Just after nightfall, the temperature suddenly plummeted, and the ghost fog of the closed door at this moment quickly surrounded the tent of a group of eight people, and something strange and strange suddenly happened in this silent closed door village at night.

At this moment, a group of eight people turned on the flashlights with high vigilance, although a trace of sleepiness had hit, but the eight of them did not dare to slack off at the moment.

The eight people who still didn't dare to sleep held flashlights in their hands and shone them outside the tent, and as the night deepened, the ghost fog became heavier and heavier, until finally the eight people couldn't see their fingers.

So at this moment, the group of eight people all curled up in their tents, not daring to continue to look outside the tent, until a trace of sleepiness gradually brought the eight people into a frightened dream.

And the eight people who were gradually sleeping seemed to see a strange scene, and at this moment, the gusty wind blew to the location of the eight-person tent.

The paper lanterns outside the door crackled incessantly, and the couplet seemed to tear open under the wind blowing, and the sound of walking entered their dreams as the wind grew louder and louder.

Immediately after that, a mournful sound came from a distance, accompanied by footsteps, appeared outside the courtyard where the eight-person tent was located, and at this moment, the eyes of the eight people in the dream were gradually attracted by the footsteps outside.

The eight people in the dream suddenly saw a strange scene in the tent, as if they saw a funeral procession of dozens of people passing through the outer passage of the courtyard where the group of eight people was at this moment.

This really frightened the eight people who had not fallen asleep just now, and the eight people who were awakened gradually blinked their eyes and found that the funeral procession was gone.

At this time, the eight realized that they might have had a dream due to the fog, but they had just fallen asleep and heard the funeral mourning music coming from nowhere.

In the distance, a pair of people dressed in black and white can be seen standing on both sides of the road, each holding a weapon in their left and right hands, standing majestically at the front of the funeral procession and jumping non-stop.

Immediately afterwards, I saw a group of people in front of the procession blowing musical instruments and making extremely strange music, and in the middle of it was four big men carrying a coffin that seemed to be very heavy.

The men shouted the slogan "Rare is not strange, the living should not be approached", and at the end of the procession, the families of the deceased wore linen and filial piety and held the dead man's talisman and tablet.

Everywhere you pass by, there are voices of wailing, which is deafening for a moment, and the mourning of the funeral slowly slows down as the wind gets louder and louder.

I saw torn paper money floating in the silent night sky, floating in the air for a long time and refusing to disperse.

As the sound of mourning music became smaller and smaller, it showed that the funeral procession had gradually moved away.

At this time, the eight people who were very frightened only saw layers of ghost fog surrounding the tent of the eight of them from the gap in the tent.

But with a hint of wind blowing through the eight people, they all felt much more comfortable, so the eight people who couldn't sleep anymore were all holding flashlights to shine outside.

After a while, the eight of them were forced to fall asleep by a hint of cold, and then they fell into a deep sleep and met an even more peculiar landscape in their dreams.

But it wasn't long before another bleak and graceful joy came from the silent night sky, and it sounded like goosebumps.

At this moment, two teams of many people can be vaguely seen passing through the courtyard passage of the eight-person tent, and the two teams of people are beating gongs and drums through the courtyard passage where the tent is located.

I saw two teams of people walking opposite each other, and there were four people in each of the two teams carrying a sedan chair in the middle of the team, and there were not people sitting in the sedan chair, but only a posthumous image and tablet.

At the front are the artists who play, play and sing, and at the front of the line, blowing extremely bleak and piercing joy.

There were still two rows of people with red lanterns walking slowly at the back of the line, but it should not be said that they were walking, because they could not see the lower half of their bodies.

I saw that the two teams of marriage and send-off stopped at this moment in the courtyard passage opposite the tent, and only the mournful desolation of the terrible joy could be heard.

At this time, the eight people in the dream all felt that these two teams of marrying and welcoming relatives were definitely not ordinary teams, and judging from the current experience, they must be the teams of sending relatives and receiving relatives to get married.

I saw that the two teams continued to blow the joy of great sorrow, and the gongs and drums were so lively that the festive atmosphere overshadowed the gloomy and terrifying scene.

At this moment, the eerie and terrifying scene is directly reflected, accompanied by the sedan chairs of the two sides. The woman's representative began to shout, "Good luck, the bride is married."

Don't see it, don't blame it, stay away from the living. Not to be outdone, the man's representative shouted "Wanji has it, and the groom is married."

Since then, I don't envy the mandarin ducks and immortals, and I will become my own family.

Don't see it, don't blame it, please stay away. ”

Just after the representatives of the parties to the marriage shout the official slogan, the parties will begin the fixed procedure of marrying and marrying.

The woman who greeted the kiss immediately pressed the sedan chair, took out the tablet and the posthumous photo, and put it into the man's sedan chair, so that the man was equal to a yin marriage with the woman.

The man has to take out all the prepared bride price to the woman, in fact, the bride price at the moment is just some papier-mâché jewelry and clothes.

And the woman also wants to give the man some dowry in the middle of the season, which is nothing more than some papier-mâché objects.

And at this moment, there are pieces of wedding cards and paper money floating in the air, which is chilling and a little daunting at the same time.

After the handover of the teams that greeted and sent off the relatives of the two sides was completed, there was a banquet in the same place by the two teams of each other.

It was as if the eight of them could vaguely see in a dream, and the families of both sides sat at the table and toasted and tasted the delicious meat.

After that, a gust of wind blew, and the teams of both sides went back in the direction they had come.

With the gust of wind blowing, the paper money and wedding cards were scattered on the ground.

And as the temperature continued to drop, people couldn't help but feel a little chill, and the joyful sound of the underworld marriage team gradually disappeared into the ghost fog of the closed village.

At this time, the eight people were also forced by the gradual cold, as if they were knocked unconscious, and they also entered a frightening dream, so at this time, the eight people who were in shock had all fallen asleep.

With the arrival of late night, it is indeed cold in the mountains, and the temperature in the mountains is naturally much lower than in the cities.

In this cool climate, you can suddenly feel the yin qi pressing at the same time.

It made people shudder and didn't dare to stay here any longer, so after the group of eight people had all fallen asleep.

The group of eight people in the dream gradually lost their way, and the group of eight people seemed to have returned to the Ming Dynasty in their sleep at this moment.

And during the Ming Dynasty, they all had their own identities and different social statuses.

Whether they can find their own path in different roles depends on their creation.

And what kind of story of the eight of them who dreamed back to the Ming Dynasty depends on their respective performances.