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Sitting in a sedan chair, Shi Xia, who was wearing red clothes, looked out with a blushing face.

Dressed in a wedding robe, the groom sitting on a tall horse looks back from time to time to peek at his bride.

The slaves, suona, and guards around have long been surprised. From time to time, he covered his mouth with his hands and smiled softly.

Although the line is long, the speed of progress is not slow.

Soon it was in the dense forest. Because the sunlight is blocked, the woods are particularly mottled.

The welcoming team subconsciously slowed down. However, there was nothing abnormal for several miles, and everyone's tense hearts were put down.

"As the old saying goes, when you don't get in, speed up. ”

An old man put his hand on his eyes, looked at the tall trees in the distance, and the mottled shadows, and said with some concern.

"No!"

"No!"

The people around him also nodded in agreement, and the speed increased a lot.

However, there is a saying that I am afraid of what comes, and when the sedan chair arrived at a single-plank bridge, there was a team on the opposite side.

However, it's different from the big red festive here.

A coffin painted with black paint and the word "longevity" written on it.

Directly above the coffin sat a pointed hat with white paper paste on his head, and white paper flowers hung down like a dazzling flower.

Underneath the white paper hat was a pale face without a trace of blood.

The others were all dressed in mourning clothes, holding mourning sails, and some were constantly sprinkling white neatly cut paper money around.

"This ......"

"This is too unlucky, how can you encounter a funeral procession?"

The family and suona who walked in front looked at the man wearing sackcloth and holding a mourning stick in his hand, and his face couldn't help but show a bad look.

Looking at the team in front of him, the old man's face was surprisingly solemn, and there was indescribable fear in his eyes.

"Uncle!"

"What's wrong?"

"Why is your face so ugly?"

The groom looked at the old man's gloomy face and asked with some concern.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he suddenly lowered his voice, and asked in a low voice in a voice that only two people could hear, "Could it be that there is a problem with the team in front?"

The old man didn't say anything, nodded slightly, and his eyes showed approval. And a few vague points with his hand!

This......

The bridegroom's face suddenly turned pale as he looked at it with his old fingers.

Because, those people turned out to be weightless paper figures, with their feet dangling in the air.

"This?"

"Aren't they human?"

The groom's eyes contracted, and the muscles of his body tensed suddenly.

In a low voice, he said with some fear:

"Uncle, what should we do now?"

"Don't make a sound!"

"We should not have seen ... ”

"Let our team, make way for them, don't rush!"

"No!"

The bridegroom also knew that it was powerful, so he hurriedly got off the white horse and beckoned his men to step back.

The team carrying the coffin on the opposite side seems to have also discovered the existence of the welcoming procession.

They also stopped, looking ahead with incomparably empty eyes.

Seeing that they didn't mean to step forward, the old man couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

However, before his heart could completely fall, there was a light and joyful suona sound behind them.

I don't know when!

Behind them there was also a send-off procession.

But...

What frightened them was that the people in that team were wearing mourning clothes instead of wedding clothes.

In the middle of the procession was not a red sedan chair, but a large sedan chair made of miserable white paper. Standing around the paper sedan chair were several pale and gloomy maids, like paper-pasted maids, who were diligently carrying flowers made of paper.

"Not good!"

"Ghost marry!"

"I didn't expect us to meet a ghost today!"

"What a disaster!"

Looking at the wedding teams on both sides, the old man's eyes kept shrinking, and he said with a look of fear.

。。。。

"Master of Dreams?"

Yan Maniac's eyes kept shrinking, and for some reason, he actually had a sense of déjà vu for this name.

But turning over all the memories in his mind, he didn't have the slightest impression.

I haven't seen or heard of this person.

"Who the hell is he?"

"Why do you feel so weird?"

The thoughts in the Yan maniac's mind flipped over to catch something.

Situ Xing didn't speak, just stood there quietly, with an indifferent face.

"You're going to cut me down?"

Yan Maniac looked at Situ Xing, who had an indifferent face, his face suddenly froze, a little incredulous, and said as if he was angry.

Situ Xing raised his head and looked at the faintly angry Yan maniac, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up, revealing a sneer, and said as if mockingly: "Do it with you?"

"This official is the lord of a county, and there are thousands of elite soldiers......

"You think too highly of yourself......"

"Anyway, the information has already told you, whether to go or not, it's up to you to decide!"

"This?"

Yan Fanatic looked at Situ Xing with a dull expression, and the divine light in his eyes kept flickering.

Obviously, he was analyzing the credibility of Situ Xing's words in his heart.

"Saying, even if the official wants to make a fool of you, what can you do?"

"Now what choice do you have but to trust this official?"

"After all, when the blood demon was born, it was not the dynasty but the sect that was hit the hardest......

Situ Xing saw that Yan Maniac still didn't believe it in his heart, and couldn't help but snort coldly. Said with some disdain.

"You!"

Yan Maniac looked at Situ Xing's arrogant expression, and his face couldn't help but change slightly.

Perhaps because of the change in mood, the Qingcheng sword behind him kept trembling, emitting bursts of buzzing, as if it would be unsheathed at any time.

"Humph!"

Situ Xing was not afraid, he looked at Yan Maniac with a cold face, and did not take his threat in his eyes at all.

The two didn't know how long they confronted each other, and in the end, the sword of the Yan madman didn't cut out, but it was like a deflated ball.

As Situ Xing said, in Zhibei, if he wanted to find the traces of the Blood Demon, he had no other way than to rely on Situ Xing's strength.

Moreover, Master Chengdong Mengyi, for some reason, gave him a very bad feeling.

He is a sword cultivator, and his mind is the purest.

There must be something wrong with that Dream Master, otherwise his heart would not have been touched in this way.

......

"My lord, my lord, it's not good. ”

Just when Situ Xing and Yan Fanatic looked at each other, Shi Bantou, dressed in soap clothes and full of anxiety, stumbled in.

"This ......"

Looking at the anxiety in Shi Bantou's eyes, Situ Xing's heart couldn't help but burst.

"What's wrong?"

"What the hell is going on?"

"Your Excellency!"

"Youkai, there are demons ......"

"The little girl's sedan chair met a ghost marrying on the way. ”

"Ghost marry!"

Whether it was Situ Xing or Yan Maniac's faces, they suddenly changed greatly, and said in disbelief.

"How can you meet a ghost marry!"