Just walked out of the gate of the ancient house.
Xie Chen exhaled.
Regarding the situation just now, it would be absolutely false to say that I would not be nervous.
But there was one more thing that Xie Chen had already figured out.
The reason why the pocket watch reacted just now was all because of the existence of the paper matchmaker.
It doesn't have much to do with my mother-in-law and the ancient house.
This also indirectly proves that in this copy, the biggest threat to me is the paper matchmaker.
It's just that even the wedding invitations at the beginning were sent by it, but in the end, all the spearheads were pointed at it.
What are the pros and cons between this?
The tighter the time, the more urgent the matter is.
This is also Xiechen's next goal.
"It's just that the risk factor is too high..."
To find out the identity of the paper matchmaker, it would be difficult to figure out the identity of the paper matchmaker even if you visit both the wedding shop and the wedding shop.
Xie Chen carried out temporary renovations on a small pavilion some distance away from the ancient house.
Not long after, the wedding team was sent out by the old steward.
After walking out of the ancient house, these paper figures floated in the air one by one.
Xie Chen stared at them intently. These existences were no different from real people in the world of ghost stories.
But at least from Xie Chen's perspective, they are genuine paper figures.
I even suspected that among these paper figures, there might be a paper matchmaker herself.
It's a pity that after watching them completely disappear at the intersection of another road, nothing was found.
This group of paper figures kept walking forward numbly.
Xie Chen still remembered the direction, which was towards the wedding shop.
Fortunately, they did not go to the side of their own home, otherwise it would be really serious.
Xie Chen rubbed his brows, a little embarrassed whether he should follow him now or not.
Maybe even meet a paper matchmaker?
Forget it……
Xie Chen shook his head. Anyway, there was still a day and a half, and the paper matchmaker could delay it a little longer.
The most important thing is to explore the ancient house first and then talk about it.
Since the mother-in-law’s room is on the first floor, who owns the room on the second floor?
I don't know why, but as the time for the end of the copy gets closer and closer, Xie Chen feels more and more uncomfortable.
The level of danger is even gradually increasing.
To put it bluntly, nearly 80% of my thoughts so far are my own subjective assumptions. In this world of ghost stories, you need to be able to confirm your thoughts, and you also need to be hard-working.
Otherwise, if you guess wrong once, you will die without a burial place.
If the latest inferences are tentatively correct, then the information currently available is enough to overturn Xie Chen's cognition.
Who would have thought that in this copy, the wedding had nothing to do with me.
My identity as a groom is only valid for the bride in red.
But according to the definition of this copy, she is already dead.
Only "living people" can attend the wedding.
All those who appear as dead objects are considered alive in the copy.
In addition to the welcoming team, the wife who became a paper figurine is the bride of this wedding.
…
In contrast, the tattered doll was considered the mother-in-law.
But why does it appear in the form of a doll?
Could it be...
Subconsciously, the wife imagined all the characteristics she wanted her mother to have in the doll, so that it would become the embodiment of the mother's image in this wedding?
That's pretty much it for the first two, and then only who the groom will be is left...
well.
Xie Chen sighed. According to the current situation, it would indeed be more troublesome the deeper he probed.
Seeing the old steward walking back into the inner courtyard of the ancient house, Xie Chen slowly twisted his neck and followed him quietly.
When I came to the ancient house again. The door has been shut shut.
Originally, only the inner door of the ancient house was closed, but the outer door was never closed.
Xie Chen was speechless.
It was probably Bai Qipao's mother-in-law who specifically asked the steward to take care of her. It seemed that bitch really thought she was a pervert.
But it doesn’t matter, it’ll be a little troublesome at worst.
Just now at the pavilion, I had already cleaned away all the paper scraps on my body.
Even if someone sees him now, he will not say that he is covered in blood.
Xie Chen grabbed the railing of the iron gate with one hand and moved up with his feet.
Fortunately, the iron gate railing above is a semi-circular arc and has no spikes or barbs.
Otherwise, every step Xie Chen takes will be painful.
This scene reminded him of the school-wide announcement about skipping classes in high school.
That's real social death.
After all, he had a "criminal record", and Xie Chen's movements were so skillful that he climbed over the gate of the ancient house courtyard in three strokes, five divisions and two divisions.
The wreaths, burning paper pots and sedan chairs were all placed in the yard.
In addition, the original atmosphere of the ancient house was not good, and now it looks even more terrifying.
Xie Chen took a breath and forced himself to calm down for the time being.
After all, when my heart is impetuous, my mind will not be able to calm down later. If something happens, I probably won’t even be able to get around it.
Slowly follow the flower bed to the side of the ancient house.
Xie Chen looked at the passage leading to the window of his room. After hesitating for a while, he still didn't want to go there and take a look.
That level of danger is too high.
It would be better to enter the ancient house directly.
Xie Chen slowly put his ear to the door of the ancient house, pricked up his ears and listened quietly to what was going on inside.
After a while.
It was still very quiet in the ancient house, not even the slightest sound.
Xie Chen's expression was full of doubts.
