I Have Died Long Ago, Poor Because No One Burns Paper?

"what happened?"

In the weird wedding hall, Huang Ye and others froze on the spot.

After waiting for a long time, no bride came down from the big red sedan chair.

What's even more strange is that the Xitang became extremely quiet.

The villagers and the matchmaker all stood in place and moved.

Even Yang Shou closed his eyes, like a sculpture, standing still.

"Something's not right here."

Everyone felt trembling, and subconsciously wanted to escape from here.

But the big red flower bridge is at the door.

They dare not approach.

I was afraid that just as they walked over, a pair of ghost hands would reach out and grab them into the sedan chair.

Just when they hesitated what to do.

Plop.

On a certain seat, a villager's head fell off and rolled on the ground.

This is just the beginning.

Soon, the second, the third, the fourth......

In an instant, the heads of all the villagers, like overripe fruits, rolled down from their necks.

Matchmakers are no exception.

It's just that after her head fell off, her body quickly collapsed "070", turning into a strange paper figurine that lost its head.

Huang Ye and the others were terrified and looked at Yang Shou.

They don't know what's going on.

But it can be vaguely seen that as long as one falls into a static state in Yaoxitang, one will lose one's head under some inexplicable rules.

And Yang Shou is also in a static state!

"His head is going to fall off!"

Facing the strange changes in front of him, Huang Ye felt chills in his heart, and felt pity at the same time.

He was actually very curious about Yang Shou.

I also thought about the opportunity to investigate Yang Shou's origin.

But right now.

Yang Shou is probably going to die here.

right under their gaze.

Yang Shou's neck shook a few times, but he suddenly opened his eyes.

Say two words:

"world!"

An invisible force swept away.

Everything around has fallen into a true static state.

"It actually has the ability to modify memory, maybe even the past?"

Yang Shou looked around Xitang with a solemn face.

After seeing the faint white mist and Huang Ye's people, he knew he had returned to reality.

He removed the heads of the villagers at the marriage ceremony.

It appears to be true in reality as well.

However, the wedding dress that was still on her back just now has disappeared.

"Where did it go?"

Recalling the previous experience, Yang Shou felt jealous.

The wedding dress is far more terrifying than ordinary evil.

To some extent, it has reached the boundary of the district god.

Even he almost fell into the false past he created.

Yang Shou had a premonition.

If he didn't notice anything.

Or really marry Huang Ying, that is, the wedding dress.

He will lose all his past, all his abilities.

Be an ordinary person who grew up in a village.

But the wedding clothes can get all these and become even stronger.

"Fortunately, there are too many secrets in me, and I don't even know it myself."

"Twenty years have not been able to replace my past.

"On the contrary, it made me feel more strange."

"More importantly, you shouldn't choose to marry me."

"It disturbed the existence that you shouldn't have disturbed."

The couple rings on the fingers exude a slight chill.

Yang Shou felt very kind.

There is no wrong word.

The stunningly beautiful woman who appeared at the three-prayer ceremony.

The one who left him the ring.

Somehow, Huang Ying was squeezed out and became the bride.

"Is she my ex-lover?"

Recalling the woman's face, Yang Shou smiled.

Benefit from the ability of the wedding dress.

For the first time he saw that one clearly.

It's a pity that that person seemed to be in some kind of restricted state, only appeared in a flash, and soon disappeared again.

"Um?"

"Got you!"

In today's world, the scope covered is extremely huge.

The small half of the village is almost in a state of stillness.

With everything at a standstill.

In the attic behind Xitang, there is a strange force against the oppression of the world.

Without hesitation, Yang Shou pinched the Infernal Talisman and appeared in the attic.

Here is also a room covered in red and colorful.

The red bedding on the bed sprinkles the thousands of miles of premature men.

It seems that it should be the bridal chamber.

A woman in a red hijab was sitting by the bed, as if waiting for her husband to appear.

This should have been a very sweet scene.

It's just that, now she exudes an extremely resentful breath, moving her body with difficulty.

Extremely slow.

For her, one second has almost the same scale as an hour.

"It can actually move."

Yang Shou nodded, not daring to be negligent.

With a flip of the wrist, five cursed killing talismans appeared in the palm of the hand.

All played at the same time.

He still felt uneasy.

Tianlong roared and rushed out, his pupils were on the body of the wedding dress.

With a loud bang, the entire attic was shattered.

The golden flame ignited on Wei Yigui's body.

The red hijab instantly turned to ashes.

Sure enough, Huang Ying's face was revealed.

It's just that at this time, her eyes were protruding, her face was ashen, and a reddish-brown strangle mark appeared on her neck.

She was hanged.

Under the influence of the curse-killing talisman.

She goes through the death process again, and will be wiped out by despair and pain.

"Are you going to die?"

Yang Shou murmured.

Six seconds passed.

Time resumes turning.

"ah!"

The screams echoed in the deserted village.

Huang Ying looked pained, trying to suppress the flames on her body.

But the tighter and tighter strangle marks on her neck made it impossible for her to resist...

In the end, even howling couldn't be done.

She in a red wedding dress turned into ashes.

"wrong!"

Yang Shou's eyes fixed, but he became more alert.

He didn't sense the cold source of fierceness after the death of fierceness.

In other words, Huang Ying is not dead yet.

"Her ability is related to modifying the past."

"Could it be..."

Yang Shou's complexion changed, and he saw the white smoke covering the deserted village surging rapidly.

Under the influence of strange forces.

The attic that had been turned into ruins stood up again.

The memory blurred for a while.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Shou stood in the red bridal chamber again.

He already smelled of alcohol.

The memory in his head told him.

He has just seen off the guests and has just stepped into the bride's room.

Sitting beside the bed, a woman in a red wedding dress lifted her hijab, revealing that delicate and familiar face.

"Yang big brother, we are finally married."

"Are you here to enter the bridal chamber?"

"I... I'm ready.

As she spoke, Huang Ying showed a shy expression and lowered her head.

She is not very beautiful.

But in such a situation, in such a tone.

Any man would be thrilled.

Yang Shou showed a fascinated look, and rushed forward.

Resentment flashed in her eyes, Huang Ying quietly grabbed Yang Shou's heart.

But just at the moment of success.

Her body froze, unable to move at all.

And its own power is in a blocked state, completely unusable.

"Once is enough."

"Again?"

clap clap.

Yang Shou hiccupped, and directly slapped three Suppressing Evil Talismans on Huang Ying's body.

Suppresses weirdness and bans abilities.

"Can you survive this time?"

"Daweitian 2.4 Dragon."

"World Honored One Ksitigarbha.

"Prajna Buddhas."

"Prajnapa Makong!"

He recited the Da Luo Dharma mantra in one breath.

The golden Tianlong burst out with all its might.

Not only did Huang Ying's body burn.

It also drilled into the white smoke of the deserted village, dispelling the strange smoke.

The sacred and domineering aura even penetrated the boundary between the dungeon and reality.

"what is that?"

The Jinghai Conspiracy Investigation Bureau and its party are crossing the mountains and forests.

But at this time.

The weirdness in everyone's body conveys the meaning of fear.

Even the butcher's butcher's knife trembled slightly, as if startled by the distant breath.

"Scary, powerful, and an eerie buster."

Holding the butcher's knife, the butcher appeases the strange force, his eyes are rarely serious.

His knife was handed down from his ancestors.

How many years and how many livestock have been killed, no one can say clearly.

But the murderous aura contained in it, even if it is fierce, will change color.

But now, actually being suppressed by that force in the distance?