The time-traveling husband is also comprehensible

A group of seven people stood in the empty and gloomy city, and there was no one in the city.

The sound of gongs and drums was getting closer and closer. It seemed that there was a street across the street. Anyone who was born and bred in Qingshan Town would know that the sound would come here immediately after turning a corner.

There was a long red carpet on the ground, extending all the way into the city. They walked along that blanket for a while, feeling that they were getting closer to the sound of drums and gongs.

Wei An seemed to have realized something, and said cautiously: "This road seems to lead to my home... how does the monster know where my home is? Father and mother will not be in any danger, right?"

Ding Baocheng: "No, these scenes are all imagined by yourself. When you express your wish, the scenes that appear in your imagination will be collected by the forest, and your consciousness has been connected with this forest."

Wei An thought for a while, the scene of the marriage he imagined before was indeed in the city, but he imagined that there were a lot of people at that time, so he didn't feel the strangeness of this kind of empty and festive foil.

Only then did he feel relieved, rubbed his arms and said, "It's scary, familiar and unfamiliar at the same time... This feeling is too uncomfortable."

"You'll feel comfortable right away. Look, your bride is here." Ding Baocheng pointed to the dark street.

Wei An blushed when he heard this: "Can you really marry a wife?"

Ding Baocheng laughed, and Wei An's scalp tingled when he laughed.

I saw a group of chariots and horses walking along the red carpet, and the ceremonies and music beside them were loud, especially loud in the empty city.

Wei An looked at the escorts with sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, "The bride...won't she look like this too?"

Ding Baocheng remembered that he was ridiculed like this back then, and said, "Why are you curious about what the bride looks like, why don't you go and see for yourself."

Wei An quickly waved his hand: "No more."

Kong Mingfan saw his uneasy expression, walked over and tugged at his sleeve, Ding Baocheng glanced at him and then turned his head to look at the marriage team who were as pale as paper and did not appear to be serious.

Seeing that he did not refuse, Kong Mingfan grabbed his finger aggressively.

Ding Baocheng snorted, and was about to speak when he heard the sound of horns in the Buddhist scriptures procession stop.

Walking out of the queue was an old man bent over and shaking a round fan. His hair was coiled up, he was wearing a calico blouse, there was a mole on his lip, and he was dressed like a matchmaker.

He walked up to the few people blocking the road expressionlessly, glanced at the crowd with his small eyes, and then quickly fell on Wei An: "Wei Xianggong, our son has been waiting for you for a long time, Please get on the sedan chair."

Wei An was horrified by his deeply sunken eyes, because this old man had no pupils...

And when he got closer, he realized that his face was made of mud. Although it was done perfectly, the expression on his face was very unnatural, as if the mud would fall off when he moved.

"Matchmaker, the auspicious time has come. If Wei Xianggong still refuses to get on the sedan chair, he should be tied up." The two servants carrying the sedan chair suggested that they stared at Wei An, their lips moved stiffly, and they could vaguely see Their teeth are sharp and their tongues are blood red.

Wei An glanced at Ding Baocheng anxiously, saw that he nodded, and then bravely followed the matchmaker into the sedan chair.

When the matchmaker watched him go up, a smile appeared on his old orange-peel face. His voice was cold and stiff, as if he didn't speak often, so he was a little jerky: "Guests, please come and have a cup of wedding with us."

Although he used the word please, his tone was undeniable: "Chain them."

He welcomed Kang Le and saw a few little servants who were hunched over and couldn't even walk straight. They came with shackles in their hands and wanted to put them in handcuffs.

Seeing this, Wang Xiuming held the long sword behind his back, and Ding Baocheng raised his hand to stop it: "It's okay."

Wang Xiuming frowned: "Just let them put us in shackles?"

Ding Baocheng stretched out his hand first, and let the man who was waiting with handcuffs put it on him. He shook the chain on his hand that was as thick as a finger: "What are you afraid of? How beautiful."

Seeing this, Wang Xiuming put away the one-inch sword that had been drawn out, but was still hesitating.

Kong Mingfan stretched out his hand: "Come on."

It was too late for Wang Xiuming to stop it. Seeing that Ding Baocheng was wearing the Kongming fan, he had no choice but to extend his hand: "I feel like I'm a fish on the chopping board, just waiting to be slaughtered."

Lin Jinxuanlang and Kong Derui didn't put up much resistance, and they all handcuffed them.

They walked forward behind the sedan chair, left the city and began to go to the suburbs.

Wei An sat in the sedan chair and looked out from the window of the sedan chair: "Mr. Ding..."

Ding Baocheng walked up to him, and the other accompanying sedan chairmen didn't move their eyes and naturally didn't stop him: "What's wrong?"

Wei An: "Let me worship later, should I worship or not?"

Ding Baocheng thought for a while: "Responsiveness, if you want to worship, you can worship."

Wei An was stunned when he heard this: "Sir Ding, stop joking! Is this what I want? If I pay my respects, I won't be able to leave. What should I do if my father's medicine hasn't been found for me..."

Ding Baocheng was amused by his confused expression: "Then I won't say goodbye."

Wei An was unhappy again: "Then it's the first time I'm married to a daughter-in-law at such a young age, and it's so hard for me to pay homage to my wife. I don't want to thank you."

