The Plow

This is more like a horror pantomime.

The hall was full of dignitaries, but all the guests were silent.

Not only was there no sound, but even his expressions and movements were stiff and dull.

Ling Shu only felt that his neck was about to break, and he was afraid that he would be out of place if he wanted to move, so he could only endure it.

Seven or eight tables surrounded the open space in front, where a two-tiered platform was built, neither high nor low, just for everyone to see.

But Ling Shu felt that it didn't matter if he could see it or not. Except for fake "living dead" like him, no one present would have any idea. He tried to find Yue Dingtang's location, although there were not many people present. , but the light was very dim, and it was difficult to confirm where Lao Yue was when he couldn't look around.

It is also possible that Yue Dingtang is not here at all.

Everyone sat upright, the so-called wedding banquet didn't have any festive atmosphere, it was more like a ghost marriage.

As soon as the idea came up, people came in.

It was the man who had just led them out of the cell with a lantern.

This time Ling Shu probably saw his appearance clearly.

The two eyeball lanterns with mostly white eyes also seem to be hanging on a horse's face. When staring straight at a person, it can make anyone's heart tremble.

Ling Shu thought it would be better if he didn't see clearly, although he was born with good looks, it's rare to be born so creepy, like he was born to stay in the dark without seeing the sun, suppressing his breath in a humid and cramped corner, not daring to come into contact with any sunlight.

Two people followed the man.

To be exact, it was a young man and a middle-aged woman holding a photo.

Ling Shu almost made a sound.

Isn't that Wu Wu?

And the woman in the photo, isn't it Miss Feng San who just died not long ago?

So this is really a ghost marriage?

The so-called dark marriages are usually given by folk parents who are afraid that their children will be lonely in the underworld. There are also ghost marriages where the living and the dead are married, but those are usually poor people who can't live on and sell their children and ration them to those who died early. For a son from a rich family, for a young talent like Wu Wu, even if Miss Feng San died unfortunately, the Wu family would not allow him to marry Miss Feng San's tablet, let alone the woman who married Wu Wu later. house.

However, this scene was actually staged in front of Ling Shu.

"The auspicious time has come, the newcomer pays homage!"

The horse-faced man gave a serious look, and even yelled coldly.

Wu Wu, dressed in a red robe and a red flower, walked slowly, ordering a movement, followed by bending and bowing. The middle-aged woman also hugged the photo and did the same movement.

Leaving out the part of worshiping heaven and earth and parents, and going directly to the husband and wife worshiping each other, Ling Shu intuitively felt that this wedding feast was not just as simple as letting them come to watch the ceremony, but at the moment he couldn't think of anything wrong, so he had to wait and see.

But the man with the horse face waved his hand, and a bride in a wheelchair was pushed out.

She hangs her head slightly, life and death are unknown, only the profile is very familiar.

Ling Shu secretly stretched his neck, trying to catch a glimpse of the faint light, but suddenly remembered her identity when the horse-faced man approached the woman with a candle.

Miss Feng San? !

Ling Shu almost let his voice burst out of his throat, but somehow he held back.

Feng Zhenzhu had obviously hanged herself, and they had seen the body at Feng's house, so why did she appear here again?Could it be that someone stole the corpse?

What do these people want her body for?

He soon knew the answer.

"Feng Zhenzhu is a loyal believer of our God, and is willing to dedicate his body and soul to our God. Since you are loyal today, you will take this as your reward. From now on, you must be grateful for your loyalty, and you will hear it Yet?"

The man with the horse face said slowly, Ling Shu stared at his mouth, the latter did not move, but the voice came from the other party.

He once heard that there are people in the world who are good at ventriloquism, who can make sounds with the harmonized breath of the abdomen. Outsiders don't know it, and it is easy to mistake it for ghosts and gods. Presumably this person is the master of ventriloquism in legends, and in Qinglong Villa, there are Quite a few people like this have used this method to pretend to be ghosts and create terror since they were picking up people at the Yang family.

The people at the scene were all under control, so naturally no one would respond.

Seeing that no one got up to answer, Ling Shu continued to sit with peace of mind, but then he couldn't sit still.

Because the person who came out with the wheelchair bent down and unbuttoned Feng Zhenzhu's clothes, and then took out a sharp dagger from nowhere, aimed it at the corpse's chest, and cut a piece of flesh and blood.

The person has been dead for three days, the blood is naturally gone, the weather is still quite hot, Ling Shu doesn't know what method they used to preserve it, the corpse does not emit any peculiar smell, but the matter of Lingchi's corpse is really too scary, he has never heard of it, and for a while He forgot to respond, and could only stare dumbfounded as they cut off pieces of Miss Feng San's body, put them into bowls, and served them to the tables.

This is... asking them to eat the corpse raw?

There was only one corpse, but there was not much meat in each bowl, only the size of a finger.

Those whose minds have been controlled are naturally unaware, but Ling Shu is sober, so it is impossible for him to eat dead bodies, but everyone is eating them, and if he does not eat them alone, he will be exposed soon.

At some point, several "black gowns" stood at the four corners of the venue, watching everyone's every move with their eyes. Anyone who didn't fit in with the group would be caught out immediately.

