Welcome to Infinite Nightmare

Chapter 129

Duan Miaomiao raised her head slightly, looked towards the end of the bed, and sure enough there was a woman in a wedding dress, covered with a red hijab, swaying back and forth, singing something.

But her voice seemed to have been ground by something, it was thin but frosted, and she sang in an unknown dialect, Duan Miaomiao didn't understand a word.

This weird scene made Duan Miaomiao unable to move. She knew that the Xi Niang in front of her might not be human, but it might be the source of all abnormalities in Wangxi Village, that is, cause and effect.

It seems that tonight is to promote the development of the plot, but there is no need to be so violent. Duan Miaomiao retracted into the quilt, closed her eyes, her heart was beating wildly, she didn't know what was going to happen, would that ghost pounce on her? shredded.

She could no longer feel herself trembling, and a thin layer of sweat was already on her forehead, and then she felt a slight bounce on the other side of the bed, the woman stood up, Duan Miaomiao held her breath, her eyes were wide open, carefully catching the air In the middle of the voice, want to know where the woman went.

But the drama stopped abruptly, the room was surprisingly quiet, even the chirping of crickets outside the window stopped, Duan Miaomiao felt that she was in another space, she wanted to scream but couldn't make any sound, even though her clothes were wet with sweat.

Duan Miaomiao slowly turned over and lay on her side, staring straight at the window, maybe she could see a red figure, Duan Miaomiao thought to herself, now she misses the living Xiangru very much.

Just when she thought everything was safe and the woman had left, suddenly a red hijab slanted in front of Duan Miaomiao, only ten centimeters away, and the woman leaned in front of Duan Miaomiao in a strange posture.

A corner of the red hijab was lifted, revealing the woman's blue-gray face, with stiff facial features, but heavy makeup, skin covered with corpse spots, black red eyes leaking blood and tears, and scarlet mouth forcefully split on both sides.

Duan Miaomiao's heart almost stopped suddenly, and the woman screamed: "I hate you! My Ah Jin, give me back my Ah Jin!"

The sharp voice pierced Duan Miaomiao's eardrums, she yelled "Damn it", got into the bed, and wrapped herself tightly with the quilt.

The screaming of the woman stopped, accompanied by the laughter of the children drifting away, and the joyful singing echoed in the room:

"Marry the bride, marry the bride, gray statues hang in the red and white rooms,

Marry the bride, marry the bride, don't be sad on the red sedan chair.

......"

Duan Miaomiao closed her eyes tightly, tightly grasping the only sense of security that the quilt gave her, and murmured tremblingly: "Patriotic, dedicated, honest, friendly..."

After a while, all the voices in the room disappeared, because Duan Miaomiao did not dare to open the quilt rashly because of the loss just now, until she was about to run out of oxygen, she slowly lifted a corner of the quilt, revealed one eye and looked around, seeing that there was no one. After the figure, she exposed her head to breathe.

She sat up, at this time the crickets were calling outside the window, accompanied by the sound of running water, Duan Miaomiao patted her chest and took a deep breath, thinking, could it be that my sincere belief drove them away?

Sure enough, the brilliance of the party is infinite. With tears in her eyes, Duan Miaomiao vowed to join the party actively after she came out of this dream world.

After death and life, she was exhausted physically and mentally, and she fell asleep on the pillow.

In the morning, Duan Miaomiao was awakened by the sound of gongs and drums, she sat up in a daze, and after reacting for a while, she realized that the noise was coming from the front of Duan's house, and today is the big celebration day!
She got up in a panic. Sang Huai opened the door and came in at this moment. Seeing Duan Miaomiao's messy hair, she couldn't get angry. She said angrily, "Fortunately, I'm here. Look how you look like now." See you, come over and get dressed."

Duan Miaomiao resisted Sang Huai's touching her a bit, and after she went to wash herself, Sang Huai grabbed her and sat down on the dressing table to put on her makeup.
Duan Miaomiao looked worried at the table full of rouge and gouache, she was only thinking about how to escape getting married, she didn't want to die in the hands of that woman last night, and that woman's makeup was simply horrible.

She stopped Sang Huai's hand who was about to smear it, and insisted on doing it herself, but Sang Huai had no choice but to give up, saying that she would wait outside the door, waiting for Duan Miaomiao to come out.

