Wei Yuan's consciousness fell into darkness, and then he opened his eyes again.
He looked at the relief on the top of the bed and tried hard to think of the face under the hijab, but he couldn't remember it, and there seemed to be a blank space.
He pinched the quilt, it was wet, and there must be blood on his hands. He didn't know where the kitchen knife went, and he couldn't find it after touching for a long time. However, Wei Yuan suddenly saw that there was an extra kitchen knife on the table in the relief.
"Ms. sir, you're awake."
Hearing this voice, Wei Yuan immediately got up and got out of bed, moving quickly, much faster than the previous times.
How many times before?
Wei Yuan put aside his slight doubts and immediately came to the bride. Only then did he find something embroidered on the bride's red auspicious dress, which seemed to be two mythical beasts, but it was definitely not a phoenix.
Her hands were very white and slender. Wei Yuan had been paying attention to them for a long time. Now subconsciously, Wei Yuan felt that there was still some time before he heard the next sentence, so he grabbed the bride's hand and turned it over, palm up.
Her hands were very white, soft, and slippery. The palms were bulging and felt indescribably comfortable to hold. Wei Yuan couldn't help but touch them more.
"Ms. sir, it's getting late. It's time to rest early."
This sentence comes a little early...
Wei Yuan's consciousness was covered with a thin veil. He held her hand with one hand and lifted the hijab with the other hand.
Xu Wenwu.
Wei Yuan's eyes darkened.
——
"Ms. sir, are you awake?"
The voice was still pleasant to the ears, but Wei Yuan's heart stopped. He jumped off the bed, passed the bride, and walked behind her. The moment he passed by the bride, Wei Yuan heard those words again.
"Ms. sir, it's getting late..."
This time the bride spoke very fast, so fast that it turned into a scream, but it was those words that made Wei Yuan's consciousness covered with gauze.
He circled back to the bride, first glanced at her hand, and his eyes suddenly froze: her hand was gone, and the bloody wound on the broken wrist could be faintly seen from under the cuff.
Wei Yuan opened his hijab and saw a sweet little face, but it was already distorted by pain.
Xu Yi.
Two streaks of blood suddenly flowed from her eyes!
Wei Yuan's vision went dark and he lost consciousness.
——
Wei Yuan looked at the relief quietly. Among the seven brides on the desk, one had no head, the other had no hands, only a pair of severed wrists resting on the table. The blood from the severed wrists continued to flow on the table.
Wei Yuan felt a little weak, as if he had done the same thing too many times, which was boring and boring.
"Ms. sir, are you awake?"
This was what Wei Yuan was waiting for. He got out of bed and lifted the bride's hijab!
Yun Feifei.
"Ms. sir, when..."
Wei Yuan quickly put down the hijab and opened it again.
Cui Yu?
"...Chen is not too early..."
Wei Yuan released it again and again.
Xiaoyu.
Wei Yuan put it down and then lifted it up.
Xu Waner.
"...It's time, it's time..." The bride's voice was already as fast as a scream, but it was still not as fast as Wei Yuan's movements. He lifted the hijab again.
Sun Woo???
Sun Yu opened his mouth and blew out a stream of black smoke, which hit Wei Yuan's face, making Wei Yuan's vision go dark.
Before his consciousness dissipated, Wei Yuan finally realized how terrible Uncle Master's poison was.
——
"Ms. sir..."
Wei Yuan stood up and appeared in front of the bride in an instant, then he was startled.
The bride has three pairs of arms, and six small hands hold the hijab firmly. Although each hand looks white, thin and small, Wei Yuan instinctively feels that there is no way to remove the hijab from those six hands. Pull it out.
Wei Yuan grabbed the skirt of the bride's wedding dress like lightning and tore it apart with all his strength! The bride's wedding dress was unexpectedly fragile, and all the clothes were torn into two pieces at once!
The body under the wedding dress is fair and well-proportioned, with delicate skin, but without any features. It's like a painter has just painted the base color and hasn't had time to paint the details.
