It was a silent, eerie wedding, and a dignified, pious funeral.

A red sedan chair is carried by four men dressed in black and wearing grimace masks, silently walking along the winding mountain road.

The wild grass growing wildly on the side of the road was more than a man tall, blocking the men's bodies, and only the scarlet sedan chair floated slowly forward in the grass alone.

The sky was a little hazy, and the fine and dense rain stained the men's masks, and the grimaces were glowing with water, which was even more hideous and indifferent.

The red curtain on the sedan chair was also stained with dampness, and its head hung down, and it could not be shaken even by the occasional mountain breeze.

The man walking in front of the sedan chair wears a tiger head mask, with a white background and a few black lines, which outlines the majestic outline of the white tiger.

The clothes on his body are also the same black lines on a white background, and the black lines are curled and spread into strange patterns, like evil charms.

The man looked up at the sky, spoke in a thick dialect, and urged everyone to speed up their pace, not to miss the time of the wedding.

The sedan chair bumped slightly.

Cheng Weixi, who was sitting in the sedan chair, was dressed in a bright red bridal dress, the red hijab of the dragon and phoenix covered his face, and the whole person was submerged in the overwhelming red, only the hands tightly bound by the rope were exposed, blooming with a touch of ivory white.

The hands were slender and slender, but there were many thick calluses on the backs of the hands, which looked out of place.

The smell of drugs lingers around the mouth and nose. Cheng Weixi was a little dizzy, and his head was like a mess.

She didn't know where she was or where she was going to be swayed. The only thing that is clear is that she is plotted.

Enemies? Those people are not qualified, they are nothing more than some of their subordinates who have been defeated.

In the underground boxing arena where she grew up, there were all kinds of fighters, all of whom were defeated by her men.

It's not that she's invincible, it's that everyone else's defeated men were killed on the spot in a death boxing match.

She is the only one who is fast, ruthless, and defeats the enemy in a few moves, so that the opponent is seriously injured and unable to resist, but she never takes people's lives.

Instead of being grateful, these losers see it as humiliating. Seeking revenge in private, the lessons of ganging up followed.

Now it's good, I can't beat her, so I start playing tricks.

Cheng Weixi lowered his eyes and looked at his wedding dress, and only then did he listen to the unrecognizable dialect outside the sedan chair, and guessed that he was going to sell her to a remote mountainous area to be a daughter-in-law of the old bachelor?

Which strange loser came up with a way to take revenge? With her skills, she can defeat ten peasant men. Escaping is a very easy thing to do.

With such a lot of effort, could it be just to make her pay a little more for the return journey?

Outside the sedan chair is very quiet at the moment, only the sound of regular footsteps and the sound of dirt and gravel rolling down the road, which seems to be a gravel dirt road that is not easy to walk. His body leaned back slightly, which indicated that the sedan chair was going up.

Cheng Weixi moved his hands and feet, and found that his arms and legs were tied and tight.

Look at the knots that bind your hands through the gap in the hijab, and the knots are easy to tie and it is not difficult to untie them. It's just that the rope was tied with nearly ten dead knots, and her hands were tied in front of her abdomen by the rope, and she couldn't move, which greatly increased the difficulty of escaping.

She leaned quietly on the sedan chair, adjusting the position of her fingers little by little, and slowly inserted her thumb into the knot, trying to loosen the lock......

This is a delicate job, although it is a little difficult, but her mood is very relaxed, and she is still untying the ropes, and she tastes the wedding dress on her body.

The style is simple, the fabrics and patterns are very exquisite, and the embroidery skills are exquisite. It seems that the old bachelor still attaches great importance to himself as a bride, at least this outfit is very sincere.

It's a pity, I'm sorry, I want to let the old bachelor's hopes be disappointed, I don't know how much the bachelor spent on buying a bride. I hope he can withstand the blow of both people and money.

In a moment of thought, four knots had been opened, and when he was about to untie the next knot, a dull thunder rumbled above the sedan chair from a distance, and stopped abruptly.

The sedan chair stopped suddenly, and a thick hand lifted the sedan curtain. Cheng Weixi hurriedly hid the half-untied rope under the hijab.

The owner of that hand said in Mandarin respectfully: "Please get off the sedan chair for the bride."

Cheng Weixi didn't move. Her legs are tied, how can she get out of the sedan chair?

Just as she was thinking, someone grabbed her arm left and right and lifted her out of the sedan chair.

The mountain wind mixed with the damp smell of the earth swept away the suffocation in the sedan chair, but Cheng Weixi found that there was an even stronger wind, slamming from the bottom to the top not far in front of her, puffing her skirt into a red cloak, and the red hijab was also blown into the air, lining the gloomy gray-blue sky, like a drop of cinnabar disappearing in the dark ink.

Only then did Cheng Weixi see that he was standing on the edge of the cliff, and the steep cliff was only one step away from him.

The fierce mountain wind whistled from under the cliffs, ruffling her long hair and scraping her cheeks.

This is a bit strange, whose daughter-in-law will hold a wedding on the edge of the cliff?

