Folk custom: At the beginning of the wedding, the bride takes off her painted skin

"Gululu."

Li Daoxuan rashly entered the blood pool and was not careful enough. He even choked on some blood, which he immediately spat out.

Beside her, Zhou Yaya was also caught off guard.

After she reacted, she immediately thought about absorbing the blood pool, but she only discovered it after she exerted her strength.

The white dress she was wearing was almost instantly filled with blood and turned into a blood dress.

But the amount of blood in the room did not decrease at all.

Li Daoxuan exerted force with both hands and climbed up from the bottom of the blood pool to the surface, and his head finally emerged.

He first took a deep breath, and then he felt better after taking a breath of fresh air.

This blood... is quite strange.

He was also able to look around. The blood had already spread to the top of the Buddhist temple and was almost reaching the roof.

You can even touch the beam if you raise your hand.

The door that was originally open was closed at some point.

The nasal cavity was filled with the strong smell of blood.

Li Daoxuan had no strength left to move his feet, so he had to raise his hands and was about to lean on the beam to pull himself out of the pool of blood.

But before he touched the beam, he felt a huge force coming from under his feet.

His feet seemed to be grabbed by a pair of hands, and with a sudden force, they were pulled back into the pool of blood.

The blood pool was strange, but he was prepared and therefore was not panicked.

He took a breath of fresh air, held his breath, and just as he fell into the pool of blood, he had already drawn the butcher knife from his waist.

He stretched out the bell-ringing stick and chopped it down towards his feet.

When the knife came down, Li Daoxuan felt as if he had hit something, and he looked down in a hurry.

A black shadow seemed to appear in front of him, but under his feet... he chopped off a ghost hand.

The ghost hand grabbed his left foot, but the ghost hand on his right foot still existed.

Just as he was about to swing his knife and chop him down, the ghost hand that was holding his right foot immediately let go.

That ghost...ran away.

Only then did Li Daoxuan look up at the dark shadow in front of him.

In this scarlet pool of blood, his eyes passed through the endless blood, and he finally saw clearly the center of the blood pool.

Or to be more precise, in the middle of the room.

There is actually a... person floating there!

He looked like an old man in his fifties or sixties, with gray hair, wearing a slightly tattered linen shirt and straw sandals.

Like a farmer in the mountains.

At this moment, he was just floating in the pool of blood, his eyes closed, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Li Daoxuan just looked at him and lowered his head again, but he no longer saw the ghost that had grabbed him before.

There was only blood under my feet.

Not only that, he also discovered that even Zhou Yaya was missing!
A hint of white could still be seen on her original skirt, so her figure could be seen at a glance in the pool of blood.

But ever since her skirt turned into a blood skirt, it has never been seen again.

Not only could he not see her, he couldn't even sense her presence.

She did not return to Li Daoxuan's territory, she just disappeared from the pool of blood.

Seeing the situation, Li Daoxuan extended the bell-beating stick in his hand again, and the tip of the butcher knife immediately pressed against the closed wooden door of the Buddhist temple. It stabbed in, then retracted, dragging Li Daoxuan to the door.

The blood pool was still rising, and it seemed to be almost reaching the roof.

Li Daoxuan held the butcher knife with both hands and chopped it down fiercely.

With a "swish" sound, the wooden door was split open by him, but then he discovered.

After the wooden door was cut open, what was revealed was not wood, but flesh and blood just like a human being.

One could even faintly hear the wooden door calling out and wailing.

Li Daoxuan had only one thought in his mind, "Call your mom!"

Then, with a few more cuts, he finally made a hole in the door, like a... dog hole.

The blood in the room finally had a place to vent, and it all rushed out. Li Daoxuan was the closest to it, and he lowered his head and jumped out of the wooden door. After landing on the ground, he exerted force on his feet and moved far away again.

Behind him, endless blood was gushing out from the blood pool, or rather the Buddhist temple, and then poured onto the square outside the temple.

Li Daoxuan just stood there and watched silently.

He saw the old man floating in the pool of blood was also washed out and lay on the square.

But until the blood in the pool flowed below the hole, he did not see Zhou Yaya's figure.

Li Daoxuan didn't believe it. He took two steps to the door of the Buddhist temple, swung the butcher knife again, and chopped it down with force.

The knife went straight into the gap in the middle of the door and opened the wooden door with one stroke.

More blood gushed out from behind the wooden door. Li Daoxuan dodged it while still watching the blood flowing out of the room.

There was still no sight of Zhou Yaya. Not only that, even the ghost whose hand he had chopped off was nowhere to be seen.

Only when the blood stopped flowing out of the room did Li Daoxuan frown, pick up the butcher knife, and kick the broken wooden door open completely. He then walked into the Buddhist hall filled with the smell of blood again.

Compared to the first time he entered here, there was nothing unusual except for the residual blood everywhere.

As for the small door leading to the side room, it was also closed at this moment.

Li Daoxuan lowered his head and searched around the room. The ghost hand that he had cut off had also disappeared, and it had not been rushed to the door by the blood just now.

This ghost, like Zhou Yaya, seemed to have disappeared out of thin air from this Buddhist temple.

Li Daoxuan frowned slightly and was about to turn around when he heard a painful howl from outside.

"Oh my, who is that wicked person who left this old man on the ground?"

It was that old man...he really wasn't dead.

Li Daoxuan stepped back, left the Buddhist temple, and came behind the old man.

At that time, the old man was still trying to get up from the ground, but Li Daoxuan's butcher knife was already on his neck.

"Just asking once, where did the female ghost who just followed me go?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, then he cried out: "I was just sleeping, how would I know what a female ghost is."

"Mr. Grain Eater, have you recognized the wrong person?"

Li Daoxuan sneered, and raised the butcher knife that was originally on the old man's neck, and was about to chop it down. The old man shivered with fear and immediately shouted:

"I say, I say, she must have been taken to the Mahavira Hall!"

Li Daoxuan gently placed his butcher knife on his neck again, and then whispered, "You have to suffer a little before you can say it, right?"

"No...no, I said it's not okay."

The old man replied in a mournful voice. (End of this chapter)