, her skin is dazzlingly white, like a beautiful woman.

Seeing such a beautiful scenery, "Xiucai" Wang Yuan couldn't help but whispered softly:

"Last night, the red candles were put out in the bridal chamber, and I was waiting to pay my respects to my uncle before Xiaotang.

After finishing makeup, I asked my husband and son-in-law in a low voice, whether the thrush is dark or light. "

The girl who was thrushing her eyebrows turned her head and said coquettishly to her husband-in-law:
"Get up quickly, if we are late, we may be laughed at."

It was very natural to fight and fight for a while.

When the two walked through the silent mansion hand in hand, walked into the main hall of the Zhou mansion in the dark, and were about to meet their aunt and uncle who were also mother-in-law and father-in-law.

Bang!Bang!
The door was slammed shut behind them.

Wang Yuan took a closer look and saw that the ones sitting in the high hall were not his aunt and uncle, they were clearly two. Scary paper piercing people with blush on them!

I don't know what they had for breakfast, but there are still bright red bloodstains on the corners of their mouths.

A gust of cold air rushed from the tailbone to Wang Yuan's sky cap.

"Cousin, run!"

He pulled his newlywed wife by his side and was about to run away, but he didn't want to pull him away.

Looking back, she found that the girl's hair was disheveled at this time, and there were only two dark holes in her originally beautiful eyes, and two lines of blood and tears were slowly sliding down her pale cheeks.

With a dark voice in his mouth, he called out:

"Husband, where are you going?"

Woo-!
The dark wind swirled in the room, almost blowing through the bones of "Xiu Cai", scaring him out of his wits.

"This is not getting married, but getting married. I married a female ghost?!"

It should have been a terrifying scene.

Putting it on a normal scholar, I am afraid that the shit will be frightened to death, and it is even possible to pass out directly under the loss of mind.

But Wang Yuan, a "scholar", looked at the terrifying female ghost in front of him, and after recovering from the instinctive fear at the beginning, he unexpectedly felt that she was a little cute.

Common sense should be terrified, but instinct is not afraid at all.

After being inserted into a false memory, Wang Yuan, who had completely forgotten who he was, couldn't help but feel an obvious sense of separation.

I'm not right!

Just when he realized this, the terrifying female ghost had already grabbed his neck.

Death seems inevitable, fearful or not.

then
The female ghost shook her hands vigorously.

Immediately afterwards, a pleasant voice that seemed to come from the sky suddenly sounded in his ears:

"Wang~Xiao~Yuan~, get up! The sun is drying my ass!"

Wang Yuan, who was about to suffocate, suddenly shivered and opened his eyes again.

At this time, his eyes were no longer the ferocious female ghost, but turned into a beautiful female ghost again.

This time, the memory belonging to the main body quickly emerged, easily suppressing the memory of the "poor scholar" Wang Qianshan, and also made him fully awake.

He found that he was riding on a steed that seemed to be composed of white mist, surrounded by countless balls of light floating in the mist, and behind him was Huang Wu who was hugging him tightly.

Exactly the upside-down pose of the prince and princess.

【Taoism·Take dreams as horses】

Turn your dream into a steed, which can quickly shuttle through the dreams of countless people.

But in the red seal stage, only ghost bodies can pass through, and no real objects can be carried.

Seeing Wang Yuan wake up, the girl gave him a light glance:
"By the way, what did you dream about just now, why do you feel a little wretched when you smile?"

"I dreamed of being with you."

Wang Yuan suddenly felt guilty, and realized that if he told the truth, he might be torn apart by the angry little ghost, so he had to prevaricate:
"No, it's nothing, it's just an ordinary nightmare."

After completing a [Taiyin Corpse Dissection Metamorphic Seal], Huang Wu, who became an expert in interpreting dreams, showed suspicion:

"We were actually dragged into a huge public dreamland, which is composed of living people, dead people, warlocks, mortals, animals, vegetation... countless dreams.

Here you may get memories and knowledge that do not belong to you at all.

Even without talking, the memories belonging to different individuals will collide, communicate, and integrate on their own, allowing people to know some secret things that are comparable to prophets.

But the dream will also point directly to the desire deep in my heart, and it is extremely difficult to break free without external help.

If it weren't for my [Mirror Flower and Water Moon], which is good at controlling dreams, maybe we will end up trapped in layers of dreams within dreams, and we will never be able to break free.

Just like those Xue family members who scared us crazy.

But this person is far more intelligent than me.

When we were attacked in Jinghu before, we were only incidentally affected by the enemy's spells, so the strength was not high, so I was able to break free with you.

But the little aunt who was the main target of the attack might really be in danger! "

Having said that, the two were slightly taken aback, and asked in unison:

"Wait! Who is our little aunt?"

(End of this chapter)