Showbiz Escape

Chapter 33 Red and White Deserted Village 15
There was only one passable road in the woods, so when the red and white teams went head-to-head, the conflict was inevitable.

Neither side would give way, in fact they would not give way at all.

Joy and sorrow are also the tunes played by the suona, intertwining heart-piercingly over the forest covered by night.

Even so, Wen Zhuo, who was sitting in the sedan chair, still vaguely heard a whimpering cry, a shrill whine, as if it came from the roof of the sedan chair, which sent chills down the spine.

She paused, and wanted to lift the car curtain to take a look outside, but she found that the car curtain seemed to be welded to death by some kind of force, and no matter how she lifted it, she couldn't move it.

It seems that this forest is a test for the players. There is no way to help each other inside and outside the sedan chair, and everyone can only ask for luck.

She sighed, and was about to sit back in the original place, but turned her head inadvertently, and met a certain female ghost directly.

That's right, it's a female ghost, wearing the same wedding dress, a female ghost with messy beads and loose long hair, it is painted with heavy makeup, and it sits there silently, two lines of blood and tears flow from its empty eyes, but the corners of its mouth are numb Rising, like crying but not laughing.

A sob-like cry escaped from its throat, and its hands with sharp nails reached out to her, as if to strangle her neck.

This movement seemed ordinary, but in fact, ordinary people couldn't avoid it no matter what. At that moment, Wen Zhuo felt a strong yin and hostility attacking him, almost suffocating.

She was heartbroken, her hands and feet seemed to be shackled, and she saw that the other party was about to pounce on her, but the next second she heard the silver bell on the skirt rang twice, and then the female ghost hadn't touched her yet. His body had already been bounced backwards, hit the car wall, turned into a cloud of black smoke and disappeared quickly.

——As soon as the bell sounds, the evil spirits can't get up.

This corresponds to the first sentence of the nursery rhyme.

Wen Zhuo only heard the noise from outside at this time, but since the car curtain still couldn't be opened, she could only be trapped here for the time being, and couldn't see what happened.

She patted the car wall twice, and raised her voice: "Fengfeng! Xiang Zhifeng! Can you hear me?"

No one responded to her, but the sedan chair suddenly lost its balance and fell heavily to the ground in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, she felt a huge momentum, and the sedan chair slid forward in an instant, as if being manipulated by something, and bumped into the coffin that also fell to the ground.

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When Wen Zhuo was almost caught by a female ghost in the sedan chair, there was already chaos outside.

The music became more and more horrific. In the two teams, whether it was bearers, coffin bearers, or flag bearers, they all tore off their pale and numb faces, revealing their dark, bloody, rotten and maggot-ridden faces.

They looked like evil spirits, biting each other. During this period, the sedan chair and coffin were also bumped together, and both turned sideways with a loud roar.

The suona sound became more and more shrill, and in the end, the branches and leaves of the surrounding ancient trees also secretly changed in the suddenly elevated pitch.

The tree shadow stretches and wraps around, and starts to attack the players in place.

——Two bows to the birds, the shadows of the trees are not entangled.

This corresponds to the second sentence of the nursery rhyme.

Realizing that those branches were about to wrap around his limbs and neck like thorny vines, Ye Lingchuan immediately pulled out the bronze long sword from behind his waist with his backhand, and cut off the branches blocking the way one by one.

Unexpectedly, there were more and more dense branches, entangled him so much that he couldn't move forward. The night wind suddenly tightened, and the ghost cries of countless dead souls sounded from all around, and the black smoke gathered in the light and shadow of the white paper lantern.

He took the time to look around, and found that Xiang Zhifeng had disappeared in place at some point, and Wen Zhuo was still trapped in the sedan chair and could not get out.

The difficulty of this game is really a bit annoying.

He secretly gritted his back molars, the sword in his hand danced like a whirlwind of fire, and almost disappeared from the shadow in the end.

Can a former fencer be a vegetarian?
The debris of branches and leaves gradually piled up under his feet. Under the tremendous pressure, with cold eyes, he approached the sedan chair step by step.

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Wenzhuo's sedan chair collided violently with the opposite coffin. At that moment, her first reaction was to put her hands on her head and fall sideways, skillfully protecting her vitals first.

After a while of dizziness, she only felt as if she was thrown high, and hit some kind of hard wooden board when she fell, and the touch seemed to be different from the car wall just now.

When her sight regained clarity, she opened her eyes and found that she was no longer in the sedan chair.

...but in the coffin of the funeral procession.

The red and white clashed, and the sedan chair and the coffin were directly integrated into one.

This is probably a hint about the ghost marriage, after all, the girls who are used to match the ghost marriage are equivalent to marrying into the underworld, and the final outcome can only be death.

However, the weirder things are actually yet to come.

The coffin was wider than expected, and Wen Jue suddenly felt heavy breathing coming from behind her. She tentatively stretched out her hand, and suddenly touched a cold and greasy face.

The will-o'-the-wisp in the coffin faintly lit up, and in the miserable green light and shadow, she could clearly see the person in front of her.

It was Xu Le, the male player with dyed blond hair.

Close at hand, the two sides met face to face.

Xu Le was obviously not a normal person anymore, his cheeks were sunken, his eyes were severely congested, black lines covered his entire face, the corners of his mouth seemed to have been torn apart, and his teeth were bloody and bloody, almost meeting behind his ears.

A roar resembling that of a dying beast came from his throat, and he wanted to kill Wen Zhuo with a ferocious expression, but at the critical moment, Wen Zhuo pressed his head against the coffin wall with quick eyes and quick hands.

Wen Zhuo understood this time, no wonder the nursery rhyme said that when red and white clash, a new wronged soul will be born, co-authoring that no one will die tonight, this matter cannot be finished.

From the looks of it, Xu Le was possessed by Xie Chong. If she didn't have the string of bells, she would most likely be caught.

Seeing that Xu Le lost his mind and refused to give up, she still wanted to kill herself while roaring. The space in the coffin was limited. She leaned back decisively, crossed her feet around his neck, twisted his arms, and exerted all her strength suddenly. Mastered the cross-solid stunt in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.

The strength of Xu Le, who was upper bodyed by a ghost, obviously exceeded her expectations. If she was also upper bodyed, she might be able to relax at this moment, but it is somewhat difficult to subdue him with the strength of ordinary people.

In desperation, she pulled out a hairpin in her hair, pointed the sharpest end at Xu Le's carotid artery, and stabbed it without hesitation.

Blood splashed on the coffin wall in an instant, and at the same time, the will-o'-the-wisp extinguished, and the sealed coffin lid was lifted on the spot.

She sat where she was, rubbing her forehead that hurt from the impact, and reached out to feel Xu Le's breath.

With the hairpin stuck around Xu Le's neck, his eyes were wide open, and he was completely out of breath.

She sighed, and was about to get up, but someone took a step ahead, grabbed her by the waist and picked her up from the coffin.

(End of this chapter)