Fairyland, big problem

A guilty sinner swallows a thousand needles...

It was obviously a good ballad about the auspicious period of love and moon, but the atmosphere took a sharp turn for the worse in the last half, which made Wen Jiu's heart tremble.

"Don't be rude to Mr. Wen."

The cold and elegant female voice floats over, like herbal tea in the throat in hot summer, refreshing and pleasant.

However, Wen Jiu stood in front of the door of the 4-star 'cause point' and watched the evil children singing with flower baskets. It was already chilly, so there was no need to cool down.

Looking at the figure approaching again, Wen Jiu just wanted to go home.

White dresses fluttered with the wind, and young women carrying paper lanterns came in a line from the direction of the ancient town.

Every few steps, a pair of women stopped and stood on the left and right sides of the road, like the lantern maids in the ancient tomb.

After the members of the team stood still one by one, from the entrance of the ancient town on the top of the slope to the bottom of the slope, twelve maids held white paper lanterns to light the way forward.

"Mr. Wen, Miss is talking about you every day."

The white-clothed maid at the head of the team walked very close, her pair of Lang Lang's bright eyes were shining brightly, and her beautiful facial features were extremely prominent on her fair complexion.

If beauty is like jade, the maid in front of her must be a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, and was carved by a famous craftsman, but the coldness and silence linger.

Wen Jiu didn't dare to neglect, "I was busy with tasks a few days ago, I remembered it today, so I hurried here, ignoring the dead of night, it was a little rude."

"Mr. Wen was joking, you know the situation of our monsters, so why bother you?"

Another maidservant with a lantern who walked up to her smiled. She was also a beauty with excellent facial features, her almond eyes were full of vitality, like a spring flower facing her face.

It is completely unexpected that the description related to vitality can be used on evil things. Although there is only spring in the eyes, the complexion and overall temperament are still cold, but it is strange enough.

"If you want to talk about being rude, it's us who were rude first." The maid with the lamp said politely, "I'm busy chatting with the young master, and I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Yuan Yue."

Another maid named Xingyue.

January is January, or the first month;

And the apricot moon corresponds to February.

Wen Jiu's gaze went up the old stone steps again,

There are a total of twelve maids with lanterns, corresponding to December.

Noticing the change in Wen Jiu's expression, Yuan Yue smiled slightly, "Young Master guessed correctly, we are Miss's personal maids, named Twelve Hong Ling."

Xingyue interjected, "If the young master marries the young lady, we, the twelve red silks, will all marry him."

Hearing this, Wen Jiu couldn't help but recoil, "Then I may not be able to bear it."

The so-called twelve red silk has its auspicious meaning.

Twelve red ribbons connecting the whole year imply that the month and month are good days and that every year is blessed.

The problem is that the maids with lanterns are all dressed in plain white, with white satin ornaments hanging from their left wrists.

Can it be called Twelve Red Silk... This is called Twelve White Silk.

And Bai Ling has nothing to do with giving death.

"My lord, it's windy and dewy outside, please follow us into the house, the young lady is waiting."

"Uh...um."

Wen Jiu bit the bullet and stepped up the steps.

I feel chilly in my heart, but luckily the other party didn't intend to do any harm.

As an evil thing, it is quite a shame to line up as a guest to welcome a human dark-suppressor into the 'cause point'.

Otherwise, given the strength gap between the two sides, they would be able to capture Wen Jiu alive.

I have to feel that there is no need to walk around the hometown of the red wedding dress. Just standing outside the door, Wen Jiu's concept changed to Heichenplague Village, which is not a scary place at all.

Walking through Banpo, the terrain slows down. There is a simple archway at the entrance of the Banshan platform, and the place name is engraved on the horizontal plaque vigorously and powerfully:

Linglong Town.

"Is this the first time you come to our ancient town, young master?"

"Yes, very chic..."

Wen Jiu didn't know how to describe it.

Standing at the entrance of the town and looking in, the architectural style tends to be an old-style town in the Jiangnan water town.

White walls and eaves, small bridges and flowing water, the night wind blows the flags and banners of wine shops, and the black-covered boats sway and rise on the river.

Just looking at the scenery makes people feel that time is slow. I want to live here and meet the lilac girl under the oil-paper umbrella.

Of course, if the lighting tool is not a white paper lantern...

Not only the white paper lanterns, but also the whole town has traces of celebrations.

For example, the hydrangea hanging on the stone lanterns along the street, the Chinese character "囍" and window grilles posted on the door panels of every house.

It should be a beautiful thing for a family to celebrate and the whole town to celebrate.

But those hydrangea happy charms have gone through an unknown number of years, and the red color has faded, and they are generally pale.

Wen Jiu walked on the main road paved with bluestone slabs, with Yuan Yue and Xing Yue leading the way ahead.

On both sides are Taoyue and Huaiyue, corresponding to March and April.

Afterwards, the eight maids until the end of the line represented the winter moon and the twelfth lunar month at the end of the year. Their footsteps landed silently, quietly protecting the lady's sweetheart.

To be honest, Wen Jiu was made a little numb. No matter how these maids restrained the evil-type psionic energy, they could still feel the strength far surpassing that of the black nail when they were close.

The twelve evil spirits... feel like they have the breath level of a bone knight.

Wen Jiu has adapted from the initial chill to numbness.

It's numb.

Walking along the main road to the end of Linglong Ancient Town, the terrain climbs up again, above is a huge mansion, and the red lacquer... black lacquer gate is withdrawn.

"Young Master Wen."

"Um?"

Yuan Yue, who was walking in the front, turned her head, her squinted side face could make people stunned.

"The son has not married the young lady yet, so you can't call him by name directly."

"Call? When will I..."

After a moment of astonishment, Wen Jiu realized that outside Linglong Ancient Town, in order to attract the attention of evil things, he called "Miss Hongdou".

"Your lady's name is..."

"Yes, Miss An, Hongdou."

Stepping over the dark threshold, the double-happiness window grilles with white thorns on the door panel are in sharp contrast with the black background. After a long time, it seems to penetrate into people's hearts as if they want to come alive.

"Then I... will be Miss An."

"No problem." Yuan Yue smiled cheerfully, "Anyway, Miss doesn't talk to you, it's probably a coincidence."

Every time the red wedding dress sees Wen Jiu, it will wrap the little fingers of both parties with red thread, and its emotions and thoughts are directly conveyed.

"May I ask, why doesn't Miss An speak?"

"An unmarried girl talks to a man outside the family, and she loses her innocence."

After Yuanyue explained, Xingyue immediately praised her, her young lady understands righteousness and etiquette, she lives in the backyard to study and embroider, and she never walks out of the door.

For the series of compliments, Wen Jiu just twitched the corners of his mouth, not saying yes or no.

"Young Master Wen, we're here."

In the backyard of the big mansion, the attic where the master lives is lit with warm light.

It is no longer the pale lighting color outside, but orange candlelight.

"Mr. Wen, go in."

The rest of the maids behind stepped into the court, and the petite maid boldly grinned and pressed against Wen Jiu's back, pushing and shoving with her small hands.

"The twelfth lunar month! Don't be rude."

Being scolded by Yuan Yue, the small La Yue sticks out her tongue, her eyes are icy blue, and she keeps pushing her mouth to tell Wen Jiu to hurry up, for fear that Miss will lose time with her lover.

That playful vigor is endearing, but considering the nature of the twelfth lunar month, no one would dare to go up and tease her.

"May I ask one more question."

Wen Jiu pointed to the attic, "This should be the owner's residence, does Miss An live with her family?"

"Miss it, no family..."