So many things had happened just now, and the old steward had just returned to the old house. It was impossible for the mother-in-law in Bai Qipao not to explain everything.
But even though he was doubtful, Xie Chen didn't want to wait any longer. He stretched out his hand and gently opened the door of the ancient house.
A loud squeaking sound was heard, echoing around the ancient house.
Xie Chen's whole body trembled.
What the hell is the difference between this and using a loudspeaker to tell everyone that someone is coming?
But now, Xie Chen, who is like a thief, has no choice but to resign himself to his fate.
The sandalwood door of the ancient house was slowly opened, and Xie Chen couldn't help but hold his breath and open his eyes as wide as possible.
At the front of the corridor of the ancient house, a wedding dress floated slowly and lightly.
Xie Chen also felt a little thump in his heart, it's over...
The bride in red...
Xie Chen just stared at her blankly.
The two looked at each other, neither of them making any move.
This made Xie Chen feel uncomfortable all over. It could no longer be described as uncomfortable.
Thump thump thump…
A clear and heavy sound sounded, like the sound of footsteps, bit by bit burned into Xie Chen's heart.
The bride in red in front of her became more and more unreal as the footsteps got farther and farther.
wrong!
Xie Chen rubbed his eyes and confirmed that the scene in front of him still existed.
Immediately, he slapped himself in the face twice.
The burning feeling on his face made Xie Chen wake up a little.
These are also hallucinations.
The body of the bride in red in front of her quickly dissipated, and then turned into a puppet with strings, and just collapsed on the spot.
Xie Chen immediately ran up to see the puppet on the ground wearing a bride's clothes, with a delicate figure but a messy face.
There were extremely obvious scratches carved on it, which looked shocking.
"Who did this thing come from?"
Xie Chen took a breath. In his opinion, these puppet masters and skin painters were the most disgusting things. He had heard a lot of them in movies and legends.
Both are inseparable from curses and dead people.
If it were in the real world, then Xie Chen could still smile and curse, "Go to hell with your feudal superstition."
But now, this is a weird and irrational world of ghost stories.
Nothing can be said for sure...
Xie Chen murmured to himself: "Is there such a disgusting thing that really hasn't appeared in this dungeon?"
Just when Xie Chen was about to look away from the puppet, he was surprised to find that the words carved on its face were rotated to form several words.
"I don't want to die."
Xie Chen paused.
This thing...could it be left by your fiancée?
Even though he had such a doubt in his mind, Xie Chen still took a deep breath and tried to keep himself calm.
A vague song followed.
Slowly wandering in Xie Chen's mind.
"It told me it loved me."
"It smiled and said, you are a burden."
"It won't leave me."
"I can't live without it."
"It jumped on me."
"It left me."
"I can't live without it."
"I love you..."
Xie Chen shuddered and his vision became a little blurry.
But it may also be because the illumination in the ancient house has decreased.
There was a faint light coming from the crack in the door of my mother-in-law's room.
The bride's puppet at Xie Chen's feet also disappeared as the singing stopped.
Xie Chen slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
The strangeness didn't happen. This might be a reminder from his wife to him.
"Who is that?
Xie Chen frowned. Although this matter was complicated, it seemed to be similar to what he thought.
Not much difference.
Xie Chen walked toward the hall, walking a little faster this time. He needed to see what had become of his "mother-in-law" now.
Just after Xie Chen stepped into the spacious main hall.
It can be seen that the candles have been extinguished long ago.
Only one or two are left hanging on.
Under such dim light, Xie Chen began to look around.
After confirming that there was nothing on the table or leather chair, he began to slowly move towards the previous clothes rack.
A bunch of unknown stuff was hung on top, completely losing the appearance of the previous doll.
Xie Chen turned his perspective to the front and was shocked.
Only half of the doll's legs were left, and the other half disappeared without a trace.
The cotton in the lower body was drained away, leaving only the shriveled body of the lower body.
On the doll's face, Xie Chen could still see cracks and openings before, but now it was completely black, and it no longer looked like what it should have looked like.
Xie Chen's heart was filled with doubts, and a strong sense of uneasiness arose.
Does this mean that this spiritual sustenance has become increasingly blurred in my wife’s thoughts?
As the wedding day gets closer and closer, the wife's situation becomes worse and worse.
Xie Chen rubbed his head and looked at the second floor of the ancient house.
It was pitch black up there.
Compared with the first floor, there is not even a candlelight.
It can be said to be extremely shabby.
But Xiechen himself didn't know what exactly was there or how many rooms there were.
After a while of searching in the cabinet in the main hall.
Xie Chen also found some cakes, candles and lamps.
These things are extremely useful to Xie Chen.
After a little trimming and filling his stomach, Xie Chen also lit the lamp in his hand.
The time passed by became faster and faster as I explored deeper and deeper.
After nightfall, it gets darker outside, and the brightness on the first floor becomes darker and darker, not to mention the visibility on the second floor.
Xie Chen took a deep breath for a while and stepped out towards the stairs.
A voice came from behind him.
"When are you going to take Li'er home?"
