People are gone before they know it.
Now only Anxi, who was heading to Wumeng Community alone, and Wu were left at the station.
Wu Kailai's black car with silver patterns was half buried under the soil and flesh due to the battle with the white-skinned man.
Although Anxi suggested digging out the car at the time, Wu thought the car was dirty and didn't even look at it, so he twisted the car into a ball of scrap metal.
You really have money and willfulness.
The town of Lison is far away from the city. Anxi can take a bus back. What should he do?
Thinking of this, An Qian couldn't help but be curious and asked Wu: "How are you going to go back?"
"Huh?" Wu heard An Qian's voice and looked back at her, "Don't worry, I've already contacted them to pick me up."
"That's it." Anxi nodded.
at the same time.
"Dingling~"
The ethereal bell sound was long and distant, but it broke through the air and spread throughout the forest.
"They came to pick you up so soon?"
Anxi was surprised when she heard the sudden ringing. She turned around and looked at the source of the ringing. Although there were no people or cars in sight, the sound of the bells continued one after another.
"..."
Anxi waited for a while but didn't hear Wu's response.
This is somewhat abnormal.
An Qian turned around, her pupils trembled, and she took a step back unconsciously.
Wu's expression was as alert and cold as she had ever seen before.
He was gazing at the source of the bell's sound from a distance, blood filling his golden eyes, like an impending storm, about to break out.
"Walk."
"What?"
Wu suddenly spoke, his voice cold. Without explaining to An Qian, he directly picked her up from the waist, turned around and ran in the opposite direction to the sound of the bell.
He ran very fast, and his body exuded an awe-inspiring sense of oppression. This was the reaction that would occur when he used most of his strength.
What on earth made him so anxious?
Anxi was confused and saw the two of them leaving the road and entering the mountain road surrounded by fog.
"Dingling~Dingling~"
The ringing of the bell continued, and it sounded like it was getting closer to the two of them.
After Wu heard the sound of the approaching bell, his breathing became erratic. His feet speeded up, eager to get away from the lingering sound of the bell.
but.
"Dingling~Dingling~"
The sound of the bells followed them like a shadow, forming echoes in the empty mountains, as if the four-corner cage was gradually shrinking and they could not escape.
Anxi turned her head, looked over Wu's shoulder, and looked behind him.
The mountain road is rugged, and the green trees on both sides spread out in strange shapes, passing through the thin flowing white mist.
And in the depths of the white mist, a black shadow gradually approached the two of them, revealing its original shape.
It was a flaming red sedan. The bridge curtain of bright red silk was embroidered with gold thread with the word "happy" and "ruyi" patterns, as well as a vivid picture of red phoenix and rising sun. There were pink colored balls hanging from the four corners of the sedan top, and a tassel. Hang to the bottom.
The bright, warm red color should have been more festive and sunny against the backdrop of green trees on both sides.
But the person carrying the sedan only sent shivers down An Qian's spine.
The face is pale, with bright red dots on both sides of the cheeks, and the stiff facial features drawn with a few strokes of black ink are the paper figures used in burials.
There are four paper figures at each end of the sedan, with their papery arms somehow lifting the sandalwood sedan. At the front of the sedan, there is a hooded paper figure holding a long stick with a string tied to the top. Brass bells jingled with their steps.
"Miss An."
The paper man at the front noticed An Qian's gaze, lowered his head, and shouted in a high-pitched voice: "The time has come, please follow the children back to the house for the banquet."
"Wow." Anxi was so frightened that she immediately retracted her head.
But the sedan chair behind him would not stop there. Along with the ringing of bells, the paper man’s shrill voice also kept on coming.
"Miss An, the time has come. Please follow the children back to the house for the banquet."
"I thought you would show up in five days, but by chance, I'm waiting for you today."
"Time waits for no one. The earlier you go, the better the impression the master and his wife will have on you."
"Your residence has been arranged in the courtyard, you can just move in."
"But first of all, Mr. Geng has a bad temper, so you should be more patient."
The paper man kept saying something.
An Qian didn't know what he meant, but she knew that these paper figures were trying to catch her. No wonder Wu would suddenly run away with her.
"Miss An."
Although the paper figures were carrying the sedan, they were extremely fast. Just a moment ago, they were just a vague shadow in the white mist in the distance, but now they could be seen clearly.
Wu kept running as fast as he could, but he couldn't run faster than them.
"Dingling~"
There was another bell ringing.
The shadow of the sedan suddenly blurred, and when it came together again, it was only one step away from the two of them.
"Miss An, it's time to go."
The paper man stretched his neck, his pale face almost touching Anxi's face.
"Hiss--"
Wu turned around instantly, raised his hand and tore the leading paper man from the middle.
The paper figure was torn into tatters and broken into several pieces. It was about to float away in the wind, but suddenly it stopped in mid-air, as if it was pulled by the wind and left unsteadily in the wind. .
"Oh, isn't this Mr. Wu? How are you doing lately?" The paper man's face was divided into two halves, staggered up and down, but it did not prevent it from speaking at all.
Anxi was surprised when she heard this.
This paper man actually knows Wu, and his tone seems very familiar to him.
"You and Miss An are old acquaintances? What a coincidence. Miss An may become the young lady of the Geng family in the future, and you will be our guest on the big day."
"What did you say?"
An Qian retorted doubtfully and unhappily: "What young lady? Do you give direct notice of marriage now?"
"Haha, Miss An is really good at joking." The paper man laughed, but the expression on his face did not change at all.
"Your horoscope and the young master are a perfect match. Of course, you are not the only one who has these horoscopes. When you get to the house, you will have to compete with others. The final winner will be the eldest mistress of our Geng family."
An Qian was even more angry after hearing this: "What is the identity of your eldest young master? Why did you choose a concubine? I may not like him if he chooses me!"
"Miss An..." the paper man called her in a slightly protracted tone, his tone was helpless and sarcastic, mocking her for not overestimating her abilities.
But it didn't say anything clearly. It just continued: "Miss An, my young master is a genius. He will never let you down. Come on, come on..."
"Hiss!"
Before it finished speaking, Wu raised his hand again, and invisible wind blades flashed across the sky. Paper scraps filled the sky like flying snow, and the paper man couldn't be broken into pieces.
"hehe."
But it can still emit an eerie laugh that is terrifying.
"Master Wu, it seems that you are toasting instead of being punished with wine. I will give you a step and you can just follow it. If you insist on letting me use what the master gave me, it will be you who will be embarrassed later."
The words fell.
A yellow rope flew out from the sedan chair. It swam freely and attacked Wu very quickly.
Wu ducked to the side, but the rope seemed to have eyes. It predicted Wu's direction in advance, caught the turtle in the jar, and tied Wu tightly.
"Ah!" Anxi fell to the ground.
Naturally Wu was tied up with a rope and couldn't hold her anymore.
But her ass hasn’t even touched the ground yet…
"Whoosh!"
Another piece of red silk appeared in the sedan, wrapped around An Qian's waist in a few clicks, and quickly pulled her into the big red sedan.
His vision was shrouded in red cloth, and the weak sunlight penetrated through the red curtain, illuminating the sedan's blood-red interior, as if he was being pressed into someone's internal organs.
at the same time,
The sound of the system also rang in my ears.
[A random copy of "The Red Banquet" has been opened]