After she finished speaking, she turned around and left. Duan Miaomiao picked up the pen and began to trace her eyebrows, absent-mindedly, she looked at the hanging wedding dress, feeling extremely lonely in her heart, her makeup was simple, and finally ended with lipstick. I have imagined what it would be like to get married, but it is definitely not like this now.

She changed into a red dress, clutching the red hijab firmly in her hands, opened the door and walked out, Sang Huai looked Duan Miaomiao up and down, although she was dissatisfied, she didn't dare to delay, covered her with the red hijab and helped her sit on it The red sedan chair had already parked outside the door.

The Daoxi villagers on the outside of Duan's house had strange smiles on their faces, like copy and paste, with the same arc, but Duan Miaomiao didn't see it.

When they got into the red sedan chair, the gongs and drums blared and the suona resounded, and it was festive. The Duan couple looked at their daughter on the sedan chair with excited ripples in their eyes, and followed the crowd to Dong's house in the east.

Duan Miaomiao felt that the bridal sedan chair was extremely cold, and the red hijab on her head seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and she couldn't take it off. She could only see her hands folded on her legs, grabbing the hem of the skirt and leaving deep marks.

She couldn't hear the sound outside the car, only her own heartbeat and breathing.

I don't know what happened to Qi Luyi, I don't know if Xiao Wuji and the others are okay, have they rescued Qi Luyi, if possible, come to save themselves.

Duan Miaomiao bit her lower lip tightly, clenched her fists tightly, letting her nails dig into her flesh.

Until sitting in the bridal sedan chair, all the negative emotions surged in, making it difficult for Duan Miaomiao to breathe. She didn't know whether it was the unsteady bridal sedan chair or her trembling, but Duan Miaomiao had no intention of caring about it.

Xiao Wuji and Mu Cen rescued the imprisoned Qi Luyi in the evening. The latter must go to Dong's house and donate things to Dong's house, otherwise the death condition will be triggered.

The three of them had already prepared red silk, satin silk, and gold hairpins at the market, all of which were festive items, and after they brought them, they went straight to Dong's house in the east, ready to rescue Duan Miaomiao at any time.

The Dong family has long been full of relatives and friends, half red and half white, the Dong family and his wife are standing in front of the door holding their son's portrait, ready to welcome Xi Niang.

Musical instruments blared outside the door, yellow and white paper was sprinkled into the air, and the villagers were waiting with anticipation with festive things, their eyes full of longing.

Xiao Wuji looked at Qi Luyi, who had always been depressed, his face was frighteningly dark, his thoughts drifted to nowhere, Xiao Wuji sighed a little, and looked nervously and worriedly at the future direction of the sedan chair.

Finally, the red sedan chair appeared, followed closely by the Duan family couple, Qi Luyi's eyes were focused on the sedan chair, and Duan Miaomiao was sitting inside. He clenched his fists, his breathing was a little short, and he was ready to rescue him at any time, even if he tried his best full strength.

Duan Miaomiao felt the noise of people, and guessed that he should have arrived at Dong's house, but he couldn't cry, only fear.

She looked at her clenched fist, and suddenly a haggard hand stretched out and covered her hand, a bony blue-gray hand with blood-red nails.

A biting chill spread from both hands to the whole body, Duan Miaomiao couldn't move, let the ghostly hand grab his hand, and there was the sound of paper children laughing and paper rustling in his ears.

A gust of wind blew open the red curtain window and lifted a corner of the red hijab. Duan Miaomiao turned her head and saw Qi Luyi, a handsome young man standing in the crowd, but his eyes were full of sadness at this moment.

Duan Miaomiao's eyes became hot instantly, and all the memories flooded into her mind like a revolving lantern.

The father's loving face emerged, the memories of being dependent on each other since childhood, the excitement of being admitted to the ideal university, and seeing Qi Luyi for the first time...
The subsequent memories were all about Qi Luyi, many familiar and unfamiliar nightmares flickered in his brain, and finally stayed on Qi Luyi's tear-stained face, with despair in his eyes.

Duan Miaomiao couldn't help thinking: Here it is again, those nightmare memories are obviously so strange.

Am I dying...

(End of this chapter)