Ding Baocheng: "..."

Kong Mingfan didn't know when he came over, his head passed Ding Baocheng, and said to Wei An in a low voice: "You can go to the church first, and if the new bride is liked by you, I will abduct her back home."

Wei An's face brightened, "What if you don't like it?"

The smile at the corner of Kong Mingfan's mouth deepened: "I don't like you leaving with us, and no one can do anything to you if you leave him behind."

Ding Baocheng looked at the forehead line of Kong Mingfan, his breath sprayed on his face intentionally or unintentionally, Ding Baocheng frowned and took a step back: "You guys talk, I'm leaving."

Wei An hurriedly waved at Ding Baocheng, seeing that he really walked behind the sedan chair and ignored him, and said with a bitter face, "Why doesn't Mr. Ding want to see you? What if he doesn't save me when I talk to you?"

"Then you can stay here and be the monster's husband. Anyway, you want to marry a wife. It's not a loss." Kong Mingfan smiled coldly and walked back slowly.

Anyway, he didn't really want to talk to Wei An, he just came here because he didn't want Ding Baocheng to get so close to Wei An, now that his goal has been achieved, he can retire.

Ding Baocheng looked back at Kong Mingfan calmly and smiled at him with a tricky smile on his face, he couldn't help but look at the sedan chair expressionlessly and ignore Kong Mingfan.

After leaving the city, the scene changed drastically, and soon they came to a valley full of flowers and thick pine trees. They arrived at a village in the forest, and the stagnant atmosphere began to come alive.

There were people coming and going in the village, and they looked exquisite and beautiful, but their movements were as stiff as those in the wedding reception team.

Ding Baocheng felt a little recovered. He tried to open his eyes, and sure enough, he saw that the people in the village who were busy hearing the sound were transformed from monsters.

Their prototypes are many foxes of different colors, all of which are about a hundred years old. Ding Baocheng thought to himself, "So they are fox spirits."

Looking at the people in the reception team in front of them are all paper figurines, only the leading matchmaker is an old fox, he is almost 300 years old.

Ding Baocheng thought about the disparity between his strength and his own. If he wasn't injured and didn't spend so much cultivation in the previous battle, he should be able to fight.

Now... He squeezed his fingers, thinking that he should stop hitting if he can.

Admitting cowardice is also a strategy.

The people in the village surrounded the sedan chairs, and a group of people crowded together to a square in the center of the village. There were many blue stone sculptures of fox heads and human bodies in the square. It seemed that they had been standing here for many years, and the edges and corners were smoothed by weathering. .

Ding Baocheng walked up to the fox stone sculptures. He looked up and found that all the stone sculptures held a vase of wintersweet flowers in their left hands.

The wintersweet flowers are made vividly, with budding buds on the thin stone stems.

The sedan chair stopped in the middle of the square, and the paper figurine band began to play music desperately. Along with the sound of drums, a man in red with a seductive face came from a road covered with petals.

Everyone knelt down one after another. Wang Xiuming stared at the young man in red and said coldly, "The thousand-year-old fox demon."

Ding Baocheng nodded.

The handsome man in red clothes raised his eyebrows and looked at Wang Xiuming, with a shocking smile on the corner of his mouth, and his voice was contemptuous and full of tenderness: "Come to someone's house as a guest, but secretly It's not good to speak ill of people."

In an instant, he was waving his sleeves and approached with a smile.

Only then did he see clearly that the corners of his slightly slanted eyes contained endless love, and his clothes danced lightly.

Ding Baocheng frowned and looked at his red dress. It was not a traditional robe, but it looked like a foreigner's dress.

He didn't wear shoes, only a red rope was tied around his ankle, and a small bell was strung on the rope. As he walked, there was a crisp silver bell. The sound was not loud but very clear and pleasant.

Wang Xiuming turned his face away without saying a word.

"Mr. Hu, you are here!" Seeing the strange silence of these people, the vixens who were kneeling on the ground kowtowed to break the embarrassment.

"Yeah." The man in red replied with a smile: "What are you kneeling for? Hurry up and sacrifice to the fox fairy. After the sacrifice, drink a cup of wine. I'm waiting to enter the bridal chamber."

The sons and grandchildren of the fox heard the words and hurriedly got up and started playing deafening music again. The matchmaker said to Mr. Hu: "Please open the sedan chair curtain."

"Is the marriage of the human race so troublesome?" Mr. Hu touched his chin.

The matchmaker nodded, took out an old pamphlet from his sleeve, tapped it with his fingers, and turned it over to show Mr. Hu: "Look, Mr. Sixteen, it's all written...you have to open the car curtain first, then Let the bride step over the brazier, and then pray to heaven and earth, and the bride can sleep after drinking a cup of wine, today is an auspicious day..."

Ding Baocheng glanced at it. It was an old almanac of unknown age. There were deep yellowish stains on the side of the book, which looked like blood.

They probably picked it up from some dead man who went astray.

The author's gossip: please pay attention to the haunting of rivals in love, Hu Shiliu is also very handsome, do you like it?

Daochang Ding: "I like it."

Little uncle: "If you dare to like him, I will..."

Daochang Ding: "How about you?"

The little uncle had a cold face: "I'll show you to death, scoundrel!"