Xie Chen walked over slowly and gently opened the door.

Another handmaid who had never met before, stood at the door with a smile on her face.

"Uncle, do you know you're nervous, are you ready?"

Xie Chen looked behind her, and two short paper figures with pale faces and dull eyes stood there.

"Come in."

Xie Chen glanced at them and turned away unhurriedly.

The final ending of the fiancée was to die in the fire, and the beast that was killed by the mother-in-law also ended up being charred.

Is his appearance to replace the groom who has never appeared from beginning to end in this copy?

Xie Chen knows better than anyone else in his heart.

But now Xie Chen didn't think about who would light such a fire in the end.

This matter is also very important, and even depends on whether he can survive the wedding.

This human skin in the room......

When Xie Chen entered the house, he glanced at his bed out of the corner of his eye, and his eyes were dark.

"Forget it."

It is estimated that the process of rectifying the dead person has many twists and turns than I imagined.

After getting Xie Chen's permission, the maid and the two white-faced paper figures behind her also followed Xie Chen's footsteps and walked in.

There was only one stool in the room, so Xie Chen ignored these things that he didn't know if they were human or not, and sat on it by himself.

Except for the handmaid who was guarding by the side.

The two white-faced paper figures began to prepare the makeup items they had brought in.

Xie Chen closed his eyes and asked the maidservant beside him, "Now that the divorce ceremony begins, how much time is left?" ”

The maid smiled slightly, and didn't say that she wanted to look at the clock, so she replied directly: "Back to my aunt, there is still a long time before the divorce ceremony begins, close to an hour and a half." ”

"Uncle, you can rest assured, we will solve your makeup for you as soon as possible, and it will not take too long."

Xie Chen nodded slightly, and then sighed.

The people on the side didn't react in the slightest, and they all stood quietly, which also convinced Xie Chen of his conjecture.

Even the handmaid is not a person of flesh and blood, and all this is just a farce of reproduction......

Xie Chen sighed.

Originally, I thought that I could leave some time to deal with the paper matchmaker, but now that it seems that there is really a time lag.

A day and a half is gone, and there are less than a few hours left.

I just don't know if I can spend the last candle night in the cave room.

If you can't, you'll have to rely on that pocket watch in your pocket.

The two prepared paper figures walked towards him, and Xie Chen couldn't help but open his eyes.

Goosebumps instantly spread all over the body.

Originally, I closed my eyes because of this and did psychological construction for myself, but when I really saw it, I still couldn't stand it.

There really are leather painters, and they are the paper figures of these greeting teams.

Xie Chen pretended to be indifferent, and let the paper man next to him paste a large piece of wet flesh on his face.

The pungent smell of blood penetrated into his nose, and there was a tingling sensation on his face, like a large puddle of snot paper, wiping it on his face.

Rao is a little stronger-willed, but he can't bear it at all.

Fortunately, it didn't last long, which made Xie Chen barely suppress his desire to escape.

It's just that the face is still sticky and wet, which is of little use no matter how much you reject it.

After the two paper figures were busy for a while, Xie Chen's inner world was already about to explode.

I finally know why no one in the real world can pretend to be dead all the time, just the level of the mortuary repairing your "appearance and bereavement table" is not something that ordinary people can bear.

After the two paper figures stopped moving slightly, Xie Chen also stood up immediately.

I don't even dare to look in the mirror now, but I'm still a little unsure in my heart, and now I'm playing the role of the young master who has died in the family.

Alas, trouble.

Xie Chen just wanted to subconsciously rub his eyebrows, but was grabbed by the white-faced paper man on the side.

But even so, Xie Chen's fingers still touched something that shouldn't be touched.

A slippery piece of stuff wrapped around his fingers, leaving a puddle of liquid on it.

Xie Chen's body suddenly had a strong sense of awkwardness.

In the silent room, it seemed that there was no one.

Nothing grabbed its hand at all, but it grabbed itself.

Drops of blood slid down his arm.

The maid and the paper man just now, could it be that they are all hallucinations?

Xie Chen immediately grabbed the tip of his tongue and bit it hard, and the severe pain suddenly swept through his brain.

The scene in the surrounding room was also peeling away little by little, and finally shattered.

Xie Chen's face was in pain, and there was a sharp stabbing pain in his head, so that he couldn't care about the blood still stained on his hands, and covered his head with both hands.

When he opened his eyes again, a familiar mirror appeared in front of him.

The black and wriggling things were wrapped around his head like this, and his face was entangled in the mirror, so that only one eye remained.

