"Oooh, daddy, mommy, help me!"
In a dilapidated mountain village, a girl about 15 or 6 years old was dragged forward by several strong men, crying and struggling feebly.
"flower!"
The girl cried miserably, but the middle-aged couple whom she called father and mother were unable to do anything.
The man resisted vigorously and tried to rush to rescue his daughter, but his head was beaten to a bloody head and he looked defeated and desperate.
The woman desperately broke free from the restraints, rushed forward to stop the lame old man at the front of the team, and kowtowed to the ground: "Village chief, please let the flowers go, please!"
Her forehead was hit by a stone on the ground, and blood mixed with mud stained her face, but she did not dare to stop: "Hua'er is the only girl in our family. I have already lost Aring, and I really can't lose it again." Hua'er, please, village chief...I, I am willing to do it, I am willing to do it!"
The lame old man hunched over and stared at the woman with eyes as muddy as dust. He said nothing, but one of the villagers behind him spoke:
"Hmph! What are you going to do when the ghost king marries a wife? All those brides in the village got married, and something went wrong in your house! Now the ghosts are crying in the dark wind in the mountains. The ghost king must be angry. If he doesn't give away the real bride, Go, the whole village will have to be buried with that fool of yours!"
As he said that, the man stepped forward and kicked the woman who was blocking the way away. However, as soon as he lifted his legs, he felt a pain in his body. He fell to the ground and kept screaming: "Ah! Ouch, ouch!"
Those who fell to the ground with him were the strong men holding the girl hostage. The group seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit, lying on the ground rolling over and over, twitching and wailing.
In the forest not far away, Han Yuan lowered his head and stared seriously at Xiao Ling's hand that had just thrown the stone, and raised his eyebrows in surprise. He didn't expect that his "little lady" was so slender and weak, and had such abilities. As expected of him~
Without the restraint, the girl quickly got up from the ground, pulling on the red cloth on her body, crying and hiding next to her parents, her thin body still trembling.
"The King of Ghosts, calm down! The King of Ghosts, calm down..."
The village chief and the villagers who were sending off the bride knelt on the ground, chanting and kowtowing to the mountain forest. However, Xiao Ling's attention was focused on the middle-aged couple and the girl.
Seeing that the three members of the family were injured but not in any serious condition, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then used his arm to hit the real Ghost King next to him who was smiling for some reason: "Brother Han."
"Yeah~" Han Yuan responded in a good mood, very satisfied with Xiao Ling's situation of asking him for help when something happened, even though it was because he had already driven away the light bulbs.
The Ghost King waved his hand, and a cold wind whistled through the mountains, and seven red figures suddenly appeared at the end of the village. At the same time, a gloomy, hoarse, chilling and creepy voice sounded in everyone's ears:
"Fate resolves grievances, the bride is returned, and everyone inherits the cause and effect."
Seeing that everyone in those mountain villages looked pale, as if three souls had scared away seven souls, Xiao Ling glanced at Han Yuan speechlessly: "..."
You just asked him to return a corpse, why would you add these dramas to yourself, you childish devil.
However, these people were not innocent. They were all accomplices in killing those girls.
Among the seven corpses at the head of the village, six of them were wearing blood-red wedding dresses. They were all young girls in their teens. Their faces were pale and lifeless, and they looked as if they were asleep, but they were all empty and soulless. shell.
The remaining one was a man, also dressed in red, but with white cloth stained with blood and a terrifying face. He was the body of the mountain ghost scholar.
They found these corpses from under the Marriage Tree. Fortunately, the Marriage Tree was a spiritual creature. Not only was it not infected by the death energy, it also kept their bodies from rotting.
However, the souls have been dispersed and cannot even enter reincarnation. Sending these empty shells back is just to satisfy the thoughts of their relatives.
"Fate... resentment... cause and effect... Ah Yuan, Ah Yuan..."
After seeing the corpses clearly, two lines of tears of blood shed from the village chief's cloudy eyes. His expression seemed to be both sorrow and relief, but his face became increasingly gray.
He was clearly in his prime, but he looked more like an old man who had already been buried.
His daughter was murdered without any bones left, and he also murdered many young girls.
Now it's all finally over, and it's time for him to pay the retribution he deserves...
The villagers who had just been hiding in their homes to take a peek, but did not dare to come forward, now also flocked to the village. The families of the "bride" were all crying with heartbroken tears.
"Aling, Aling..."
Mrs. Xiao's face was covered with blood. She picked up the male corpse and carefully identified it. She was sure that it was not Xiao Ling.
Xiao Ling couldn't bear it and raised his feet to step forward, but Han Yuan held him back.
"Isn't Aling soft-hearted? This couple was not soft-hearted when they sent you to the mouth of the devil, and now they are pretending to be here again."
"..." Xiao Ling sighed and shook his head helplessly.
This couple was able to take the stupid original owner home and raise him, and they were also kind-hearted people.
Moreover, they actually loved the original owner, but one was their own flesh and blood, and the other was a stupid adopted son. This choice was not incomprehensible.
That's all, after this disaster is over, it can be regarded as repaying the kindness.
This world is dangerous and weird. He doesn't know how long he can "survive", so he'd better not come into contact with them.
Thinking like this, Xiao Ling stopped looking, turned around and left with Han Yuan: "They are not what you said, otherwise, they would not petition you, right?"
Han Yuan raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.
"But... the reward for this petition will not be just two sugar cakes, right? The noble ghosts and gods are too valuable..."
Xiao Ling turned to stare at Han Yuan with a smile on his face, his words were both teasing and testing.
I always feel that Han Yuan and Zhuo Feng's attitude toward the petition is strange, but they can't explain it.
"...Of course it's not just two sugar cakes." A charming and handsome face suddenly came to him: "Isn't this a 'little wife'~?"
"..." Nothing formal.
"Who is your little wife? I didn't have a secret relationship with you..." Xiao Ling's face turned red and she pushed the pervert away, "By the way, the solution to the Yin Yuan Knot is the knot. Secret kiss? It won’t cause any harm to both parties, right? "
Han Yuan said before that the fate of the Yin marriage would be solved, and then he asked Yu Zhu and Zhuo Feng to take Bai Qingyin and Gu Qingchen back to Guigu.
Thinking of Han Yuan's attitude towards the Xuanmen people, Xiao Ling couldn't help but feel a little worried.
However, could the next plot point be the "ghost valley ghost marriage" between the male and female protagonists? Isn't the story progressing too fast like this?
"Aling really cares about those two Xuanmen people..."