The man in the white tiger mask knelt down solemnly, kowtowed respectfully to the cliff three times, and said: "The holy monarch mountain god, the priest of the mountains and wilderness, is located in the spiritual side, good will be blessed, evil will be harmed, there is no blessing, there is no feeling, you must understand." The bride sacrifices, blesses the mountain gods, looks at the mountain gods' mercy, gives great grace, and the bad luck retreats quickly, and the demon atmosphere is hidden, and the people are gracious, and they will never forget. ”

Cheng Weixi barely understood, a little stunned, who is the mountain god, the sacrificial bride?

Before she could figure it out, two men dragging her arms pushed her forward. Cliffs, thousands of abysses, a red figure like a kite with a broken string, falling straight down.

Cheng Weixi couldn't help but smile bitterly as he watched the craggy rocks and dwarf thorns grazing his body and speeding upward.

Sure enough, this is reasonable revenge.

I really look up to her, and design such a bone-clear, elaborate and chic death situation.

Cheng Weixi was not afraid, he just felt ridiculous, plus a little bit of appreciation for breaking the jar.

This is not the first time she has died.

In her memory, she never lived past the age of 18. It is gratifying and boastful that none of the nearly 1,000 deaths are the same, and they are all tragic and abnormal, which is very rare, and the collection is enough to write a three-volume death encyclopedia.

——Joined the army at a young age, was bullied and ostracized, and finally made a great contribution, but was snatched away by the people who regarded him as his brother, suffered countless knives for him, and carried it back from the pile of dead people many times, and he was framed for collaborating with the enemy and treason, and was executed by Ling Chi.

——Since he was a child, he was sold to a brothel, and he was whipped and beaten by a cat, so that he became a pure man who did not sell his body, but he thought he had met a beloved, but he was cheated of his property and died in the fire of his beloved's wife and concubine.

- Born in a beggar's den, before he could speak, his hands and feet were broken, his eyes were stabbed, he was put under the overpass to ask for food, he was beaten and kicked more times than he ate, he was hungry and cold, and he froze to death on a snowy night before he was four years old.

——Finally reincarnated in a rich family, but born in the belly of a cheap concubine, his mother disliked, his brothers and sisters disdained, grew up to five years old, accidentally lost in the Lantern Festival, returned home after a lot of hardships but was strangled to death by his family, and changed the name of the family's chastity and etiquette.

——As soon as she was delivered to her mother-in-law, who was pregnant out of wedlock, she was pierced through her stomach with scissors.

Every death is clearly engraved in Cheng Weixi's mind, accumulating with each reincarnation.

Cheng Weixi didn't know why she remembered this, maybe her body was immune to Meng Po Tang, but apart from all kinds of tragic experiences and deaths, she couldn't remember anything else.

Sacrificing to the god of the mountain as a bride? She had never experienced it in ancient times, but she had encountered it in modern society.

Cheng Weixi couldn't help but wonder what kind of bizarre death he would have in the next life.

The rapidly falling body slammed into the protruding boulder, the stinging pain of the cut, the dull pain of the impact converging and burning her nerves.

An old tree growing on the cliff stretched out its branches, cutting through Cheng Weixi's red wedding dress sharply, leaving a deep bone-deep mark on her arm.

She looked down and saw that there were many trees and vines growing on both sides of the cliff.

She is not afraid of death, but she still longs for life. She wanted to cling to the branches, but her hands and feet were tied and she couldn't exert her strength, so she had to hit the trees with her body in order to change the angle of her body and cushion the speed of the fall.

The ground was getting closer, but she was still falling too fast.

Cheng Weixi could almost guess the miserable situation after she touched the ground, it must be miserable, and she struggled to keep herself in the posture of her head and feet.

Death is death! It is better to fall from 1.7 meters to 1 meter than to hit the ground with your face.

In case a well-wisher passes by, he can still pile a thousand miles of desolate graves for himself for the sake of his beauty like a flower.

The ground seemed to be a green meadow, with a hazy layer of smoke hanging over it, like a low cloud.

Cheng Weixi closed his eyes in resignation and let himself slam into the ground.

However, as her body passed through the thin layer of smoke, it seemed to pass through a layer of tangible matter, and the huge resistance and elasticity instantly counteracted the falling gravity......

It was still too close to the ground, and after passing through this layer of resistance, she plopped and fell firmly to the grass, dizzy and dizzy, and her internal organs hurt terribly.

It is surrounded by endless layers of greenery.

Where is this? Certainly not the underworld. Her familiarity with the underworld is even higher than that of the dwellings of each life.

She bit the tip of her tongue to keep herself awake, but she couldn't resist the bursts of vertigo, and the mountains, grass, trees and vegetation in front of her were all crooked.

The moment her eyes were about to close, a figure flew towards her, and when she got closer, she realized that this figure was exactly the same as herself, except for a small red mole under her left eye, and she was also wearing a white dress that she had never wore.

The figure got closer and closer, in the midst of thousands of new greens, like a falling gardenia, with a fresh breath, and seemed to murmur: "Sister-"

A sharp force slammed into Cheng Weixi's body, and she felt a sharp pain in her head, as if something was drilling hard into her eyebrows, quickly taking root.

The dizziness became even worse, and with the stinging pain in the center of the eyebrows, the heavens and the earth fell into boundless darkness.