Xie Chen screamed in fear, holding the thing on his head with both hands, tearing it desperately.

Those wriggling black objects, under the struggle of Xie Chen, began to wrap more and more tightly, even if Xie Chen hit his head in the mirror fiercely, it was to no avail.

In desperation, Xie Chen had no choice but to endure the severe pain, put his hand into his pocket, took out the pocket watch, and then pressed the button on the watch a few times.

Still nothing works.

A faint sound of gongs and drums came from outside.

Feeling his perspective slowly become broader, and the severe pain in his head gradually eased, Xie Chen fell to his knees and gasped for breath.

Drops of blood remained along his cheeks, and Xie Chen looked at the blood dripping on the ground, only to feel that his vision was a little blurry.

Until he touched his cheek again, several pains made Xie Chen grin.

After standing up and looking in the mirror, Xie Chen's whole person was also stunned.

A large area of blood red appeared on his face, and several entire wounds were distributed on his face.

It's like peeling off your own face alive.

Could it be that some weirdness in the strange world has acted on him?

But it doesn't make sense.

If it's really weirdly tainted, how can these reactions only happen now?

Wrong......

It's because the time of the dungeon is coming to an end, and all the counterattacks are coming.

"There seems to be the sound of gongs and drums just now."

"Where is this?"

After figuring out the cause and effect a little, Xie Chen slowly shifted his gaze to the surroundings.

What catches your eye is a pitch-black wooden board with mold.

"Isn't this the old bathroom?"

"But what about the bride in red?"

Xie Chen began to look back and forth throughout the bathroom, but there was no sign of him.

Compared to the previous bathroom, although it was not much different, it was obvious that there was a stronger smell of charcoal.

"The auspicious time has come."

An extremely shrill shout came from outside the bathroom, and the door opened at that moment.

Outside the dimly lit ancient house, there are white lights and candles, how does this look like the scene of a wedding ceremony?

Xie Chen only felt a little numb in his scalp, but two rickety pieces of paper poked out of the door, floating diagonally against the door.

The hollow eyes cut out with scissors just stared at Xie Chen.

Xie Chen spat and slowly walked towards the door.

After leaving the bathroom, several laughs followed, and the entire aisle was extremely dark.

The cold smell was particularly strong, and there was a heavy rancid stench.

This time, not only the white-faced paper man, but even the red paper and yellow paper also occupy most of the side.

I thought it was in an old house.

But until Xie Chen walked to the end of the corridor, he didn't come to the main hall.

What appeared in front of him was a gate that had been burned in half, and only charcoal remained.

Although Xie Chen hesitated for a moment, he finally gently placed his hand on the doorknob, which was already charred.

When the dark toner got on his hands, the door opened.

A faint flickering candle flame appeared in front of him.

It is a closed room.

It was pitch black.

Xie Chen looked at the table in front of him, which was covered with white strips of cloth with a big word written on it.

"Hee-hee-hee."

Shrill laughter echoed through the room, one after another.

Two blurred figures, one black and one white, appeared in front of him.

followed by the strange grimace of the paper matchmaker.

Two eyeballs with blood flowing out of the face were half-bulging on the face, and the other skin was torn into strips.

Xie Chen's lips trembled slightly, but he still followed up and asked the disgusting grimace.

"You're his mother?"

His voice echoed back and forth throughout the gloomy room, but he didn't get a direct answer.

The grimace loomed in the flames, as if it could disappear at any moment.

Just as the candle on the offering table was about to be extinguished.

The grimace suddenly lunged at him, then gradually enlarged.

"In the next life, this demon girl can't be married, can't be married......"

"Hahahaha......"

Xie Chen looked at the grimace printed in front of him, but he was still unmoved.

"Even if you don't say it, I know that you are his mother, and your son is also a short-lived thing?"

"If it weren't for a few stinky money and deceiving other people's mothers, you would be able to tell this family business to a short-lived ghost who is already dead?"

Xie Chen smiled contemptuously, but his eyes were also a little cold.

The grimace distorted under Xie Chen's words, as if it was about to roll into a ball.

"I won't let you say that about my son!"

"The woman...... It's all that slut! ”

"She killed!"

"She killed someone!"

Xie Chen looked at the distorted grimace in front of him and screamed hysterically, and couldn't help but feel ridiculous.

"What about you?"

"If there is no forced marriage to buy and sell, there will be no such thing."

"You can't live if you do your own iniquity."

The paper matchmaker's distorted grimace began to laugh.

"Hahahaha."

"But didn't they say that they really loved each other?"

Xie Chen's face was full of doubts, what did this mean?