The night sky, with its black clouds, guards the blood-colored moon.

No starlight.

A suona broke the dawn violently, breaking the silence.

Toot ——!

It seems that someone deliberately lengthened the tune, so that what was originally a cheerful welcome to relatives became the last cry before death.

The wide streets of Taiyi Yujing are completely shrouded in a layer of misty black.

Voices came from it.

The sound of gongs and drums, red and white lanterns, like blinking eyes, loom in the strange tune.

The security guard's face was pale and trembling and he hid in the small security booth.

He leaned hard against the cold wall, eager to get in.

Subconsciously kicked his feet, exposing the fear in his heart, and he desperately covered his mouth, for fear that he would make a sound and spoil the sound of the music outside the window.

There is a child's voice to sing, like the sound of the netherworld.

"The mantis is celebrated, such as the drum and the piano, the melon is extended, and the love is ......"

The sound of suona sounded again.

Along the pavilion, the security guard looked through the glass window, creepy, and vaguely saw an ancient greeting procession.

Two slender black shadows like stepping on stilts, the pace is steady, every step is to be fixed like the appearance of Peking Opera, holding high the old and simple wooden signs, and scattering white paper money.

Even the upward viewing angle of the security booth.

I can't see the facial features under the hat clearly, only two yellow paper masks that seem to be smiling but not smiling, one is said to be happy and good, and the other is said to be a white head.

"When—"

The gong sounded away.

The security guard's eyes widened, and then he saw a group of red-clad maids swaying with strange dance steps, they jumped for joy, sometimes jumped high, turned in a circle, and then fell again, giggling and laughing, where their faces should be, a deep black vortex.

Everywhere they passed, the flowers and plants withered, singing songs of the past and the resentment in unison.

"The newcomer is coming, welcoming the sedan back.

Auspicious moments, indispensable.

The red yu hugged out, and the posture was delicate.

Together, look side by side......"

The security guard didn't want to hear it, and he didn't dare to listen to it.

It was as if a pair of sharp hands wanted to shred his brain, and suddenly, there was a rustling sound by the window, and the next second, the window was opened!

The security guard looked up in horror.

I saw a red-clothed maid leaning on the edge of the window, tilting her head and staring, rotating her distorted facial features, revealing a smile.

"Ah——!h

The desperate shouts of the security guards, in the hustle and bustle of welcoming relatives, were inaudible and disappeared.

Police helicopters.

The propeller snapped.

The Yunhai Civil Customs Bureau received a call for help from Chen Yuanli and Wu Yuan, and immediately dispatched this six-person rapid support team.

The helicopter pilot, in a cold sweat, is a veteran pilot who has retired from the army, but his wrists are still shaking.

He didn't even dare to look farther away with his peripheral vision, just stared at the instrument with stiff eyes, his lips chattering, and his voice trembling......

"Those are...... What ......?"

The scene on the earth was beyond his rational understanding.

The investigators of the Rapid Support Team looked equally shocked and inexplicable.

Captain Sun, the oldest in his qualifications, swallowed saliva mixed with uneasiness, he looked at the greeting procession that seemed to stretch for several miles, for a long time, and said in a deep voice.

"It's the bride...... For some reason, it's heading for the "wedding mirror......"

Even at an altitude of 3,000 meters.

The team members were still chilling, and they had a bird's-eye view of Yunhai City in the night, and the long dark red line.

It was like a blood-red blade splitting the edge of the city.

Slowly, methodically, solemnly and solemnly.

"Is this the horror of an A-class folklore event...... It is a world of hell, rampant and unscrupulous, and everywhere it goes, if a hundred ghosts walk at night......"

The greeting procession is somewhere between the existence and the non-existent shadow.

Walk through buildings and trees without any obstructions.

At the end of the long stretch, in the depths of the black fog and ashes, a big red sedan chair, hanging sixteen lanterns, decorated with flowers, decorated with golden phoenixes, and countless strange figures of red or white, guarding its arch and chanting ghostly songs.

The sleeping people dreamed of a long dress that was so red that they couldn't take their eyes off it.

In the dream, they sat in the courtyard of a quaint mansion, decorated with lanterns and feasting with friends, but on the table were not good food and wine, but tribute.

A half-faced little guy, dumb and hoarse, shouted loudly.

"Welcome to the bride!"

The person in the dream looked at the voice, and saw only a bride in red dressed in gorgeous and gorgeous clothes, wearing a hood on her head.

It's like a dream, and there's an instinctive fear,

I want to scream but I can't!

Woke up from a nightmare, his face pale......

Taiyi Yujing, Villa No. 4.

Wu Yuan couldn't accept what he saw in front of him, the momentum of the red cloud crushing the city, his imagination was exhausted, and he couldn't estimate the horror of his master.

The ancient mirror in the hall, the reflection of "Chen Yuanli" was originally a cruel smile, and when he saw the welcoming team outside, he turned to show a humanized panicked expression, not waiting for it to escape.

The sound of suona is pulled to the highest part of the kissing tune.

There was a crunch.

"Click—"

In response, a crack appeared on the surface of the mirror.

Wu Yuan's heart trembled.

The terrifying ghost mirror that they couldn't do anything about it just heard the sound of the welcoming team from a distance, and it cracked directly!

Bang!

The gate opens without wind!

The two tall figures at the head were dressed in red and green, and their voices were faint.

"Otocho Day...... Daji, suitable for marriage. ”

The ancient mirror began as a crack, then it was like the ice being smashed open by stone, cracking one after the other, and at the same time emitting a piercing scream.

The voice was as ghostly as a ghost, hoarse and desperate from the underworld.

The mirror cried, mimicking all sorts of tones.

"Wu Yuan, save my ......"

"Dad, I'm afraid ......"

"Who's there, is it Xuanxuan......"

"You shouldn't be here, you've been suppressed a long time ago!"

"Monsters, monsters that don't exist!"

The last helpless roar was choked and abruptly stopped.

Wu Yuan only saw it clearly at this time.

The yellow paper mask slipped down quietly, and the real appearance of the two tall figures, one was the fugitive from the net who could not be found by the Folklore Bureau, and the other was a foreign man with deep facial features.

Their eyes were blank, their expressions stiff, and their mouths were long, like dead corpses.

It was written on their foreheads separately.

"The world is peaceful", "Wealth at first sight" ......

"It's not ...... In the traditional story, the words on the black and white impermanence!? ”

With black and white impermanence as the marriage messenger, he came with ten miles of red makeup...... What the hell is this!?

Wu Yuan's heart was shocked.

"When."

The heavy bell rang, Wu Yuan felt that his eyes were dark, and when he opened his eyes and looked around, the greeting procession and the ancient mirror had disappeared.

The villa was silent, as if it were dead silence.

She took a deep breath and quickly ran to the second floor, first found Lu Xuan, who was trembling and having a nervous breakdown, and then found Chen Yuanli, who was seriously injured by a gunshot, and was unconscious.

Wu Yuan subconsciously glanced at the vanity mirror.

It has long been reduced to fragments, reflecting the furnishings inside the house and the bright moonlight outside.