I see……
Wei Yuan did not lift the hijab anymore, but walked around the bride and tried to walk behind her. However, the bride spoke at this moment: "Mr., it's getting late..."
Wei Yuan stretched out his hand, and the bride's six little hands immediately grasped the hijab tightly. But Wei Yuan did not lift it, but covered her mouth through the hijab, blocking all the words she said next.
Wei Yuan suddenly felt a pain in his chest and abdomen. When he looked down, he saw another pair of arms growing on the bride's body. The small, white hands held a kitchen knife and stabbed it into Wei Yuan's belly. There were many holes on the kitchen knife. There are also many gaps in the blood, which is exactly the handful placed on the desk.
I was careless... Wei Yuan's consciousness fell into darkness again.
——
Wei Yuan opened his eyes again.
He felt that he was a little weaker again. If this continued, sooner or later he would run out of life and die in this strange place.
It's just that Wei Yuan's consciousness is still covered with a veil, and his thinking is not very clear. He can't calculate how many times he can wake up before his life is exhausted. Is it eight hundred times or how many times?
The relief on the top of the bed is nothing new, except that there is more blood on the kitchen knife on the table. The hand of the bride holding the knife in the center is also stained with blood and is no longer white. The hand of the bride with a severed wrist is still on the table, where the broken wrist is. The blood almost covered half of the desk.
Wei Yuan counted and found that in addition to the bride holding the knife, there were five brides whose hands were intact.
"Ms. sir..." The bride, who was clutching her hijab with six hands, saw Wei Yuan suddenly appearing in front of her, and temporarily changed her words: "It's already getting late..."
Wei Yuan did not lift the hijab or tear off the wedding dress, but touched each of the six little hands.
"...It's time to rest early." As these words came out, the bride turned into two hands again, sitting quietly.
Wei Yuan lifted his hijab and took a look: Xiaoyu. Before losing consciousness, Wei Yuan was still thinking: Why did he get here? Is it his problem or mine?
——
As soon as Wei Yuan opened his eyes, he went to look at the relief on the top of the bed. Sure enough, he saw that the four brides now had no hands. The ones on the desk were all broken wrists, and the wounds were constantly bleeding.
Wei Yuan felt that there might be a surprise this time, but he didn't know whether it was his surprise or the bride's surprise.
He lay there and thought for a while before he finally came up with the words: "Ms. sir, you're awake."
Wei Yuan stepped in front of the six-handed bride, and saw that only one pair of hands was holding the hijab, and the other four arms only had broken wrists. Blood kept pouring out, dyeing the wedding dress even brighter red.
Only one pair of hands should be able to open it... No, there is another pair...
Wei Yuan did not lift the hijab immediately, but patiently waited for the bride to say her next words, touching her hands while waiting.
Finally, the bride completed the process, and Wei Yuan also lifted his hijab.
Burning Sea???
What Wei Yuan received was not a surprise, but a shock.
——
Wei Yuan opened his eyes.
On the relief, all six brides have lost their hands, and only the last bride is holding a kitchen knife. The ghosts are carrying a tray to put on the table, and the tray is full of severed hands.
"Ms. sir, you're awake."
Wei Yuan stood in front of her, neither too close nor too far away. The distance was just right for her to say the next words slowly without having to scream impatiently.
The bride with six arms holds the hijab with one hand, and the other four have broken wrists.
Now I don’t have a knife in my hand...
Wei Yuan tore open her wedding dress but couldn't find the kitchen knife. The bride stretched out her fourth pair of broken arms and stabbed Wei Yuan in vain, but failed to cause any harm, but Wei Yuan didn't find the kitchen knife either.
However, besides knives, there are many other weapons that can be used as weapons. Wei Yuan has prepared enough surprises this time, and the bride only has one pair of hands.
