In response to him, there was a cold wind, and broken snow whirling in through the doorway.

The petite bride stood still, motionless.

The priest sank his face, "Why, the bride has such a bad temper, can't we please you anymore?" ”

The bride remained motionless.

At this time, a girl's soft and nice voice sounded, "On the day of great joy, don't be so reserved." Small bowl, take the hippa off! ”

It was a young girl in a blue gown, her hair wrapped in a veil like that of a village woman, and her clothes were the same style as those of the village woman.

She had been standing in the shadows, and as she spoke, she took two steps forward, the light of the campfire shining on her face.

With smooth black hair, bright eyes, and ruddy lips, she looks like the legendary Snow Maiden in the mountains, and there is no woman in the village who is so good-looking.

As soon as she walked out like this, she immediately attracted the attention of all men.

Even the old man in the white fox fur, who was sitting in front of the huge bonfire brazier, opened his eyes and looked at her in shock.

The girl didn't seem to understand the gaze, and she still had a shallow smile on her face.

"Little bowl, hurry up!"

At her urging, the bride named Xiaowan, whose figure seemed to move in the firelight, looked at her and saw that she was standing clearly and quietly.

A gust of wind blew, and the hippa on the head of the small bowl was blown to the ground.

She slowly turned to face the group.

The light of the torches shone on her pale and stiff face.

A pair of eyes are large, and the pupils are eerily red, without brilliance.

The priest stroked his beard with satisfaction and asked the crowd, "Is the bride very delicate?" Isn't it a good match for Xing'er? ”

"Good-looking" and "good matching" chaotic voices rang out.

But the children who saw the bride's face clearly all avoided their eyes, and pressed close to the body of their parents, never daring to take a second look.

The priest smiled and stroked his beard: "On a day of great joy, every inch of time is golden." Now that we've seen the bride's appearance, we won't make a fuss. Next, I will give the bride a wedding gift from Xing'er. ”

He took the wooden plate from the hand of the child next to him, and lifted the red cloth on it, revealing several red iron nails underneath the white silk.

Those iron nails were about seven or eight centimeters long, and the nail blades were sharp and cold, revealing a cold yin and evil aura.

The priest's palm slid across the nails, and he sighed in a tone, "These are all soaked in Xing'er's heart and blood for many years, and now, they can finally be given to Xing'er's wife." ”

He carefully picked up an iron nail, "Bride, kneel." This is a great gift from your husband's family. ”

Xiao Wan's eyes rolled, and the red pupils revealed a murderous aura.

The young and good-looking girl who had spoken before stepped forward and said with a smile, "This, let me come." ”

"You?" The priest looked at her suspiciously.

"The bride has a bad temper, this dowry, let me, my mother's family, give it to her personally." The girl said with a smile.

The priest pondered for a moment, "It's fine." ”

He handed the dark red nail in his hand to the girl.

"According to the rules of our family, if you want to be buried in our ancestral grave, you have to contribute to our family. She is like this now, so naturally she can't spread her branches and leaves. Then all that's left is to accompany Xing'er and make Xing'er happy and worry-free. ”

"These six soul settling nails, one on the top of the head, one on the chest, and one on each of the rest of the limbs."