Become a villain after transmigrating into an infinite game

Chapter 114
"Brother Daochang, the replacement time has come."

In the sedan chair, Mu Jing whispered, "Those two people have returned to normal."

"I remember that you are Sequence A," Song Jingyun leaned on the soft couch of the sedan chair with Erlang's legs crossed, and thought for a while, "Then your branding CD is 10 minutes—it's not bad, and the time is not too long. What's more, Quan Heng said she has a solution."

"it is good……"

Mu Jing nodded, suddenly worried, "My sister is chatting with the bride who was sitting in the sedan chair—the bride's sister seemed very surprised when she saw her."

"Can't you be surprised?" Song Jingyun's family lives in Guatian, and nodded with raised eyebrows, "That bride is the youngest generation in the Mu family compound, the granddaughter of the old lady you know."

"Ah?" Mu Jing was startled, "Why do they even bully their own children!"

After he was startled, he suddenly froze again, with dark clouds raining down on his head: "...it seems like this."

Song Jingyun said "Hi", took out melon seeds and peanuts from the small bag on the side of the sedan chair and stuffed them into Mu Jing's hands: "Don't be happy with things or sad with yourself, forget and be clean—since they treat you badly Don't miss them, forget that they live a happier life, don't say that you still have the right to love you now.

"I think she has special concern for the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled. I don't know how to comfort the little girl now."

As he spoke, the sedan chair under his seat shook suddenly, and the procession stopped.

It took less than 10 minutes and it was impossible to reach the destination. Song Jingyun, who was eating melon seeds in the sedan chair, was taken aback for a moment.

"Brother Daochang, the sedan chair has stopped."

Mu Jing patted Xiao Liu's head boredly, cheering up, "Are we there yet?"

"No," Song Jingyun, who raised the curtain of the bridal sedan chair, paused slightly, and his tone sank, "We didn't."

The sedan chair directly in front stopped, and a sedan chair was lifted from the front more than 50 meters away.

It's just that the color of the sedan chair was too bright, showing a kind of disharmony and weirdness, and it was even more gloomy under the light of the red lanterns carried by the wedding reception team.

Those blood lights gathered together, swaying with the wind, and the white mist spread in the night——

The next moment, several white paper figurines jumped out of the white mist, with only a piece of red silk tied around their waists.

In the white mist behind him, the outline of Xitang became more and more clear.The dark wind blew the car curtain, and in such a short moment, I saw the bride strangled in front of the car beam, her embroidered shoes dangling in the air.

"Illusion?" Song Jingyun was horrified, "The resentment on the tomb hill can already form an illusion..."

"Is the illusion a dead person?" Mu Jing asked in a low voice.

"Almost. Illusion is actually a cycle of qi. People are born with souls, and souls generate aura, which will return to the five elements of heaven and earth with life and death. If unnatural death, aura will turn into resentment, and if it gathers too much, it will give birth to evil spirits.

"Illusion is one of them. The soul trapped in the illusion will repeat what he experienced in his lifetime over and over again."

Two paper figurines lifted the red curtain of the sedan chair, and lifted the bride who was hanging in front of the sedan chair. Another paper figurine took a ladle of cold water and splashed the fainting bride awake.

She opened her eyes in bewilderment, only to see a few faceless paper figurines bent over, with red lips, a mouth that split the white paper in half, and a long tongue that was curled up faintly.

Song Jingyun's eyes darkened, "Of course, it will also pull other accomplices into the illusion and become 'actors'—what we are seeing now is the monster's wedding banquet."

In front of the sedan chair, the two paper figurines "looked" at each other, then turned their heads and dragged the hemp rope with thick wrists.

The water-splashing paper figurine dropped the bowl and reached out to clamp the bride's hands.

The thick hemp rope tightly choked the woman's breath, making her gasp and unable to utter a sound. She only tried to pull the hemp rope in vain, as if she was stretching out her hands to tear away the shackles and fate that bound her soul.

The two paper figurines dragged her into the hall——

The sky on the tomb mountain was dark and starless, the red candles in front of the hall dimly illuminated the gold border of the character [囍], the red silk satin was hidden in the darkness that could not be illuminated, and there was suffocation everywhere.

There is no Gaotang, and there is no groom.

……

There was a broken sob, blood dripping mixed with cinnabar.

Song Jingyun clenched his fists tightly, his veins spread, and his teeth were sore from clenching.

Mu Jing lowered his head and exclaimed in astonishment: "Brother Daochang, you are bleeding!"

Song Jingyun suddenly relaxed, and when he lowered his eyes, he saw blood on his palm.

"Brother Daochang... are you okay?" Mu Jing asked worriedly.

"It's okay," Song Jingyun said in a low voice, put his hands down and hid them in his wide sleeves, "don't worry about me."

He knows exactly what his current state is——

It's anger, it's guilt.

　The deletion was made as required, if you really want to see the specific version. . .Think about it, there is no cure.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)