Showbiz Escape

Chapter 26 Red and White Deserted Village 08
It is said to be a wedding room, but apart from the red lanterns hanging under the eaves and the happy characters pasted on the door, there is no trace of festive marriage at all in the house, but a strong sense of depression and stagnation.

The furnishings in the room were simple, with four chairs surrounding a long table in the center. On the table were a sewing box and red satin. Half of the pattern of peonies and auspicious clouds was embroidered with gold thread on the satin, and the other half was only outlined. Continue to improve.

After the players have perfected the pattern, cut and sew it into tops and skirts to make a wedding dress.

In addition, on the dilapidated dressing table next to it, there are still a pile of materials for making wedding headdresses, which need to be completed according to the drawings.

It sounds simple, but the actual operation is very cumbersome, which is a very patient task.

The old woman dressed as a matchmaker, with a face of snow-white makeup, still smiled.

She told the four of them: "Do the work that needs to be done well before dawn tomorrow, and you will be rewarded."

Li Guangzui asked one more question: "What if it's not done before dawn?"

"Didn't do it well?" She suddenly laughed even more deeply, "Embroidery workers are easy to find, and there is no shortage of you four; there are too many foreigners buried in mass graves in our village, so there is no shortage of you four either."

"..."

He didn't dare to contradict this nagging npc, even if he was not convinced, he could only sit back in his original place in embarrassment.

Before leaving, the old matchmaker turned her head around again, and said in an indifferent way: "Oh, by the way, the food is only served here after dark, and I have to go to the west 500 meters to get it under the crooked neck tree - the village has not been peaceful in recent years. , especially at night there are always dirty things, remember not to answer casually when you walk on the road, and try not to leave alone."

Then she closed the door, it didn't seem long, when Xiang Zhifeng wanted to see where she had gone, he found that she had long since disappeared in the mist outside.

He was puzzled: "Is she human after all? She's so old that her legs are so fast?"

Wen Zhuo glanced at him, and replied calmly: "Fengfeng, don't worry about such things, can there be normal people in a ghost village? It doesn't matter if the other party is a human or a ghost, we should complete the task first."

"...OK, you're right."

I have to admit that since knowing her true identity and understanding of her true character, now hearing her call herself Fengfeng in front of others, Xiang Zhifeng feels chills.

Are bounty hunters as good as this aunt?Like to pretend to be a soft girl with accents and tunes?

On the other side, Wen Zhuo ignored Xiang Zhifeng after he was perfunctory, and instead studied with Ye Lingchuan the blueprint of the wedding dress on the table.

"Do you want to cut it according to size?" She pretended to be stupid and asked softly, "I have no experience in this area, it's too bad."

It was strange, even if she was speaking normally, as long as her voice raised slightly, she seemed to be acting tenderly for no reason.

Ye Lingchuan looked at her sideways, with a smile on his lips: "It's okay, I will cut it."

"Then I can be responsible for sewing, sewing clothes and so on, I know a little bit."

"it is good."

Xiang Zhifeng was puzzled when he heard the words: "Then you two have divided the work, what are we going to do?"

"Someone is willing to show that you are not willing to let you rest?" Li Guang dismissed it, "This shabby house doesn't even have a sewing machine, so I have to let people sew it. gone."

"Mr. Li, after all, you are an editor in reality, so you really don't have a brain at all?" Ye Lingchuan said, "If someone sews a wedding dress, someone must also make a headgear. Please, both of you, get those Beads and hairpins are all strung together."

Xiang Zhifeng secretly glanced at Wen Zhuo, seeing Wen Zhuo nodding, he decided to follow the arrangement and immediately walked to the dressing table.

"Okay, DIY trinkets are more suitable for me than sewing clothes."

Li Guang obviously didn't want to work, and he kept his yin and yang in a strange mood: "Those who are capable work harder, since the three of you are so good, it's okay for me to shout for cheers, right?"

"... Fuck, what made your face? You don't have to do the work, so what if you can't finish it tomorrow morning?"

"If you can't finish it, let's all die together. I don't believe you dare to fail to finish it. I think the three of you are more determined to win than one."

"Mr. Li is really insightful, and you can see that I have a strong desire to win." Ye Lingchuan's smile gradually deepened, but this smile was full of threats, "Because of my strong desire to win, I don't allow anyone to sit back and take advantage of me It’s cheap—Mr. Li chooses whether to work together honestly, or to let my two legs be discounted here and affect the progress of the game.”

"..."

Li Guang had seen Ye Lingchuan's hand strength before, and this kind of words coupled with the evil face of the other party doubled the risk factor, so he couldn't refute it even if he wanted to.

He was worried that the other party was serious and he couldn't beat him, and the other two wouldn't help him, so he stalked his neck for a long time, and finally he reluctantly moved the chair to the dressing table and began to twist the aluminum wire to string beads.

Damn it, he knew it was a big mistake to come to this group. He really shouldn't have trusted Zhao Qianxue too much before. If only he insisted on grabbing her white post.

He would rather nail the coffin.

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The four people who chose the red post worked from morning to evening in the damp and musty room.

At dusk, the sky was completely dark, and the wind outside gradually tightened, making the window frames rattle, as if they were about to loosen and fall off every minute.

Wen Zhuo was busy using gold thread to embroider the intricate peony flowers on the satin surface for several hours. It was indeed like the fat man said, almost blinded by his stare.

She rubbed her eyes, thinking that luckily the physical condition in the game would not be substituted into reality, otherwise what would happen if it affected her eyesight?I usually wear anti-blue light glasses when facing the computer.

Ye Lingchuan is also embroidering Xiangyun on the skirt. Although the progress is a little slower than hers, the stitches are neat and the quality is considered good.

He saw her little details, and asked in a soft voice, "Are you tired? Take a rest when you're tired, we'll have time."

Wen Zhuo raised his head, because he rubbed his eyes just now, the eye sockets were slightly red, and there were still tears in his eyes, and he looked pitiful for no reason.

"Okay, thank you Brother Chuan." After she finished speaking, she changed the topic, "But I really didn't expect that your hands are so skillful."

Sports students embroider, will this setting be too novel?

Ye Lingchuan said calmly: "If you master all skills, your chances of winning in the game will be higher. I really don't want to lose again."

"Yes, it makes sense."

At this time, Xiang Zhifeng, who was sitting in front of the dressing table with beaded flowers, suddenly turned around and reminded with drooping eyebrows.

"Don't talk about the two of you, it's already dark, should we think about getting food? I'm starving to death."

They are only given one meal a day, and the donkeys in the production team have never been subjected to such abuse.

What's more terrible is that the meal is not delivered to the door, but has to go to the west 500 meters to get it under the crooked neck tree.

The distance seems not too far, but the moon is dark and the wind is high, and no one can guarantee what will happen along the way.

In case you meet someone you shouldn't meet, this meal may be a decapitated meal.

(End of this chapter)