Horror Game: Crazy criticizes a beauty who has no martial ethics

"Please show me your love, bride!"

A sharp voice suddenly sounded.

Xia Lingge hesitated, but still stretched out her hand to lift the red curtain in front of her. Then someone stretched out his hand to support her. The cool breeze blew up her red hijab. There was no one in the quiet deep forest courtyard. Taking advantage of her hijab, she raised her gaze to scan the plaque in the courtyard. The plaque with black characters and gold edges was hung with bright red silk flowers and satin. It actually looked a bit cold when illuminated by the dappled sunlight.

The lively atmosphere of gongs and drums disappeared instantly, leaving only the deserted sound of rustling leaves.

However, Xi Niang, who was supporting her, didn't feel anything was wrong at all, "Come, the bride will step on the brazier to cure illness and disaster, and make her harmonious and beautiful."

Xia Lingge looked at the barely extinguished brazier under his feet and stepped over hesitantly. She was led left and right into the front hall of the worship hall. She didn't hear any of the guests' conversations or blessings. Only the cold wind blew through the hem of her skirt, causing shivers on her skin.

The bad feeling is getting stronger.

She wanted to reach out and take off the red hijab, but was held tightly by Xi Niang next to her.

'tap--'

'tap--'

Subtle footsteps came from behind. Xia Lingge frowned and listened attentively. The footsteps came from far away and came closer, and they didn't seem to come from the same person. A small cry came from directly opposite her, like It's some kind of emotion and some kind of sadness.

No matter how stupid you are, you can still find something wrong with the problem.

Xia Lingge was about to struggle again, but Xi Niang next to her not only restrained her tightly, but also stuffed a soft cloth into her hand: "Girl, stop struggling, take the red rope and go to worship."

She felt that the man was being helped to stand next to her.

The weird sound of gongs, drums and suonas started playing again, and the high-pitched voice of the ceremony officer: "Bow down to heaven and earth!"

Before Xia Lingge could react, someone suddenly pressed down on the back of her head. The force was so strong that it was as if she was afraid that she would regret it.

The ceremonial officer's voice sounded for the second time: "Two bows to the high hall!"

Xia Lingge was forcibly twisted back and pressed down hard again. She lowered her head and took out the golden hairpin from her sleeve. When Xi Niang lifted her up, she stabbed Xi Niang's body fiercely.

Xi Niang screamed in pain and stepped back.

At this moment, Xia Lingge suddenly lifted off the red hijab.

The bright red word '囍' hangs high in the front hall, and white candles are burning underneath. The small flames reflect the faces of the old people sitting on both sides. Their shocked and anxious looks are like the ferocious evil spirits in hell.

She turned her eyes and looked at the 'groom' beside her. The bright red wedding dress was hanging on the groom's body. The groom lowered his head, his exposed skin turned blue and purple, and his bloodless lips were wrinkled like shredded paper. His hair was black at the tip, his arms were hanging down, and he was being held up on his toes by two servants, almost lifting off the ground.

There were no guests at the banquet outside, only shadows pressed down by the dark sky.

Hades, marriage...

Xia Lingge suddenly shuddered. This ridiculous and almost terrifying thought made her vigilance reach its peak.

"presumptuous!"

The master of the Yao family, who was sitting in a high position, slapped the table with a cold expression, "Who, who asked you to lift your hijab? Is this what the Wen family taught you?!"

"The Wen family didn't teach me to marry a dead person." Xia Lingge stared at the Yao family, "This marriage will never happen."

She said and ran outside.

Master Yao's face turned red with anger when he saw it: "What nonsense! You, the Wen family, accepted the betrothal gift. Now you are saying that you will not get married if you don't want to get married?! Someone!"

Several servants rushed over to the courtyard, rushing toward her with cold expressions. Xia Lingge dodged and avoided several attacks, but when she wanted to fight back, she forgot that her body was no longer hers. As soon as the force hit the opponent, he was immediately suppressed by the opponent and returned to the front hall.

When Grandpa Yao saw the bride being pressed back, his expression became more relaxed. He sat back on the round chair and said softly: "Go on, don't miss the right moment."

Mrs. Yao next to her continued to choke and cry. The sounds of festive suonas and sad cries mixed into a distorted eardrum. Xia Lingge struggled to shake off the person who was holding her, but the force of the clamping arm held her in place like a vise.

A foot kicked hard at her knee. Xia Lingge couldn't help but groaned and knelt on the ground. The groom opposite him lowered his head and turned to her direction.

He was standing, she was kneeling.

Their heads were pressed down and they all saluted downwards.

"Licheng!"

The suona played louder and more harshly. Xia Lingge was pulled to her feet amidst the noise. Her delicate hair was already messy in the struggle. She was just as trapped in the golden cage as she was now, unable to break free. .

The etiquette officer continued: "Send him to the bridal chamber!"

Someone brought a black coffin outside the door and placed it smoothly in the middle of the front hall. The young master of the Yao family was quietly placed in the coffin, and then Xia Lingge was suppressed and placed in the coffin.

"let me go!"

Xia Lingge bowed her body and pushed backwards, but her strength was like an ant shaking a tree. It had no effect at all. The arms supporting her body bent a little bit, and she was squeezed downwards, almost close to the dead man's face.

"I don't want to... enter... ah!"

She was thrown directly into the coffin.

Grandpa Yao got up and walked closer, sighing: "Pull out her tongue."

Someone immediately held down her limbs, and one of the big men pinched her jaw and slowly picked up the pliers.

Xia Lingge pursed her lips and shook her head, but the big man directly inserted his fingertips into her mouth, opened a gap and then clamped her tongue with pliers.

As long as I can remember,

Xia Lingge had never felt that she had experienced too much emotional fluctuations, but when the mouthful of sweetness filled her mouth, the group of people turned her head and asked her to pour out the blood in her mouth to avoid pouring it into her throat and suffocating her. She died, the burning anger in her chest swallowing her consciousness.

Like a plaything...

No, not even as good as a plaything...

She wanted to laugh, but all she could do was gush blood.

"Hurry, nail her! Seal her!"

The noise in my ears became even more chaotic.

Four thick and long silver nails stabbed hard into her wrists and ankles, connecting them to the coffin beneath her. The slightest movement would cause heart-piercing pain.

His body was trembling, and more and more blood was flowing out of his body.

The people outside the coffin began to burn the talismans into ashes and mix them with water. Xia Lingge knew what they were going to do. It was against the laws of nature for a living person to have a secret marriage. They wanted to restrain her to prevent her from being too resentful and looking for them. trouble.

how ridiculous...

They were the ones who did the bad things, and they were the ones who wanted to keep her safe, and she was just a plaything for them to trade with, to play with as they pleased.

But no, if the soul is really suppressed, then she will really die in the coffin and never be reincarnated.

Must go back...

Xia Lingge began to hold her breath. The pain of lack of oxygen in her brain made her body tremble and she shed a tear unconsciously, but her eyes did not close from beginning to end.