Tang Boming made a noise and asked the only person he thought was reliable: "Meng Li, did you hear anything?" ”

"Should I hear anything?" Meng Li asked him rhetorically.

"That's it...... Like what is the sound of walking? Tang Boming thought for a while, "Isn't there just this inn in this village, have the people in the tour group returned?" ”

Meng Li said: "Then I don't know, I didn't hear any movement." ”

Tang Boming couldn't ask why, so he didn't bother with this matter anymore.

They walked along the narrow alley, and the further they went, the smaller the brick path became, and when they reached the back, they could already faintly hear the voices of people not far away.

At the end, the house was decorated with lights and festive items such as red silk, and villagers dressed in local costumes gathered to talk.

It's still words they don't understand.

Shen Meng didn't know when, she had already grabbed Zuo Qi's arm, she looked around, and whispered, "It's not like a happy event at all." ”

The expressions of the villagers who talked were rigid and dull, and there was no joy at all that a happy event should have, and even when they occasionally looked at them, they were full of malice.

"The bride is gone." Zuo Qi reminded her, "Happy events turn into funerals." ”

Old man He said that Zhao Er Mazi was married, and they, the guests who were invited over, wanted to help him find a bride.

Shen Meng was reminded by her like this, and also remembered Old Man He's words, and muttered again: "Then we have to help him find it?" It's such a waste, I have to find someone else when my wife is gone. ”

Seeing that the attention of the surrounding villagers was attracted by Shen Meng, Zuo Yulan hurriedly patted her arm and lowered her voice: "You be quiet." ”

In front of him is Zhao Er Mazi's house, the door panel is wide open, and there are eight tables of banquets in the courtyard.

There were already some villagers sitting at a few tables, and the table in the corner was sitting with a few people from the tour group.

Zuo Qi quietly withdrew her gaze and found a place to sit at the table on the other side, with Shen Meng and Meng Li on her left and right.

Originally, Chi Zhao and the others were going to sit at the same table with Zuo Qi, but they were forcibly pulled to another table by the villagers who suddenly appeared.

His mouth spoke in a dialect he didn't understand, and his wizened hands waved in midair.

This probably means that boys and girls can't sit at the same table.

As for why the people in the tour group were able to sit together, they didn't know, but they could see from their dead faces that they hadn't encountered anything good.

Fortunately, the two tables are next to each other, and you can see each other when you look up at each other.

"The bride is gone, and she still has the heart to eat?" Shen Meng leaned into Zuoqi's ear and whispered.

Zuo Qi thought for a while and guessed: "I may not have found out that the bride is gone." ”

"Look at what's on the table." Meng Li suddenly interrupted Zuo Qi and Shen Meng's conversation, and his voice trembled a little.

The two of them followed her line of sight, only to see the black-red sticky unknown substances on the plate, where were the dishes they had just seen!

Chi Zhao's table obviously also noticed this change, and the group of people invariably met their eyes in the air.

At the same time, the surroundings seemed to be quiet all of a sudden, and the villagers stopped talking, as if they had been pressed the pause button.

In the silence, a heart-rending roar erupted from the main house, followed by a large red figure jumping to eat.

It's Zhao Er Mazi in a wedding dress.

He ran all the way out, his eyes roaming the yard, and finally looked to the left side.

Zhao Ermazi's face was distorted, as if he was angry, his voice was like rust, and he asked, "Where is my bride?!" ”