"Pass the time."

The sound of the elimination sound is constantly coming from the mobile phone:

“very good~”

“unbelievable~”

In the sound of joyful games, everyone who is ready to face the big battle, full of seriousness, fear and worry, relaxes themselves a little.

There's no way, under this background music, I can't get nervous if I want to.

"Whew-"

The overhead lights flickered, and the closed door was violently pushed open.

All eyes turned to it.

It was pitch black outside the door.

The joyful sound of beating gongs and drums came from far and near, and it was ethereal and unreal.

The sound of suona is mixed in it, and it is very obvious.

"It's a ghost marriage!" And the micro-path chief stood up abruptly.

The secret marriage is more serious than they expected.

"When we saw the sedan chair before, we should have thought, for no reason, why should we use a sedan chair to take Mr. Zang over, if it is a secret marriage, it will make sense." And the micro road long face solemn.

Xie Qinci: "Is it difficult to solve the secret marriage? ”

Directly using a sedan chair to pick up, it means that the other party has closed the eight characters with Mr. Zang, and now only the process of worshipping the hall is missing, and the wedding is completed. Close the eight characters and welcome the kiss, which is equivalent to the woman has agreed to ......"

"But I'm a man!" Lao Zang was sad and angry.

And Wei Daochang: "This ......"

"Maybe the other party is a female ghost," Gu Mian said, "Has Mr. Zang ever been married?" If it is already married, does this count as bigamy? ”

"It's over, but it's gone." Lao Zang was very tired.

"Oh, then don't worry about bigamy."

Hearing their conversation, the Taoist elders: ".................."

Is that the point?!

The yin wind blew in from the open door, the footsteps approached with the sound of the wind, and in just a few words, the sedan chair approached from the unreachable distance to the eyes.

A ghost dressed in red carried a sedan chair into the house.

It should be festive music, but it is accompanied by a lingering sense of coldness.

The sedan chair fell to the ground.

"Please get the bride on the sedan chair—" A matchmaker-like ghost walked out of the side of the sedan chair and was stunned when he saw a group of people in the room.

"Why are there so many brides? A sedan chair is not enough to sit? "The matchmaker ghost is in trouble.

Gu Mian heard its muttering, relying on Brother Xie by his side, and complained boldly: "You still take so many brides, you think it's quite beautiful." ”

The matchmaker ghost stared at everyone with glowing green eyes, and the person it watched had goosebumps on his body.

In the end, the matchmaker's gaze stopped at Xie Qinci: "Here you look the most peugeot, let's take you over first, this look, the king will like it when he sees it!" ”

Gu Mian and others: ".................."

Are you serious?

As soon as you pick it up, you will pick up a king bomb.

Chapter 40

"Wait, that's not right," a Taoist chief said in a trance, "Aren't you only able to connect the eight characters?" ”

There were so many people present, only the producer Lao Zang was eligible.

The Taoist leaders thought that after the sedan chair came, the goal of the meeting was to take away Lao Zang, but they didn't think that the other party would come and examine them all, and they wanted to take them all away.

"Isn't it possible to get on the bus first and pay the ticket later?" The matchmaker ghost didn't care, "There are few of you people who do this?" I brought him back, and I was afraid that he would not be able to escape? ”

Daoists: ".................."

"Do you want to praise you for keeping up with the times?" Xie Qin raised his eyebrows.

The matchmaker covered her face with a fan and said with a smile: "False praise, false praise." ”

Then he said: "The bride should get on the sedan chair quickly, don't miss the auspicious time." ”

Don't look at it and look good to speak, a pair of green eyes are staring at Xie Qinci, the ghost aura on his body is permeated, and the kissing ghost by the sedan chair is eyeing him, and there is no doubt that once Xie Qinci refuses, they will rob him.

"Brother Xie, do you really want to go?"

Xie Qinqi was beside him, Gu Mian tugged at his sleeve and asked in a low voice.

"I haven't sat in a sedan chair like this before, you can give it a try." Xie Qinci looked at the sedan chair in front of him with great interest, and walked forward.

His fearless appearance made the matchmaker stunned for a moment.

Xie Qinci stood by the sedan chair and turned around: "Aren't you leaving?" ”

It was the first time for the matchmaker ghost to meet such an active one, and her tone was stunned: "Go, let's go." ”

The ghost on the side of the sedan opened the sedan curtain, and the red sedan chair was pitch black, as if the big mouth of a giant beast was open, waiting for the prey to take the initiative to deliver it to the door.