Wei Yuan tied the torn wedding dress into a knot, then took off his auspicious robe and tied it up in the same way, so that it was long enough. He waved hard, and the tied wedding dress was thrown out like a whip, and he shook it
The candlestick on the table was put back.
Wei Yuan casually pulled out the candle, and sure enough he saw the sharp spikes on the candlestick. But this time he did not pass over the bride, so he did not trigger the bride's scream.
Wei Yuan looked at the burning candle and felt that he had overlooked something. He suddenly put his hand into the candle!
The candle flame swelled, but it was not very hot. There was a smell in it that felt very familiar to Wei Yuan, so he stretched out his hand to fumble, and sure enough he caught something, and slowly pulled out a burning fairy sword from the candle flame.
The bride suddenly screamed: "...it's time to rest."
Wei Yuan opened his hijab, and he was indeed in for a surprise.
Listen to Mr. Haixian.
With a click, Wei Yuan's consciousness did not fall into darkness, but the room fell into darkness and then turned into countless fragments.
The surroundings of Wei Yuan had completely changed. The wedding house disappeared, leaving only a desolate and twisted land. He stood on the dilapidated ruins, behind him was a platform made of piles of soil, which looked like the bed where he woke up time and time again.
Lying in front of Wei Yuan was a humanoid body with very fair skin, no features on the whole body, and a blank face. There was a huge crack in the chest and abdomen of this body, almost dividing the body into two pieces.
Several ghosts were struggling to lift the body. When Wei Yuan looked over, they suddenly screamed in panic and fled in all directions.
Wei Yuan found a pile of white bodies not far away, all of them badly damaged.
Wei Yuan lowered his head and still held the flaming fairy sword in his hand. Although the power of the fairy sword was not very good, it seemed to be particularly powerful in this strange world. The veil covering his consciousness was being ignited by the flames on the fairy sword.
Burn out.
A slim figure suddenly appeared in the darkness in front of Wei Yuan. It was a woman wearing a black and purple dress. She stared at Wei Yuan angrily and yelled: "Scumbag!"
"Shameless!"
"goat!"
"nausea!"
Wei Yuan stood still and waited for her to finish scolding.
The woman threw all kinds of dirty words at Wei Yuan before he calmed down a little, and then said: "You passed my test, and now you are qualified to talk to me."
Wei Yuan asked doubtfully: "Isn't it because you have no way to deal with me that you have to show up to negotiate?"
The woman gritted her teeth and said, "It would be better if you didn't have that mouth."
"I think so too."
The woman's chest rose and fell sharply, and she was obviously on the verge of turning against her and making a move. However, after taking a breath, she suppressed her anger. Several ghosts brought a chair over.
The woman sat down and said: "Here in the cold world, my name is Dream Eater. You are now the soul in this world, and your body is still in the original world. Just now is the beginning of the dream I created: ghost marriage. In my game
When you lift your hijab, the bride you see is the person you most want to spend the rest of your life with. Now you understand why I scold you, right? I've dealt with a lot of human races, and I've never seen one like her.
With you like this, every bride is different, disgusting!"
Only then did Wei Yuan understand why he was scolded. After all, what he saw under the hijab was not only weird, but also terrifying.
Wei Yuan asked: "The bride you just said you saw is the person I want to spend the rest of my life with in my heart?"
"certainly."
Wei Yuan said seriously: "I think you are bragging."
Shi Meng almost jumped up and even knocked over his chair. He gritted his teeth and said: "I, Lord Shi Meng, are afraid of me as many powerful ghost witches as tigers. They beg the ancestral witch to protect me and not to run into me. I will be like you."
A little human Daoji who hasn’t grown up yet is bragging?!”
Wei Yuan said seriously: "I think you can."
Shi Meng almost wanted to take action again, but after thinking about it, she endured it. It was obviously very hard to endure it. She gritted her teeth and said: "I won't talk to you! Now I want to talk about business, you'd better listen carefully! You
Do you want to take revenge on the ghost witch who caught you here?"
Wei Yuan shook his head.
Chapter completed!