I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 47

The man combed his clothes and smiled: "Please put on your wedding clothes."

He Si's face became hot, and even the base of her ears began to feel hot.She lowered her head, pretending not to see the man's eager gaze, and tremblingly held up the gorgeous and complicated red wedding dress.

She suspected that the man in front of her had other ways of entering the barrier, and just wanted to see how embarrassed she was, and was deliberately teasing her. So she closed her eyes and turned her heart, put on the red wedding dress, and looked back to see the flowing layer of The red luster showed no change, and he stammered and asked, "Why is the barrier still there?"

"Not yet."

The gentle male voice was almost close to her ears. He Si subconsciously wanted to hide, but was gently held down, and a red coral necklace was wrapped around her neck.

"Don't look back."

He Si brushed her ears with cool fingertips and found that there were no piercings in them. He Si heard an almost inaudible sigh.However, her head immediately sank, and out of the corner of her vision, she saw Nanzhu strung with gold threads gently swaying on the side of her face, probably wearing a phoenix crown.Then, her hand was held by warm and dry fingers, and a pair of red silk gloves embroidered with golden peonies climbed onto her wrists.

The man came to her, lowered his head and looked at her carefully. After a long time, he said with satisfaction: "Ah Si looks so good dressed up."

He Si didn't think about the man's appearance. She only focused on the dim light of the little monkey. She calmed her mind and said, "Why... why are you still there?"

"Huh?" The man seemed a little surprised, but his frown quickly relaxed and he said softly: "There is still one thing missing."

It seemed that the wind was blowing, and something gently took away He Si's sight. Only then did she remember that she was still missing the bride's red hijab.

"Okay, okay?"

"Well, it disappeared." The joy in his voice could not be concealed, and the man held He Si's hand, "Don't be afraid, hold my hand."

"Yes." He Si looked down at her feet in sneakers under the red skirt, and followed Qin Jian slowly to the edge of the barrier.

"It may change, but don't be afraid. No matter where you are sent, don't take off your hijab, don't move around, just wait for me where you are, and I will go find you."

"Okay." He Si nodded solemnly.

"As expected of my grandma."

With almost no time for He Si to react, Qin Jian pulled her forward and took a step forward. The moment he entered the barrier, the Imperial Beads were placed on her wrist.

In one step, everything changes.

In the dead of night, only the dim light of the little monkey was left hanging in He Si's palm. The wind passed through the cave, making a sometimes sharp and sometimes deep sound.He Si's eyes were trapped under the red cloth. After checking again and again, he found that he was alone, sitting on the ominous wedding bed.

Don't be afraid, don't move, don't take off the red hijab.

He Si recited Qin Jian's words silently, trying to calm down, but the sweet smell in the room became stronger and stronger. Just when He Si could not stand it any longer, there was a sudden rustling sound under the bed, which seemed to appear in the silence. Extra loud.

what?
He Si felt terrified and tried to lift her feet off the ground to stay away from danger.She wanted to close her eyes, but the instinct to deal with danger forced her to open her eyes wide. As her mind was straining, a pair of skinny hands suddenly stretched out from where her feet had just been.

The fingers are sallow and the nails are pointed.

Oh my God!He Si held her breath and raised her feet higher.

The owner of those hands didn't seem to think of exploring upwards, and just moved slowly along the edge of the bed, groping carefully.

He Si's scalp was numb watching its movements, and her heart was filled with huge waves, but her face remained calm, and she carefully smoothed up the skirt that was about to fall to the ground.

I don't know how long it took, but cold sweat dripped from He Si's forehead. The withered hands finally touched under the bed, but when they found nothing, they slowly disappeared under the edge of the bed.

Finally getting over it, He Si sighed softly, her heart dropped halfway when she saw a mass of black hair sticking out from the edge of the bed, resembling a human head.

what is this?
He Si didn't catch a breath and covered her mouth to barely stop screaming.

The head was not in a hurry, and lay quietly for a while, then slowly swam out like a snake.Is she going to crawl out?
He Si felt pain in her heart, but she had no other solution except holding her breath and concentrating.

"Cluck." The human head made a strange sound and slowly turned upward.Now He Si understood in her heart that this thing might have known that she was here for a long time, and that the previous scene was just teasing her.

"Giggle." The strange voice sounded more and more like a sneer. Qin Jian, who promised to protect her, was not even a figure. Could something happen to him?The grievances, fears and worries in He Si's heart turned into anger. At worst, they would both die, she thought, and stepped on the man's head with all her strength.

"what!"

The head obviously did not expect this blow. After screaming shrilly, the black hair rose up and counterattacked towards He Si with great momentum.But the hair caught fire before it even touched the corner of He Si's clothes, and was burned away in the painful struggle.

Is it an Imperial House bracelet?He seemed to be thinking when he heard footsteps.

"You're here!" She stood up happily, struggling to resist the waves of dizziness, and her sweet breath became heavier.

"Well, you can take off the red cloth."

Black men's cloth shoes appeared in He Si's trapped sight. She wanted to lift the hijab, but something flashed in her groggy mind.

"Come on." She lowered her head and invited shyly.

"Ha." With a low laugh, the black shoes took a few steps closer, but the hand that lifted the hijab did not appear. It was still hanging by the man's side. He Si saw that on his right hand, the beads of the Imperial House were looming, and the beads were looming. It had obviously been put on her hand by Qin Jian.

Still an illusion.

He Si understood that Qin Jian wouldn't let her take off her hijab because there might be something in the room that could cause hallucinations.But now it seems that even if her vision is blocked, there is still something affecting her brain - that sweet smell that always follows her.

Thinking of this, He Si took a step towards the location of the dressing table in her memory. As expected, black cloth shoes blocked her way.

"Why is Ah Si walking around with a red hijab, but she can't bear to part with her new wedding dress?"

"Are you worthy of calling me Ah Si?"

As He Si spoke, a piece of silk cut through the air like a sharp blade, passed the foreign object in front of her, and hit the incense burner on the dressing table. With a "ding bell", the incense burner fell to the ground and He Si's spiritual platform was cleared.

Before she could repair herself before fighting, the body in front of her expanded rapidly. He Si retreated hastily, not wanting to trip over something foreign under her feet and fall onto the bed.

Oops!Her heart sank, but she saw countless cold lights flashing, the huge body instantly falling apart, and a figure that made her familiar and at ease appear behind the scattered fragments.

"Are you worthy of calling her A-Si?"

"Qin Jian!" He Si almost wanted to run forward and hug the figure, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, but it took some time to break the illusion. When did you learn the art of manipulating silk."

"I don't know. I succeeded once in my dream last time."

"Then you dare to use it?"

"Give it a try. Even if you don't succeed, I think it's time for you to arrive."

"Humph."

The slender and powerful hand covered the gentle and delicate hand, and the imperial bead slipped from He Si's fingertips to Qin Jian's wrist. The green thorns grew again, lingering on their hands at the same time, and disappeared under the red sleeves. .

The thorns like buds crawled across He Si's arms, and her heart felt itchy.Then, Qin Jian slowly but firmly lifted He Si's red hijab.

"It's okay, I'll take you out."

(End of this chapter)