Showbiz Escape

Chapter 25 Red and White Deserted Village 07
——Red affairs require sewing and getting married, while funeral affairs require coffin making and vigil.

Only then did everyone know that the two red and white posters found in the room last night were used here, so they hurriedly checked each other.

After comparison, it was found that everyone's room was one red and one white, but Ye Lingchuan lived alone, so he was asked to return one of them.

Seven people, there is no doubt that no matter how the team is formed, it is uneven, so his choice seems to be very important.

Moreover, the colors of the three rooms where men and women live together are inconsistent, which means that if you want to be in a group with your initial teammates, you have to exchange with others as soon as possible, otherwise one team is doomed to be separated.

Wen Zhuo was the first to realize this problem, and before others could react, she discussed it with Song Wenwen in a low voice.

"Miss Song, do you want to be in a group with Mr. Xu? We can exchange."

Song Wenwen was worrying that she would be separated from Xu Le, so she immediately responded, "Yes, but should we change the red ones or the white ones?"

"What do you mean?"

At this time, Xu Le interjected: "The npc just now said that those who choose red will be married by sewing. I don't know how to do needlework. I might as well nail the coffin."

"Neither will I." With this, Song Wenwen made up her mind, "Then let's choose white."

"Okay." Wen Zhuo didn't talk nonsense, he immediately stuffed his white post into her hand, and pulled out her red post, without giving any chance to regret it, "Then we choose the red one."

The two completed the exchange so efficiently, and Xiang Zhifeng was by the side the whole time, unable to intervene in a word, and was arranged clearly.

With his pockets in his pockets, he discussed with Wen Zhuo nervously: "Are we really going to choose the popular one? Isn't it weird to hold a wedding in this kind of place?"

Wen Zhuo asked calmly, "Isn't it weird that you choose a funeral? It's haunted itself, which one is different? The point is who you choose with."

It made sense for Xiang Zhifeng to think about it. He tugged at the corner of her clothes and whispered: "Then you have to protect me well."

"Please try to keep a little distance from me." Wen Zhuo expressionless, clasped his wrist and pushed, and lowered his voice to warn, "Remember, I'm just your little fan in front of others, don't act too dependent on me, Don't say anything you shouldn't."

"..."

Since entering the game, he feels as if he is being militarized.

At this time, Li Guang, who was eating steamed buns in the corner, finally realized the key point of forming a team. He pointed at Wen Zhuo and shouted.

"Hey, why? Why can you change it if you want? Have you asked other people's opinions?"

"Mr. Li, forming a team is a matter of personal choice. We both have no objections." Wen Zhuo replied calmly, "Similarly, you can change if you want."

"Then I'll exchange that red one with you!"

"Sorry, I don't agree."

"..." Li Guang turned back to find Zhao Qianxue angrily, "You should say something, I want to change you to red, otherwise would you still be on the same team as me?"

Zhao Qianxue looked up at him lazily, as if looking at a mentally retarded person, she said slowly.

"I didn't have to be in a group with you. I'll go to the white things, and you can go to the red things."

Li Guang said angrily: "Why do you have the final say, I still want to go to the funeral!"

Zhao Qianxue ignored him. Anyway, she took a white post and stood with Xu Le and Song Wenwen.

Xu Le and Song Wenwen were naturally willing too, after all, neither of them wanted to form a team with Li Guang.

The rules are there, and the npc is watching by the side, so naturally Li Guang can't forcefully grab it.

But he just had a conflict with Wen Zhuo and Xiang Zhifeng, and now the three of them are going to form a team again, one can imagine how unpleasant it will be.

...Then Ye Lingchuan, who had been silent all this time, dropped a heavy bomb in an understatement.

"Old man, return the white post to you, I will choose the red one."

He chose the red post, on the one hand because of Wen Zhuo, and on the other hand, of course, because of Xiang Zhifeng.

Only by forming a team with Xiang Zhifeng, can they have the opportunity to attack secretly and frame the opponent out of the game.

Wen Zhuo had expected it a long time ago, she and Ye Lingchuan looked at each other secretly, smiling.

Xiang Zhifeng was naturally also happy. He thought Ye Lingchuan was a bounty hunter at the beginning, and thought he knew a lot. Now it seems that his skills are also good. Being a teammate is like putting himself on double insurance.

Song Wenwen sighed regretfully, she originally wanted to form a team with Ye Lingchuan, at this moment Xu Le patted her on the shoulder and comforted her in a low voice.

"It's okay, the three of us can complete the task, it won't be too difficult."

"Uh-huh."

In contrast, only Li Guang had the ugliest face on the field, but he was helpless.

I heard the old man in gray say, "Please come with me if you have a red card, and please go to 800 meters south of the village to find Carpenter Tan, and ask about making coffins and offering sacrifices."

"Remember, this place is closed tonight, and you can no longer return to live."

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The gray-clothed old man led the four of them on the small road in the village. In the thin fog, the dull suffocation seemed to be more obvious.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, they came to a very ordinary low house, but the difference was that all the other low houses in the village were hung with white paper lanterns, only this one had red silk lanterns. Candles are lit, and even in the daytime there is a faint light.

The shabby wooden door was pasted with the Chinese character “Happy”, which may have been aged or rained. The color of the “Happy” character has been severely faded, leaving traces of red dye flowing along it, which is a bit weird at first glance.

This is actually a wedding room.

The old man in gray stood there and knocked on the door four times slowly.

According to folklore, it is taboo to knock four times on the door, three times for a living person and four times for a dead person, in order to announce the funeral.

Announcing the funeral in front of the door with the word "Happy" on it is weird no matter how you look at it.

Xiang Zhifeng was a little nervous, he subconsciously grabbed the corner of Wen Zhuo's clothes, and leaned towards her.

Wen Zhuo glanced at him, and calmly withdrew his hand. At the same time, Ye Lingchuan also looked at Xiang Zhifeng, his eyes slightly cold.

The reason why this man must die +1
Not long after, the door made a creaking sound and opened from the inside.

The one who came into everyone's sight was an elderly woman dressed as a matchmaker. Her face was covered with snow-white makeup, and her wrinkles were clearly defined, but her lips were bright red, and a black mole between her eyebrows was extremely obvious.

She showed a seemingly amiable but piercing smile, and said in an old voice: "Have all the embroiderers sent?"

"It's all here." The gray-clothed old man nodded, "Are the satin and jewels ready?"

"It's ready, it's all the best materials, and it's just waiting to sew the wedding dress—this is an important matter, lest the young master of the village head's family wait in a hurry."

"I heard from Boss Wang that the marriage between the young master of the village chief's family and the girl from the Sun family was the one he arranged the most for him."

"A match made in heaven, a match made in heaven."

The two sang together, which made Xiang Zhifeng frightened, and he whispered to Wen Zhuo.

"What do you mean 'I'm waiting in a hurry'? Which one is there? And what kind of boss will be in charge of arranging the marriage?"

Wen Zhuo replied lightly: "Maybe it's a ghost marriage."

"...Isn't that fucking breaking the law?!"

"Keep down, this is a game not reality, it's just a pure game background."

Speaking of this, she turned her head and looked at Ye Lingchuan behind her. Both of them suspected that the female ghost at the door she met last night was one of the victims of the dark marriage business in the village.

He heard the matchmaker greet: "Every embroidery worker, please come with me."

(End of this chapter)