Showbiz Escape

Chapter 31 Red and White Deserted Village 13
After the crisis, Xiang Zhifeng only realized later, even though Wen Zhuo pulled himself away in time just now, the vulture's beak still managed to scratch the side of his neck.

The wound was not deep, just a bloodstain, but it was extremely painful to touch. How could he have been wronged like this?The anger came up immediately, and he asked angrily.

"Mr. Ye, are you going too far? Why did you grab my shield? What if I die?"

Sensing that Wen Zhuo also cast his gaze here, Ye Lingchuan paused and explained calmly.

"Mr. Xiang, I hope you can understand that you were using your shield just now, and you didn't take care of me and Wen Zhuo at all—for the benefit of the team, since you are holding back, I can only snatch the shield temporarily."

"...I don't have a sword, of course I have to ensure my own safety first!"

"Then I have to give priority to ensuring the safety of me and Wen Zhuo."

"..."

"Okay, don't quarrel." Wen Zhuo had no choice but to smooth things over, "I can understand, I can understand, Brother Chuan, let me help you prick the wound first."

Xiang Zhifeng was even more unbelievable when he heard the words: "I was injured too! You bandage him first?"

"He's bleeding badly. Do you think you're still bleeding? You can't die."

Immortal.

Xiang Zhifeng was so distraught that he squatted down while clutching his neck.

He was convinced that he was indeed not her aesthetic type.

The two had nothing to do with each other, and it all depended on him to spend money.

Wen Zhuo originally wanted to cut a piece of curtain behind the statue, but after looking at it, he felt that it was too dirty, so he simply tore a piece from his inner T-shirt, and temporarily tied up the wound for Ye Lingchuan.

"It may hurt a little bit, bear with it a little bit."

Ye Lingchuan couldn't help laughing: "What's the matter with your coaxing tone?"

"I'm mainly afraid that I'm not proficient in technique." She asked, "Brother Chuan, how do you think the ballad that the matchmaker recited should be understood?"

——One bow, when the bell sounds, evil spirits will not catch you; two bows startle the birds, but the shadows of the trees will not entangle you; three bows red and white do not conflict, and if they clash, new ghosts will be born.

Her techniques were indeed not very proficient. Ye Lingchuan was thinking about the song ball when suddenly there was another sharp pain in the wound, and he couldn't help taking a deep breath.

But he glanced at her and said nothing, just continued her conversation.

"The 'bell sounds' in the first sentence should be related to the silver bell we found from the ghost's wedding dress that night. Since it has a bell on its wedding dress, you will also tie the bell to the same place. , will always be safer."

"Well, I think so too." Wen Zhuo nodded, "The second sentence 'flying bird startled' may refer to the group of vultures just now. We have to put away this box of matches. They are probably important props."

"So what about red and white?"

She lowered her eyes, tied a small bow on his wound intently, and replied softly after hearing the words.

"Isn't our game divided into red affairs group and white affairs group? I thought they would not interfere with each other, but now it seems that there may be a bit of competition."

"Well, I hope nothing goes wrong."

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The content of Vanity Fair games is always unpredictable. Before the specific plot is opened, any guesses may not be correct. Players can only make judgments based on intuition and experience, so as to minimize the risk as much as possible.

The three of them left the messy temple and prepared to go back to the wedding room to rest for a few hours, starting from the afternoon to prepare for the midnight marriage.

It is worth mentioning that they also took away the two bronze long swords on purpose. The reason is that the guys who need to defend themselves may not be able to use them later in the game.

When going down the steps, taking advantage of Ye Lingchuan walking in the front, Wen Zhuo deliberately slowed down and walked side by side with Xiang Zhifeng. She pretended to ask about the wound on Xiang Zhifeng's neck, but actually took the purple talisman paper she had hidden just now, Tucked into his arms.

Her intuition told her that giving this talisman to him was more effective than keeping it on her.

She hinted silently with her lips: put it away.

Xiang Zhifeng was taken aback, but he was not a fool, he immediately realized that it was a good thing, and quickly stuffed it into his inner pocket.

Forget it, he thought, at least the bounty hunter has a clear distinction between public and private, even if she likes that surname Ye, wouldn't she have to give it to herself as soon as she has any props?
As a customer, it is enough to enjoy the vested interests, and there is no need to fight for the vain.

On the other hand, Wen Zhuo was actually not too sorry. Ye Lingchuan regarded her as a teammate, but she made small moves secretly, and didn't even fully share the information of the props. It was really not open and aboveboard.

But there is no way, a task is a task, she must have the professional ethics and self-consciousness of being a hunter, and she must not affect her work for personal affairs - not to mention that she and Ye Lingchuan are far from personal affairs.

Too indecisive but will be eliminated by the system.

……

When the three of them returned to the low room, they found that Li Guang's body had been cleaned up under the bed, without leaving any traces.

So the only bed was left for the girl to drink and rest. Although the bed only had a hard board and a thin quilt, it was better than nothing, and there was nothing to be picky about.

Ye Lingchuan and Xiang Zhifeng lay on the table alone, and made three chairs together, trying to catch up on sleep.

This sleep lasted until sunset, especially Xiang Zhifeng, who slept like a dead man. When he woke up in a daze, he saw that Ye Lingchuan was already helping Wen Zhuo arrange the wedding dress.

The buttons of the wedding dress were a bit troublesome, Ye Lingchuan fastened them one by one patiently, and carefully smoothed out the wrinkles on Wen Zhuo's neckline.

From this angle, the two are close at hand, and the posture looks like they are going to hug each other every minute.

"...You two are quite leisurely, aren't you?"

Ye Lingchuan didn't bother to talk to him, Wen Zhuo turned around after hearing the words, but she didn't expect her to look really good in the red wedding dress, which made her complexion whiter and purer and charming just right.

Xiang Zhifeng looked at her, at a loss for words, he said to himself that this girl is very good-looking, and the entertainment circle has become popular recently, but in fact, if she is not a bounty hunter, she might be popular in acting.

Hearing this, Wen Zhuo said slowly: "Fengfeng, dressing up the bride is also one of the tasks, if you can't help, just rest a little longer, don't make trouble."

"..."

He was speechless, and immediately lay down on the table again, and stopped talking.

Wen Zhuo tilted his head and looked at Ye Lingchuan: "I'll go and see what powder compacts and eyebrow pencils are there, and put on some makeup."

Ye Lingchuan asked her: "What about the hair? If you don't put it in a bun, those beaded flowers may not be able to wear it."

"Hey, that's bad, I'm not very good at tinkering with hair."

"I can."

"...Ah?" She didn't realize it for a while, "You will? Have you combed for other girls?"

Ye Lingchuan looked at her and smiled: "Who did I do it for? I have been familiar with it in the crew, and for a celebrity like me, there are very few stylists who can take care of me. I often do it myself when I act in costume dramas."

"Oh……"

"Don't worry, I will definitely comb you beautifully."

(End of this chapter)