Global Erosion: Non-Human Claims to Be My Mr.

The two men swiftly climbed over the wall and stepped onto the bluestone road.

Qin Mo stepped on the hard ground beneath his feet and glanced over.

Although I don’t know the background of the battlefield, from the outline of the village I saw before, I can see that the whole village still maintains an old style.

The house they live in now is also the same. The door at the entrance is still an old-fashioned wooden one, and the door latch is just two wooden sticks as thick as arms.

It's okay to defend against wild beasts, but it's unlikely to defend against people.

For example, these two people don't follow the beaten path.

The reason why Qin Mo's eyes lingered on his feet was because what he was stepping on was not mud but neatly arranged bluestone slabs.

Such specifications are not found in an ordinary village. In the past, it would have been at least a town.

The village chief is not the village chief, but the town chief.

But this is really a real village, and it is a sparsely populated village located deep in the mountains.

The village was shrouded in the thick night, a strange yet harmonious atmosphere.

It is like a beautiful girl holding a pipa with her face half covered, making people want to personally lift the veil behind the pipa to see her true face.

Suddenly, Tao Jiang asked Qin Mo in a low voice:

"Brother Xu Mo, did you hear any sound?"

Shhh!

Qin Mo turned back with a vigilant look and put a finger to his lips, signaling Tao Jiang to be quiet.

Tao Jiang nodded to show that he understood.

Then, the two of them disappeared into the darkness together.

The sound that reached Qin Mo and the others' ears became more and more obvious.

Slowly, the village chief who had just met appeared on the village road, holding a big red lantern and leading a group of people.

Everyone was dressed in a strange red color and was muttering something.

Qin Mo's eyes were caught by a conspicuous dark red color in the crowd. It was a Chinese-style wedding sedan.

The shape of the top of the wedding sedan is very similar to the top of a pagoda with eaves on all four corners, and the whole thing is made of wood.

Right in front of them was a woman holding a round copper mirror with patterns in her hands. She had her back to the wedding sedan and was quietly following the large group with her eyes lowered.

Qin Mo's eyes fell on the round mirror in the woman's hand, and he did not move for a long time.

The copper patterned round mirror was dull and lifeless in the dim sky, as if locking the endless night beneath its smooth surface.

The bronze mirror sensed Qin Mo's gaze and tried to swallow up Qin Mo's gaze along with the incomparable night.

Qin Mo frowned and quickly looked away.

It seemed that if he was a moment later, his soul would be completely captured by the bronze mirror.

In a moment, Qin Mo avoided the strange bronze mirror and turned his eyes back to the dark red wedding sedan.

After carefully counting the number of candles flickering with faint flames on the dark red wedding sedan, Qin Mo's eyes darkened and his brows furrowed.

The number of candles on the wedding sedan is actually an odd number...

Unconsciously, the ominous atmosphere over the village became thicker and thicker.

wrong!

Qin Mo pursed his lips.

Whether it is the woman holding a round mirror with her back to the wedding sedan or the number of candles on the sedan being odd, these two points violate the rules of welcoming the bride in a sedan.

The correct rule for welcoming the bride and groom in a wedding sedan is that the bearers should carry the sedan to the groom's house on the afternoon of the wedding day.

In terms of time, the starting point of the sedan chair was far away and the mountain road was difficult to walk on, so the sedan chair did not arrive at the groom's house until midnight.

But having the wrong number of candles in the wedding sedan is really a big taboo.

Even if the family did not truly want to marry the bride, they would not dare to do it so blatantly in front of everyone who came to congratulate them.

Unless, they don't want to live in this area anymore.

Otherwise, the rumors spread behind the scenes would be enough to make them live their simple lives without daring to look up at the sun.

There are two important rules for welcoming the bride in a wedding sedan.

One is "liang jiao" (bright sedan chair); the other is "zhao jiao" (light sedan chair).

"Lit up the sedan chair" means that the bearers responsible for carrying the wedding sedan chair not only have to carry it to the groom's house in the afternoon of the first day of the wedding, but also have to place the prepared red candles in the sedan chair and light them at night.

There was a big problem with the "showing the sedan chair" link, and the other "illuminating the sedan chair" link was not much better.

"Looking at the sedan chair" originally meant that on the wedding day, the bearers would carry the sedan chair to the bride's living room. At this time, the bride would ask an older woman who was recognized by the general public to have a happy life to look into the sedan chair with a bronze mirror.

Qin Mo took a quick look and found that all these rules were wrong.

The seemingly reasonable wedding reception process is full of loopholes.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from nowhere, wanting to get some good luck in advance, and impulsively lifted a corner of the veil of the wedding sedan.

Qin Mo's pupils shrank suddenly and he felt a chill on his back.

The candles placed randomly inside the wedding sedan were not red candles, but a row of white candles.

The swaying flame on the white candle melted the wax, and the brightly burned wax hung on the side like a teardrop.

In the blink of an eye, the true appearance of the wedding sedan was once again obscured by the hazy and transparent veil that fell.

The village chief and his entourage also carried the wedding sedan and disappeared at the end of the bluestone slab from Qin Mo and the others' sight, and their mumblings drifted away with the wind in the dark night.

"Depend on!".

"What the hell?"

"It gives me goosebumps."

Tao Jiang rubbed his arms vigorously, feeling uncomfortable after the wedding procession disappeared.

Qin Mo nodded upon hearing this, his mind still recalling the last white candle shadow he saw.