Escape game: NPC is crazy about me

Yang Xianluo felt a burning sensation in her hands. It turned out that the Chaodu Sutra was burning. She was so frightened that she threw the sutra in her hand on the ground.

Looking at the Book of Transcendence that had turned into ashes on the ground, Yang Xianluo's breath froze. This time he was really in trouble.

Suddenly, she felt dizzy before her eyes. When she came back to her senses, the scene around her had changed again.

Her eyes were filled with scarlet red, and there was lively joy in her ears. She lifted up the red hijab that blocked her sight, and found that she was sitting in a sedan chair, wearing a blood-red wedding dress.

If it weren't for the smell of blood on the wedding dress, she would have suspected that the color of the wedding dress was dyed with blood.

She opened the curtains of the sedan, and a little girl said in a panic, "Girl, how can you lift the hijab? Hurry up and cover it up, it's unlucky."

When she saw the little girl's face clearly, Yang Xianluo couldn't help but swallow her saliva, and felt a chill in her back. This little girl looked exactly like Shu Xiaomei.

I poked my head out and took a look at the people carrying the sedan chair around me. Everyone was an acquaintance.

Those people turned their heads one after another, looked at her directly with their eyes, and said gloomily, "Miss Yang, cover your hijab. Only the groom can remove the bride's hijab."

Just when Yang Xianluo was hesitating whether to take action against these players who had shared life and death, he suddenly found that he could not summon the diamond hammer. He could not even use the skills of Rampage Lolita and King Kong Indestructible Body, and his physical strength had degraded to its original state.

It looks like he can't even use his healing power.

Oops, it's over, she's really dead this time.

In the unkind eyes of these dead players, Yang Xianluo smiled timidly, then put the red hijab on his head and sat upright in the sedan chair, looking very well-behaved.

"Xiao Guo'er, Xiao Guo'er, are you there?" Yang Xianluo shouted in panic.

"Host." Xiao Guo'er reluctantly opened her eyes and asked, "What's the matter?"

"All my skills have disappeared, what's going on?" Yang Xianluo asked in a panic.

"I don't know either." Xiao Guo'er slowly closed her eyes and said in a daze, "Host, I'm so tired now. You just have to stay for a while. When I wake up, I'll think of a solution for you."

After speaking, there was no sound.

"Xiao Guo'er, Xiao Guo'er." Yang Xianluo shouted several times but no one responded, so he had no choice but to give up.

She took a deep breath to calm down her panic.

The plug-in is gone, and now you have to rely on yourself. You can only take one step at a time.

I hope everything goes well for Wan Bochong. Now I can only rely on him. At least he still has a demon-killing sword to protect his body.

The sedan chair was rocking and bumping all the way. Yang Xianluo sat in it and fell asleep unconsciously.

When they arrived at the destination, Shu Xiaomei shouted in front of the sedan, "Miss Yang, Wanfu has arrived, it's time to get out of the sedan."

After shouting for a long time, no one in the sedan answered. Shu Xiaomei's face changed slightly. She suddenly opened the sedan curtain and saw Yang Xianluo, who was sleeping soundly. She couldn't help but have black lines all over her face.

For a moment, I didn't know whether to be angry or laugh. This woman was really big-hearted, and she actually fell asleep in this situation.

She suddenly became jealous, stretched out her foot and kicked the sleeping woman in the sedan, and shouted impatiently, "Hey, wake up."

Yang Xianluo woke up from his dream immediately, stretched out his hand to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and asked in a daze, "What's wrong?"

"Miss Yang." Shu Xiaomei immediately put on a gentle face and said, "It's time to get off the sedan chair."

"Oh, we're here so soon!" Yang Xianluo quickly covered his red hijab and was about to get up gracefully and walk out of the sedan.

As soon as I stood up, I found that my legs were extremely painful.

She lowered her head and glanced at her legs, and suddenly found a footprint on her wedding dress. She suddenly raised her red hijab, widened her eyes and asked, "Where did the footprints come from on the wedding dress? Who was there just now?"

Kick me?"

"I kicked it." The gentle look on Shu Xiaomei's face disappeared without a trace, and she looked at her gloomily and said.

"Oh!" Yang Xianluo shrank his head and said, "It's a good kick. It's my honor to let you kick me. If you like it, you can kick me at any time."

"I have no interest in kicking Miss Yang for the moment. Please put the red hijab on Miss Yang quickly. It's time to get off the sedan." Shu Xiaomei said unkindly.

"Okay, I'll cover the hijab right now." Yang Xianluo smiled flatteringly at Miss Shu, then covered the red hijab again, and came out of the sedan with very neat hands and feet.

Her little face hidden under the red hijab was almost wrinkled. It seemed that the people around her who looked like the dead players really only looked alike. Apart from their appearance, there was nothing else.

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Accompanied by the lively joy, Yang Xianluo, wearing a red hijab and led by Shu Xiaomei, came to the wedding hall.

Congratulations were heard endlessly, creating a festive and peaceful scene.

If she hadn't been the bride and the people standing around her were dead people, Yang Xianluo might have thought this was an ordinary wedding banquet.

"The groom has arrived!" the servant standing next to the wedding hall shouted loudly.

"The groom is here, he is really a talented person!" Everyone praised him one after another.

"I heard that the bride is also a rare beauty. She and the groom are a match made in heaven!"

"This is truly a rare marriage, a match made in heaven."

Hearing everyone's discussion, Yang Xianluo couldn't help but feel itchy. She was really curious about who the man she was marrying was.

If Wan Bochong knew that she was married to another man, he would definitely be angry and steal the marriage!

"The auspicious time has come, and we can go to the church to get married." the master of ceremonies said loudly.

"Worship heaven and earth."

Yang Xianluo is a person who is very aware of current affairs. At this moment, he knows that he has no ability and there is no way to escape from this ghost place, so he is very cooperative.

She did whatever these people asked her to do, never resisted, and was extremely obedient.

When asked to worship, she worshiped without saying a word, no hesitation, and bowed her head happily.

The moment he raised his head again, Yang Xianluo's heart skipped a beat.

If she saw it correctly, the person worshiping her was actually a rooster, not even a human.

A chill spread from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, and cold sweat broke out all over her back.

She now has a conjecture, a terrible conjecture, that the person she married may not be a living person.

This wedding is not a normal wedding, it may be a ghost marriage.

A dead person among a group of dead people, what could that be? The King of Ghosts?

No matter how frightened she was, she finished worshiping him calmly.

"The ceremony is completed and sent to the bridal chamber!" the master of ceremonies shouted loudly.