Weird internet celebrity company: female weird dressed as Two-dimensional

Chapter 21 Ten Miles of Red Makeup
In the night sky, black clouds spread all over, guarding the bloody moon.

No stars.

A shrill suona broke the dawn and broke the silence.

beep--!
Someone seems to have deliberately lengthened the tune, turning what was originally a joyous welcome song into a mournful last cry before death.

The wide streets of Taiyi Yujing were completely shrouded in a layer of misty black.

Sound came from it.

There are bursts of gongs and drums, and the red and white lanterns are like blinking eyes amidst the strange tunes, looming.

The security guard was pale and trembling, hiding in the small security booth.

He leaned hard against the cold wall, wishing he could get in.

Subconsciously kicking his feet exposed the fear in his heart. He desperately covered his mouth, for fear that he would make a sound and destroy the performance outside the window.

Accompanied by the voice of a boy, it is like a ghostly voice.

"The katydids Yanqing, like drums and zithers, melons stretching, like each other..."

The suona sounded again.

Walking along the pavilion, through the glass window, the security guards saw an ancient wedding procession vaguely with horror.

The two slender shadows, who looked like they were walking on stilts, walked steadily. Every time they took a step, they had to stabilize their figures like a Beijing opera debut, held up the old and simple wooden signs, and scattered white paper money.

Even the looking up angle of the security booth.

I can't see the facial features under the bamboo hat clearly, there are only two yellow paper masks that look like smiles but not smiles, one says a happy marriage, and the other says a happy marriage.

"when--"

The sound of the gong went away.

The security guard opened his eyes wide, and then saw a group of red-clothed maids swaying with weird dance steps. They were jumping for joy, sometimes jumping high, turning around, and then falling down, making giggling laughter. The place is a group of deep black vortexes.

Wherever they passed, the flowers and plants withered, and they sang long and sad songs in unison.

"The newlyweds come and welcome the sedan chair back.

The auspicious moment arrives, and it is irresistible.

The red scorpion hugged out, with a delicate and charming appearance.

A perfect combination of pearls, look side by side..."

The security guard didn't want to hear it, and didn't dare to listen to the voice.

As if a pair of sharp hands wanted to tear his brain apart, suddenly, there was a rustling sound from the window, and the next second, the window was actually opened!

The security guard looked up in horror.

I saw a red-clothed maid leaning against the window sill, staring with her head tilted, her twisted facial features showing a grim smile.

"what--!"

The desperate cry of the security guard was inaudible and disappeared in the hustle and bustle of welcoming the bride.

Police helicopter.

The propeller rattled.

The Yunhai Folk Customs Bureau received the call for help from Chen Yuanli and Wu Yuan, and immediately dispatched this six-member rapid support team.

The helicopter pilot was sweating profusely. He was a veteran pilot who retired from the army, but his wrists were still shaking.

He didn't even dare to use his peripheral vision to observe further places, but just stared at the instrument table with stiff eyes, his lips were squirming, and his voice was trembling...

"Those are... what are they..."

The scene on the land was beyond his rational cognition.

The investigators of the rapid support team also looked inexplicably horrified.

Captain Sun, the oldest, had a throat throbbing and swallowed saliva mixed with anxiety. He looked at the welcoming team that seemed to stretch for miles, and said in a deep voice for a long time.

"It's the 'Bride'... for some reason, it's coming towards the 'Wedding Mirror'..."

Even at an altitude of 3000 meters.

The team members were still cold all over. They had a bird's-eye view of Yunhai City in the night and the long dark red queue.

Like a blood-red sharp knife splitting the edge of the city.

Slow, methodical, and solemn.

"Is this the horror of A-level folklore incidents... It is a self-contained underworld, rampant, wherever it goes, it is like a hundred ghosts walking at night..."

The welcoming team is between existence and phantom of non-existence.

Pass through buildings and trees without hindrance.

At the end of the long stretch, in the depths of black mist and ashes, there is a big red wedding sedan chair, with sixteen lanterns hung, decorated with flowers, decorated with golden phoenixes, and countless strange figures, red or white, guarding it, whispering ghosts An enthralling song of congratulations.

Sleeping people dreamed of long dresses that were so red that they couldn't move their eyes.

In the dream, they were sitting in the courtyard of a quaint mansion, decorated with lanterns and festoons, and held a banquet with friends, but what was placed on the table was not fine wine and delicacies, but tributes for serving.

A half-faced boy shouted loudly with a hoarse voice.

"All welcome the bride!"

The person in the dream followed the voice, only to see a bride in red with a head covering, gorgeous and gorgeous, coming in style.

Like a dream, there is also an instinctive fear,
Want to scream but can't make a sound!
Waking up from the nightmare with a panicked face...

Taiyi Royal View, Villa No. [-].

Wu Yuan couldn't accept what she saw in front of her eyes. The aura of red clouds overwhelming the city was beyond imagination, and she couldn't estimate the horror of her master.

The ancient mirror in the hall, the reflected "Chen Yuanli" was originally smiling grinningly, but when he saw the welcoming team outside, he showed a humanized panic expression, not waiting for it to escape.

The sound of the suona was pulled to the highest point of the welcoming tune.

A crisp sound.

"Crack-"

In response, a crack appeared on the surface of the mirror.

Wu Yuan's heart trembled.

The terrifying ghost mirror that they had no choice but to hear the sound of the welcoming team from a distance, split open!
boom!
The door opens without wind!

The two tall figures headed by them were dressed in red and green, and their voices were faint.

"Yichou's day... auspicious, suitable for marriage."

The ancient mirror was just a crack at first, and then it cracked one after another like an ice surface being smashed by a stone, and at the same time it made a piercing scream.

That voice was hoarse and desperate, as if it came from the underworld.

The mirror cried, imitating various tones.

"Wu Yuan, help me..."

"Dad, I'm afraid..."

"Who's there? Is it Xuanxuan..."

"You shouldn't be here, you have been suppressed long ago!"

"Monsters, monsters that don't exist!"

The last roar of helpless struggle was choked and stopped abruptly.

Only now did Wu Yuan see clearly.

The yellow paper mask slipped off quietly, revealing the real appearance of the two tall figures, one is the fugitive from the Internet that the Bureau of Folk Customs could not find, and the other is a foreign man with profound facial features.

Their eyes were blank, their expressions were stiff, and their tongues were sticking out, like long-dead corpses.

It was written on the foreheads of the two.

"Peace in the world", "Wealth at first sight"...

"Isn't this... the text on Black and White Impermanence in traditional stories!?"

With the impermanence of black and white as the messenger to induce marriage, she came here with red makeup for ten miles... What kind of existence is this! ?
Wu Yuan was shocked.

"when."

The heavy bell rang, and Wu Yuan felt her eyes go dark. Then she opened her eyes and looked around. The wedding procession and the ancient mirror disappeared.

The villa was as quiet as death.

She took a deep breath and quickly ran to the second floor. First she found Lu Xuan who was trembling and having a nervous breakdown, and then beside the vanity mirror, she found Chen Yuanli who had been shot and seriously injured.

Wu Yuan subconsciously glanced at the vanity mirror.

It has already been turned into fragments, reflecting the furnishings in the house and the bright moonlight outside.

(End of this chapter)