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

The morning light was slightly cool, and a ray of white light cut through the sky, outlining a straight line.

Qin Mo opened the panel and then closed it again, his eyes slightly drooping.

Woo!

A small black dog walked leisurely and casually past the door of the groom's house.

Suddenly, the black dog looked around and saw no one. It sniffed in the direction of the wedding sedan in the yard and then whimpered softly.

The sobbing sound that sounded like crying but not crying echoed faintly in the courtyard.

When Qin Mo heard the voice, his slightly closed eyes flashed with a sharp dark light.

This sound meant that Tao Jiang and Jiao Yan had succeeded.

The air began to flow in the frozen time, and Qin Mo's eyelashes fluttered slowly.

Qin Mo turned sideways and knocked twice on the wall of the wooden wedding sedan.

dong dong!

The skinny black dog's small and delicate ears twitched slightly, and it keenly caught the faint sound and poked its head out to sniff in the direction of the wedding sedan.

The black dog's nose twitched a few times, and it stuck out its tongue to lick the dry nose tip until it became wet.

Suddenly, the black dog stopped licking, shook its ears slightly, and tilted its head to look sharply.

After staring at the void for a while, the black dog swung its tail vigorously left and right and quickened its pace to step into the shadow in the corner of the house.

After the black dog disappeared, the sound of orderly footsteps penetrated the morning mist from far away.

After a moment, the orderly footsteps stopped in front of the wedding sedan, and the courtyard fell into silence again.

The next moment after the footsteps disappeared, Qin Mo felt the heavy wedding sedan shaking under his feet and slowly becoming suspended in the air.

At the same time, as the wedding sedan moved, another orderly and consistent sound of footsteps stopped not far from the sedan.

Qin Mo rested one hand on the cushion of the wedding sedan to steady himself, while staring at the heavy curtains with eyes like swords.

A groom dressed neatly in black groom's suit flashed through the gap in the sedan chair curtain, with a just right smile on his face.

There is only a pair of eyes, cold as frost and still as dead water.

It's like a puppet with a soulless face and lifeless eyes, controlled by silk strings.

The groom stood at the front of the wedding sedan, surrounded by three or four people.

The village chief, who was in charge, raised his hand to signal, and a group of people carried the wedding sedan on their shoulders and slowly set off towards the bride's home.

Suddenly, when the wedding procession was halfway there, a burst of whispered conversations seemed to be thrown into an oil pan and instantly exploded beside the wedding sedan.

There was an uproar of voices, and the noisy sound instantly penetrated the heavy curtains of the sedan chair and reached Qin Mo's ears.

"It's over...it's over, the groom is here to pick up the bride, he's calling you back..."

"Shh!".

"There seems to be someone in the sedan..."

"Today is the wedding. Do you have any clues about the second one?"

"Wait, don't say anything more, let's go first."

……

The people on both sides of the wedding sedan were whispering to each other, and the sedan swayed and left them behind.

The intermittent conversation slowly faded away from Qin Mo's ears.

The curtain of the sedan chair swayed, and people with different expressions quickly disappeared from Qin Mo's sight.

The people that caught my eye were basically those who were temporarily staying in the same courtyard, and each of their faces exuded a sense of familiarity.

The gossipy villagers rarely came out to join in the fun.

As the sun rose to the middle of the sky, the wedding procession, after circling the village, finally entered the bride's home.

The wedding sedan shook violently, and Qin Mo saw the village chief and his entourage leading the group enter a spacious house.

Various objects in the room were tied with black silk in different styles, adding a touch of weirdness to the bustle.

In the last bit of space, Qin Mo saw a familiar hunched figure, holding a bronze mirror in his hand and walking towards him.

Miss the old woman and look forward.

On both sides of the chairs in the hall are placed fruits that symbolize happiness, and on the exquisitely arranged plates are two middle-aged men sitting upright.

This thorny rose of Zhaojun was created by two middle-aged men.

Qin Mo turned his gaze again, and the two figures leaning against each other instantly caught his attention.

Tao Jiang and Jiao Yan sat with their heads leaning against each other on one side of the main hall, staring quietly at the wedding sedan in which Qin Mo was sitting, their eyes flickering.

Qin Mo vaguely felt that his gaze intersected with the other two's for a moment.

The bearers carrying the wedding sedan placed it steadily in the living room of the bride's house. Then the village chief and his entourage left the groom alone standing in front of the sedan, and the others split into two groups and stood aside.

The people blocking the wedding sedan made way for it, and a hunchbacked old woman holding an exquisite copper-patterned mirror in her hand immediately walked to the front of the sedan and raised the bronze mirror in her hand to shine inside the sedan.

The old woman's voice was trembling as she muttered something and moved the bronze mirror in her hand left and right.

Inside the wedding sedan opposite the bronze mirror, Qin Mo had a complicated look in his eyes: “…”

Hmm...he seems like a monster reflected by the magic mirror.

Huh! The monster is showing his true form soon.

Qin Mo shook his head as if he was hearing hallucinations.

After taking the photo, the old woman put away the bronze mirror and left.

Along the way, countless onlookers followed the wedding procession into the bride's house.

Various obscure sights were like infrared detectors, scanning the house back and forth without missing any suspicious corner.

Then the scenes of the bride entering the wedding sedan and bidding farewell to her parents were skipped, but no one showed any strange expression.

In the main hall, only the groom bowed slowly to the bride's parents. After the bride's parents accepted the bow, they stood up and watched the wedding party lift the wedding sedan chair again.