Li Xue'er couldn't provide more information, and what made Ling Tian most sad was that Granny Ling didn't know how to solve the guy with the red rope.

But it was not that there was no good news, at least he told Ling Tian that as long as Aunt Chen's son was dealt with, then the yin qi in his body would return to Aunt Chen's body, and when the time came, Aunt Chen's yin and resentful qi would definitely die.

However, hehe, the problem is back to square one, how to solve the guy with the red rope.

An old man dressed in black appeared not far away with a red rope, Ling Tian cursed secretly, and got on the bus back to the city.

Sitting in the last row, he took out He Yao's ballpoint pen distressedly: "He Yao, how can I solve the red rope man who follows me?" ”

After a while, Ling Tian held the card, his face was red and white.

You say you love me, but you become someone else's bride, if you really don't want to, there must be a way. ’

"It's the rhythm of jealousy."

sighed helplessly, he had a faint premonition that if he couldn't solve this matter, I was afraid that He Yao would also be angry.

Uncle, what should I do about this?

Under the irritability, an impulse gradually rose in his heart, and he simply asked the other party to tie the red rope.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little strange.

Neither Aunt Chen nor Granny Ling said what would happen after the red rope was tied.

Why do you want to run, it seems that Granny Ling said that you must not be tied with a red rope, so she ran.

It's just that Aunt Chen's words can't be believed, but Granny Ling's words must be true?

She might really not want to hurt Li Xue'er, but it was obvious that she didn't care much about Ling Tian's life.

Why don't you give it a try?

The impulse in his heart is getting stronger and stronger, but it's a pity that the fear of death has been used, otherwise he would not hesitate.

After struggling with the travel agency, Ling Tiancai finally made up his mind.

Half an hour later, a man in a red suit slowly came to the door of the small shop and pushed open the glass door with a red rope hand.

This time, Ling Tian didn't dodge, and waited until the man approached and obediently stretched out his feet.

The man squatted down directly, and tied the red rope to his trembling feet in a dull manner.

When the red rope was tied, a slight light flashed, and a phantom extended from one end of the red rope.

The phantom slowly lengthened to the side of the man's ankle. The same red rope appeared on the red trousers as on Ling Tian's ankle, and the phantom connected the two red ropes together.

A smile appeared on the expressionless face of the man in the suit, and he turned to leave.

"That's the end of it?"

Ling Tian's face was dazed, and he subconsciously wanted to pull the red rope on his ankle, but the bright and real red rope was like an illusion, and he directly fished it out.

After a few attempts, I finally determined that this red rope could not be touched at all.

"What's the situation, I'm going to live with this red rope?"

The fire burned and flooded, the knife chopped and chopped, and he couldn't touch the red rope even after exhausting all means, Ling Tian had no choice but to give up, there was no way, he was hungry for a day, and he couldn't wait for the other party to do anything if he didn't eat, so he had to starve to death first.

Meimei ate a meal, waited until the night and didn't find anything abnormal, and Ling Tian, who didn't know why, simply went to bed.

Anyway, the red rope has been tied, and there is no way to regret it.

I didn't sleep last night, I ran all the way again, and as soon as I got into bed, I didn't have time to cover the quilt, Ling Tian snored.

In a daze, he didn't know how long he had been asleep, and suddenly he felt someone shaking his body.

When he opened his eyes, he was startled to see a woman with heavy makeup and a large black mole on her fat face trying to wake him up.

The fat that couldn't be contained in a red coat kept shaking with her movements, making people dizzy for a while.

"This dream is terrifying."

Ling Tian closed his eyes, trying hard to change his dream.

But the woman's pretended coquettish voice came to her ears: "Girl, don't sleep, you should get up, the wedding team is almost here, why are you still stunned to dress up the girl." ”

There were noisy sounds around him, Ling Tian wanted to open his eyes, but sleepiness came like a tide, and the whole person was groggy and only felt that he was being helped up from the bed.

It seems that there are a lot of people surrounding him, fiddling with his hair and his face for a while, and he doesn't know what he is doing.

After a while, the woman's voice sounded again: "Yo, the girl is so beautiful, look at it." ”

Ling Tian finally had a trace of strength and slowly opened his eyes.

In front of him was a bronze mirror, in which there was a slightly blurred reflection.

The long hair was combed together, decorated with gold and silver headdresses, and below was a familiar face painted with not thick or light makeup, which looked quite pretty.

Isn't that me?

A thought flashed through Ling Tian's mind, which was not yet fully awake, and turned into a bolt of lightning that made him completely sober.

At this time, he realized that he was not only wearing makeup, but also wearing a bright red wedding dress at some point, surrounded by smiling maids.

It's just that their smiles are very formulaic, as if they are masks produced by an assembly line.

On the edge of the bronze mirror, the middle-aged woman who looked like a standard matchmaker in the dream was looking at him with admiration.

"Holy."

Ling Tian screamed, and immediately wanted to stand up, but was pressed in place by the matchmaker's fat hand.

"Girl, you're going to get married, you can't be so arrogant, girl, you have to be reserved."

"Reserved uncle."

After scolding, Ling Tian was about to grab the matchmaker's hand, but suddenly his whole body was weak, and he suddenly fell crooked on the matchmaker's body.

The matchmaker had a cold face: "Girl, getting married is a big deal, and you can't go back." Hey....... ”

As she spoke, the matchmaker looked out the window, with a smile on her face as if her face had changed: "Come, come, you dead girls, don't hurry up, if you delay the auspicious time, see if I don't pick your skin." ”

The maids sped up, Ling Tian was about to cry, how could he be so unlucky, he knew that he would kill him, and he wouldn't let the red rope put on him.

The big red hijab obscured his vision, and the sound of gongs and drums was getting closer and closer, and he was carried on his back, and he walked out step by step.

The sound of fireworks and firecrackers shook the sky, but no one stepped forward to ask, and after a while, Ling Tian was helped into a sedan chair, and with the matchmaker shouting, the sedan chair staggered and moved.

Although he still felt a little weak, Ling Tian finally regained his mobility.

He removed the hijab and looked out through the gaps in the curtains.

The long procession walked through the streets beating gongs and drums, but the surrounding vehicles and pedestrians seemed to see or hear nothing, and they were doing their own things.

Ling Tian, who was just about to shout, saw this scene and consciously closed his mouth.

Uncle, you have to find a way quickly, you can't really marry yourself.