The small red-bottomed bowl in front of Ling Shu soon got a small piece of Miss Feng San's meat.

The pungent stench of corruption was looming, and he needed a lot of effort to resist the urge to cover his nose and retch.

The people next to him turned a blind eye and remained motionless, as if their sense of smell was blocked.

The sullen voice of the middle-aged man sounded again.

"These meats are blessed meats that have been blessed and blessed by our God. Eating them can add blessings and increase longevity, and there are infinite blessings. When you first enter my door and eat these meats, you will be considered as your own. In and out together, good and bad are shared. Alright, let's eat!"

After the other party finished speaking, they clapped their hands, the three sounds seemed to be some kind of order or signal, and the people around Ling Shu lowered their heads in unison, picking up the meat in the bowl with their chopsticks.

Ling Shu: ...

He was half a beat slow, trying to keep up with the rhythm, but when other people put the meat into their mouths, he really couldn't make it, not to mention that it was Miss Feng San's meat, although Miss Feng San was dead, this At any rate, they can be regarded as half acquaintances, and most importantly, this is human flesh!

Harm of the same kind, that's what animals do, dissecting Feng Zhenzhu in front of him, and making him eat dead human flesh, normal people would not do it, but this is precisely an important criterion for testing whether this person has been completely hypnotized.

Ling Shu was very entangled, it was impossible to eat, at most he would use fake actions to trick him, and put the meat in his pocket first, anyway, the light here is so dark, he is not the only one, and the watchers may not be able to find out.

He picks up the piece of corpse tremblingly with his chopsticks, and he has already started to regret coming to this ghostly place. It's really like an unowned netherland where demons dance wildly. Lao Yue disappeared, and Shen Renjie was also tricked. Heavy.

But even if he wants to leave right now, he doesn't know how to get out, and Ling Shu doesn't even know where to go when he leaves this door.

If Lao Yue is here, is he also fighting between heaven and man, or is he really planning to eat this piece of meat?

For a few seconds, there was a burst of vomiting sounded one after another, which was extremely ear-piercing in the quiet venue.

Ling Shu really wanted to turn his head to look, but seeing that no one around him moved, he had no choice but to hold back.

He saw the middle-aged man's expression change, and he said sharply, "Take him down!"

There was the movement of tables and chairs tumbling from behind, and young girls screaming and running. The chaos soon spread to this side. Ling Shu's back was pushed hard, and he fell forward involuntarily, and his face almost fell on the spot. On the corpse!

He didn't have time to savor the scent of that piece of corpse, and hurriedly turned around while taking advantage of the confusion, only to see a girl's figure running wildly among the crowd in the dimness, tripping over a table and chair in the middle, getting up quickly, and quickly disappearing into the darkness middle.

There was a mess in the darkness, an unknown number of people were pushed down and injured, and the sounds of ouch and pain kept coming and going.

In this case, even a person who is deeply hypnotized will wake up from the dream.

"Ouch, who hit me!"

"It hurts!"

"Where is this? Where am I!"

It's like throwing a piece of dough into a pot of boiling oil, and it will crackle instantly and become quiet.

Ling Shu didn't need to look, he knew that the middle-aged man's face was dark.

"Block the front and rear doors, and take her down for me!"

If you don't stir the water at this time, when will you wait?

Ling Shu has already moved.

He grabbed the tablecloth and flipped it over!

Crash, everything shattered to the ground, and all the people around the Eight Immortals Table were also knocked away.

He jumped onto the table, used the tablecloth to tear off all the candles on the chandelier, the fire ignited the tablecloth, Ling Shu quickly rolled into a ball, and threw it at the thugs who were rushing towards him. The table, directly use the table as a shield in front of the body and rush towards the crowd!

No one thought that there was a bomb like Ling Shu hidden in these hypnotized people, who suddenly ignited the scene, and he went on a rampage, directly turning the previous local chaos into global chaos.

The venue without the twilight fell into complete darkness, and even the middle-aged man could only yell in vain in the darkness, even if someone followed his order to chase, he didn't know who to chase.

Yang Chunhe remembered that there are two doors here.

One is the front door they came in, but there is also a back door.

Her heartbeat increased, and she wanted to take advantage of the chaos to find the back door and escape from here.

It wasn't because she wanted to expose it on purpose, but she couldn't hold back the feeling of vomiting when she saw the shocking corpse. The moment she raised her hand to cover her mouth, she realized that she was being stared at by the middle-aged man. live.

The other party has discovered that her mind is not under control!

Yang Chunhe didn't care about anything else, turned around and ran away, tripped and fell to the ground in a panic, and was almost caught. She stayed here for a few days, knowing that this place was scary, and also expected what methods the other party would use to deal with it Her mind was confused for a while, and she was unable to react in time. Fortunately, there was another confusion elsewhere, so she was able to crawl towards the small door.

The little door is unlocked!

Yang Chunhe was overjoyed, but there was an extra hand on his shoulder.

Ah!

She almost screamed, her mouth was quickly covered, and her body was pushed forward. When the door opened, the two of them disappeared behind the door.