The player was invited to the main hall by Xu Zhai's people.
The mistress of the Xu family was sitting in a high position, but her expression was not as gentle as before, and her eyes and voice became much sharper.
"Fellow Taoist priests, could you please explain why my unmarried daughter-in-law died suddenly and tragically?"
Wu Biao retorted: "What does this have to do with us?"
"Hmph -" Xu's mother snorted coldly and glanced around, finally landing on Xu Zhixi and Zhang Meng, "Then why are these two female Taoist priests in the bride's room?"
Zhang Meng tugged on Xu Zhixi's sleeves, her face turned pale and her lips trembled.
Xu Zhixi was also a little scared, but she was still calm on the surface.
But a girl who was only twenty years old, no matter how calm she was, couldn't react to that tragic scene.
Wang Li's eyes gradually became dangerous, and his voice was stern: "Didn't I tell you not to go out at night?"
Xu Zhixi turned her head and glanced at Zhang Meng. Seeing that she was frightened and speechless, she could only speak slowly: "I was dragged by Zhang Meng to find the toilet. I must have lost my way when I came back. We saw There was light in that house, so I went to ask for directions. Then I discovered where the bride died tragically."
Suddenly, the maid standing next to her screamed and collapsed on the ground, looking very panicked: "It must be the third young master! The bride died exactly like those people, her blood was drained!"
"It must be a ghost! It's a ghost!"
At this time, Xu Bai, who had been frightened before, strode in and shouted angrily at the frightened maid: "Shut up! What nonsense are you talking about!"
She no longer looked frightened as before, and faced Xu's mother and said: "I just brought that woman here today, and she was intact when she came. But when these two Taoist priests came over, my third sister-in-law died tragically for no reason. The two Taoist priests Is there really no responsibility?”
Zhang Meng was furious, "What do you mean? We didn't kill her!"
Xu Bai raised his lips and smiled, "I didn't say that the two Taoist priests killed her, but the Taoist priests accepted my second brother's invitation to prepare for the dark marriage, but the bride of the dark wedding died suddenly and tragically. Did the Taoist priests No responsibility?"
"What does Bai'er mean?"
"My daughter wants one of these two Taoist priests to replace my third sister-in-law who died tragically."
Xu Bai grinned, his smile getting brighter, but the strange malice in his eyes almost overflowed.
Wu Biao looked shocked, "No, the bride died just now. Wasn't it just a secret marriage? Why let them take her place?"
Before the Xu family could reply, Wang Li stepped forward and clasped his fists and said, "Exactly, we can't delay tomorrow's business. Let's let Taoist Xu marry us instead. Zhang Meng, come here."
Zhang Meng hesitated, looked at Xu Zhixi, then at Wang Li and the others, lowered his head and moved to their side silently.
"How could this be--"
Chen Zhe'an wanted to speak, but was silenced by Wang Li.
Xu Zhixi frowned.
She seemed to be cannon fodder.
Xu Bai clapped his hands with a smile on his face, as if he was very satisfied with the outcome: "Daozhang Xu, I have to call you third sister-in-law. My third brother must like you, very much."
Xu's mother was silent for a long time, and then spoke directly without any objection: "Come here, please clean up a new room for the third lady. Let's go and have a night's rest. We will get married tomorrow."
Immediately, a cold-faced maid walked up. She was dressed in green clothes and had a delicate appearance, but there was a red birthmark in the corner of her eye, which ruined the coordination of her face and was very abrupt.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Daozhang Xu, since you have become the substitute bride, go over with Xiao Cui."
The maid turned to look at Xu Zhixi with dull eyes, "Third Madam, please."
Xu Zhixi twitched her lips. It seemed that she had been completely arranged.
Things progressed so fast that people were completely unexpected.
It was as if there was some inexplicable force pushing her up.
Could it be that she is destined to be cannon fodder?
Her eyes moved to Wang Li and the others. Wang Li still had that angry and unprovoked face, Gu Zi was not smiling, but his expression was calm, and Wu Biao and the others looked away.
Okay, it looks like this is my life.
Players obviously want to give up themselves to "take care of the overall situation."
He really became cannon fodder.
Xu Zhixi laughed to herself and followed the maid named Xiaocui. Soon, the two of them walked to the door of a remote room. Xiaocui took out a copper key from her body and opened the rusty lock on the door.
"Third Madam, this is the young master's former study. There is a bed. You can stay here temporarily."
Xu Zhixi was startled, "Xu Xuan's study?"
"Exactly. The slave has left first. If Madam has any instructions, please call the slave."
Xiaocui lit candles around her and was about to leave, but Xu Zhixi called out to her.
"Xiao Cui, what kind of person is Xu Xuan?"
If she read it correctly, when Xu Xuan was mentioned, Xiao Cui's cold eyes flashed with a hint of astonishment, and there seemed to be a trace of imperceptible sadness?
"Xiao Cui doesn't know. Besides, the young master is no longer alive now. Madam asked me, and I don't even know."
Xu Zhixi smiled lightly and said, "I'm just curious about what my future husband will be like. By the way, Xiaocui, I heard from the maid just now that someone had been bled to death by ghosts before. Is it true?"
Xiaocui looked at her, her eyes full of coldness, "Yes, many servants and maids died in the house before, and they were all dried up and turned into mummies."
"But these are definitely not done by the third young master. The third young master will never touch that dirty blood!"
She seemed to realize that she was too excited, lowered her head, and concealed the emotion in her eyes: "Daoist Master Xu, you'd better go to bed early and don't worry about these chores."
After saying that, she left without looking back and closed the door behind her.
Why did he become Taoist Master Xu again?
Xu Zhixi twitched the corners of her lips, "Xiao Cui really supports this third young master."
Spending the night in Li Gui's study room requires an extremely strong heart.
She seems to be really a cannon fodder character who will die either way, sooner or later.
Thinking like this, she actually felt a little calm.
but……
She still wanted to live.
She walked around the study, wondering if she could find other clues that could help her get out of her current situation.
But besides the desks and bookshelves, there is just a bed. There was a layer of dust on the desks and bookshelves. This room had not been cleaned for a while.
Xu Zhixi touched another chair.
The surface of the chair next to the table is smooth and bright, with no dust at all, as if someone often comes to sit on it.
Do ghosts still come back often to read books?
Xu Zhixi was amused by her own thoughts and sat down on the stool. There was a book on the desk, and the cover was not dusty. She opened it and saw that it was in traditional Chinese characters, but it read in vernacular.
This Xu house is firmly rooted in feudalism, with no trace of modernity. There are no electric lights, only fire candles.
If it weren't for the costumes of Xu Bai and Mrs. Xu, Xu Zhixi would only think that the background of this copy was pure ancient times.
However, in Xu Xuan’s study—
She looked through some books on the bookshelf. They were all trendy articles in vernacular. There are even books in foreign languages with small text annotations next to them, which are extremely serious.
She didn't know if this background was the same as the real world, but according to the traces left in this study, this Xu Xuan must have been a passionate young man pursuing the latest trends when he was alive.
She turned to an article and it was also signed by Xu Xuan. After reading it through, the core of the article is to criticize the feudal ethics of cannibalism. The writing is smooth, although not sharp, but the words are elegant and not artificial.
And his handwriting is even more beautiful, elegant and graceful, yet restrained.
It stands to reason that someone who can write such articles and words should be the kind of handsome gentleman who is brilliant and graceful.
But how could such a person become a cruel ghost?