"Xie Dao......" Thinking that he couldn't reveal Xie Qinci's identity, he paused with Wei Dao's long voice, and asked eagerly, "Mr. Xie, think twice......"

Xie Qinci was about to get on the sedan chair when he stopped.

The matchmaker's mouth cracked to the ear: "The bride is going to regret it?" ”

At the same time, the temperature in the house dropped sharply, and the yin air soared.

The Dao Masters took out their magic weapons with serious faces.

"Oh no, them off!"

"Mr. Xie, be careful!"

Xie Qinci was in the middle of the yin spirit, and he was the most affected, in the yin wind, everyone struggled to maintain their figure, only he, standing in place, unaffected by anything.

"When did I say I was going to go back?" Xie Qinci turned around, "I just want to invite guests to a wedding and bring them with you." ”

"Huh?" The matchmaker's ghost was about to explode when he was interrupted by Xie Qinci.

Gu Mian and the others followed behind the greeting team and came to the lair of this group of ghosts.

The greeting procession walked through the fog, and the head of the micro road followed behind him, and in the silence, someone shouted: "Let's just follow the past?" ”

Gu Mian looked east and west, his face full of curiosity: "It turns out that receiving yin relatives is like this." ”

Shi Yangrong followed closely beside Daoist Hewei: "Aren't you scared at all?" ”

"A little." But not much.

I don't know how long it took to stop.

Little by little, the fog in front of us dissipated, revealing the house behind the fog.

It is a retro house, and the house is furnished half-white and half-happy, indescribably weird.

"This is the house in Mr. Zang's dream." And the micro-channel chief observes the surroundings.

Lao Zang and Luo Dao were protected by several Taoist elders in the middle, and from the moment they entered the house, Lao Zang's face was very bad.

The house was so familiar to him, he had walked through it over and over again in his dreams, and not long ago he had been subjected to a purgatory-like torture here, so much so that when he saw the familiar scenery, his heart subconsciously ached.

The house was filled with joy and earth, noisy and quiet.

The matchmaker ghost led everyone into the house: "The bride has arrived—"

Inside, a chilly wind blew in, and everyone's eyes were squinted.

The matchmaker ghost led the ghosts to crouch and make a welcoming gesture.

The temperature in the room was getting lower and lower, and Gu Mian struggled to open his eyes in the strong wind and met a pair of huge eyes.

"Ho!"

He was so frightened that he stepped back, bumped into something, and knocked over people and things together, making a loud "bang".

It's cooler around.

The wounds on Gu Mian's body were dripping with blood.

The smell of blood pervades the air, and another, even more indescribable smell invades the nose.

Among the group of ghosts kneeling, Xie Qin's words standing straight were particularly obvious.

The black mist was wrapped in a yin wind and attacked Xie Qinci, and Sen Leng's voice came from the black mist: "You are the bride who accepted my dowry?" ”

The eyes in the black mist were mixed with presumptuousness and covetousness, Xie Qinci's fingers hanging on his side moved, and before he could make a move, the matchmaker ghost on the side trembled and spoke:

"The king, he's not, the bride who received the dowry is over there."

Looking at the place where the matchmaker ghost was pointing, the bald, pot-bellied old Zang appeared in its field of vision.

The black mist distorted for a moment, and Sen Han's voice sounded: "How do you do things?" ”

"King, he doesn't matter, I will bring you a more suitable bride, you are absolutely satisfied!" The matchmaker ghost doesn't know what kind of virtue the ghost in the black fog is, and when she goes to pick up Lao Zang, her first reaction is that something bad is wrong.

If it takes Lao Zang directly, it will be the first to be eaten.

So when it saw that there were so many people in the house, it didn't want to choose the best one among them, so as to calm the king's anger a little.

In its heart, it secretly hated that its subordinates were ineffective and that something had gone wrong.

"No, you gave the dowry yourself, why do you still dislike the master?" Gu Mian covered his injured arm and stood up.

"And you have brought Mr. Zang here in your dreams again and again, you shouldn't have known what he looked like?" Gu Mian looked at the black mist with an angry face, "Scumbag, no, scumbag!" ”

"What did you say?" The black mist surged violently.