"What's the use of that?" The girl asked.

The priest said proudly: "In this way, from now on, she can only obey Xing'er's orders, and do what Xing'er wants her to do, without going against Xing'er's wishes." ”

The girl laughed, "I see." It's a great dowry. ”

The priest looked at the bride in the hippas and said, "Kneel." ”

Xiao Wan stood still, a pair of blood-colored cold wooden eyes, slowly raised, with a murderous aura, looking at him.

The priest sank his face, "Bride, hurry up, didn't you see that your husband is waiting for you?" ”

A menacing roar resembling a beast came from the throat of the small bowl.

At the same time, the fangs in her mouth and the sharp nails on her hands were exposed.

Obviously, even though she was already a walking corpse and had lost most of her sanity, she instinctively felt that what was going to happen next would pose a great threat to her, so she instinctively resisted.

The young girl beside her stopped the priest's movements.

She took out a small bronze bell from her pocket and shook it at the small bowl, "What do you see here?" ”

The crisp sound of a bell instantly draws the attention of the small bowl.

Her large, horribly blood-red eyes stared straight at the little bell, her lips twitched silently, and her hands unconsciously stretched forward, as if trying to snatch the bell away.

The girl smiled and shook the bell twice in front of her eyes, "Kneel, don't ask for hardship." ”

Xiao Wan trembled, as if he was being grasped by an invisible hand, his face was covered with pain, and his knees slowly bent down.

Hanging his head, silently, no longer resisting.

The girl raised the corners of her mouth, "Good." ”

She gently brushed away the black hair on top of the bowl's head.

In the mountain temple, everyone's eyes fell on her hands.

The slender white, as beautiful as ice and snow fingers pinched a crimson, shining cold soul nail.

Then, with a slight movement of the shallot-like fingers, the dark red iron nails the length of a finger sank straight into the skull of the small bowl.

Xiao Wan's body shook suddenly, a pair of eyes almost popped out, she opened her mouth, but she didn't make any sound.

But her throat fluttered, and a scream of great pain escaped from it.

A line of black-red blood snaked down the small bowl's forehead.

The girl smiled lightly and took the second Soul Nail from the priest's hand.

This time, it's nailed to the chest.

Then four pieces, one after the other, are placed on the limbs.

After these things were done, the only bit of brilliance left in the pupils of the small bowl was completely extinguished.

She knelt in place, like a doll at the mercy of others, lifeless, and did not move.

The young girl handed the small and delicate bell to the priest, "This should be regarded as a token of the woman." ”

The priest was satisfied, "Good. ”

He looked at the bride who was kneeling in front of him, her robe gradually soaked with dark red blood.

"Licheng!"

With this voice, the villagers in the mountain temple clapped their hands as if they had been lifted from the spell of stiffness, and laughed one after another:

"Congratulations!" "A match made in heaven!"

The priest looked kindly at the bridegroom: "Xing'er, together with your daughter-in-law, prostrate to your father and grandfather." ”

The young walking corpse in the wedding robe dragged his heavy steps, walked up to the old man in the white fox fur, pounced, and crawled to the ground with his whole body, his arms supported, and his head slammed to the ground.