Weird Tales of Rules: Harmonious Campus

He looked around again, hoping to get out of this nightmare-like situation.

But there was no trace of anyone in this room except him and the old woman.

He couldn't figure out why he was here and suddenly became this bride

The old woman meticulously smoothed every part of his face as much as possible, as if she were completing a work of art.

She was still muttering to herself.

One comb combs to the end, the boudoir to the mirror rouge snow; the second comb combs to the tail, the mandarin ducks fly on the Queqiao viaduct; the third comb combs to the tail, the husband and wife hold the white head about.

If it is for a living person, this is naturally a very good wish, but he is obviously a dead man now, so such a so-called good wish will only sound weird.

Why, why the hell is he here, and what is he going to do to get out of here with this weird bride?

For him, he can only have this third perspective, and he can't even die.

His heart gradually began to despair, he would not be buried alive under the grave with the completion of this bridal ceremony.

Rather than experiencing lonely years underground for so long, he would rather die right now.

But for him, the ordeal has only just begun.

When he finally finished dressing up, his face was covered with an extremely heavy layer of cream, which looked like it had been pasted with white flour.

It doesn't look like a bride, it's like a funny clown.

Just after the old woman clapped her hands, and the sentence was over.

A few handmaidens dressed as handmaidens pushed the door in and helped him up like that.

Where is this going?

Qin Zheyan's heart swelled with extremely strong fear, did he want to worship as a bride and another ghost?

The men supported him, and his feet didn't even touch the ground, only his toes, and he was dragged forward

The shoes on his feet are still embroidered with pearls, it seems that this time the secret marriage is held by a rich and noble family, otherwise it would not be so laborious.

In this way, he was dragged all the way to the main hall.

Sitting below were strange friends and relatives, their eyes glazed over, as if unconscious.

And standing beside him was the equally soft bridegroom, whose rot was more shocking than the others, even to the point that it could not be covered with the anointment as thick as white flour.

The men pushed him and the rotting groom together, and he subconsciously resisted, but he could only watch as the decomposing bodies of the two were brought together.

With the support of others, like a marionette, one worships heaven and earth, and the other worships the high hall.

Finally, they wanted to worship each other.

For such behavior, Qin Zheyan resisted in his heart, how could he marry a ghost, and it was also a male ghost.

But his protest went unnoticed.

He watched as he and the rotten groom bowed head to head, and then watched the ritual that had been prepared long ago burn into ashes in the dragon and phoenix candle.

Even if he is no longer familiar with the secret marriage, he knows that the ceremony has been completed, and there is no way to change it.

A thought suddenly popped up in his heart, if what he saw now was that his body was going to marry such a person, what would he feel in his heart?

It must be painful.

How painful it is to see yourself become such an ugly look, and to marry an even uglier person, and to be locked together for the rest of your life.

He seemed to understand a little bit why these people were struggling so much, and why they had such a strong resentment and wanted to change all this.

If death is not the end of suffering, but the beginning of another kind of suffering, then everyone will become crazy and persistent.

He thought of Zhang Xin, who had been obsessed with dancing for so many years, and was a girl who loved beauty more than anyone else, how could she endure the decay of her body and bind her life to another person for the rest of her life.

At this moment of his thoughts, his hand and the groom were actually tied together, and it was a red ribbon with some runes on it.

Even if he didn't understand it, he understood that this was to completely tie him and the groom together, so that they could not be separated from each other for the rest of their lives.

In order to achieve their so-called fairy beauty.

Soon a huge coffin of golden silk nanmu was carried up, the outside was painted with burgundy lacquer, and a big happy word was written, which looked very different.

Then the two of them were carried by a lot of people and stuffed into the coffin.

No, he didn't want to go in, he struggled desperately, but his body didn't move at all.

Also, he is dead, how can a dead man move?

But he was not reconciled.

He was unwilling to be tied to another person like this.

The light in front of him was fading little by little, and it was they who were closing the coffin, and his heart was not only filled with fear, but also with anger.

Why?

Is he going to be a puppet manipulated by somebody else just because he's dead? No, he's going to break it all, he's going to break this damn coffin, he's going to break the damn tombstone, he's going to break these damn manipulators.

But there was nothing he could do, he couldn't even move.

He felt his body tremble slightly, and someone had lifted the coffin.

They were being transported into the overgrown cemetery.

The

ribbon on his wrist emitted a burning heat, and he tried to dodge, but to no avail, he could only endure the bone-eating sensation.

Soon they stopped.

I guess I've arrived at the graveyard.

With almost no hesitation, they were lifted down again, and then there was a violent jolt.

Not surprisingly, they must have been left in a pre-dug hole.

Sure enough, there was the sound of shoveling earth outside, and the sound of dirt falling onto the coffin, and they had already begun to be buried.

How long will it take?

He couldn't help but think differently, if there were many of them, at most half an hour, he would be completely buried here, and there should be no trace of his own existence in this world from now on.

But he's not a bride, he's Qin Zheyan.

Why is he here, and why is he a bride?

He looked at the groom, and why did the groom seem unconscious, didn't he feel unwilling like him?

Is he really willing to bind his life to another person he doesn't know?

If not, then why didn't he react?

Qin Zheyan thought about it, maybe he was the only one who gave birth to consciousness, and this groom was just a corpse in the traditional sense.