Kiss every script [Quick Transmigration]

One p.m.

Mu Zhichan and two other interns got into a black car and drove towards Wanjia Village.

The driver was a middle-aged man named Wan Li. He was also a corpse make-up artist. He had worked in the funeral home for more than 20 years and was a senior with a lot of experience.

"Wanjia Village is in the mountains, our car can only drive here, and there is no way to go forward, so we need to go there next." Wan Li got out of the car first with his bags on his back, and called them to come down too.

"Brother Wan, why don't they send people to the funeral home? We still have door-to-door service. Let's talk about service?" Xia Kemiao asked energetically. As the only female intern, she always Will be taken care of a lot by others.

"Wanjia Village is considered half a paradise. People in the village basically do not communicate with the outside world except for going to the market and sending their children to school. And if someone dies in the village, they will naturally be buried in a cemetery outside the village." Wan Li broke a branch. Pushing away the bushes on the path, "Besides, look at this road, cars can't even drive in, let alone pick up the remains."

"That's true." Xia Kemiao touched her chin and said.

"The signal is bad, Miao Miao, walk slowly, don't fall." The other intern was a tall and thin boy named Li Qianfei, who was in the same class as Mu Zhichan and the same class as Xia Kemiao. couple.

Xia Kemiao waved her hands indifferently: "I know, it's annoying."

Mu Zhichan calmly unscrewed the thermos cup and took a sip of cool water.

The group of people walked for almost half an hour before arriving at the entrance of the village. The village chief Wan Guofu who had been waiting for a long time under the old tree rushed up to greet him, and said in a rough voice: "The mountain road is not easy to walk, come in and rest your feet and drink some water. "

"Thank you, old man." Wan Li said with a smile, and took the lead to catch up with the old man.

As soon as she walked into the courtyard of Wan Guofu's house, Mu Zhichan saw a white jade sarcophagus parked under the shade of a tree.

The whole body of the sarcophagus is smooth and smooth, with ancient and complicated patterns engraved on it, and the light and shadow of mottled leaves fall on the coffin lid, as if there is a halo flowing.

Um?Are the coffins now made of jade?

Mu Zhichan was puzzled, but she didn't ask aloud. After all, it's not easy to ask.

"Grandpa, are all the coffins now made of jade?" Xia Kemiao asked straightforwardly, staring at the white jade sarcophagus and wanting to touch it.

Mu Zhichan: "..."

The village head responded vaguely but didn't say much, he just led several people into the house and poured a bowl of water for each of them.

"Old man, may I ask which body is to be buried?" Wan Li asked warmly.

"It's at the door." Wan Guofu sighed, then looked at Wan Li and said slowly, "Xiao Li, you also came from Wanjia Village, so you should know the customs in the village."

As soon as these words came out, Wan Li's face changed slightly, and he said in a low voice: "It's all superstition, why do you still insist? That's why you asked me to bring someone here?"

"Wan Li, be careful with your words." Wan Guofu lowered his face and looked at the yard outside the door, "The reason why our village is able to have good weather every year is because of the blessing of ghost marriages. Have you forgotten that we couldn't get married in time five years ago?" Is it a disaster caused by a yin marriage? All five members of Daniu's family were buried alive! The harvest has also dropped by at least [-]%!"

"That's because the torrential rain that lasted for half a month that year caused landslides," Wan Li couldn't help but argue.

"Don't talk too much. If you don't want to do it, then go back. I'll go find Mrs. Wang." Wan Guofu waved his hand, stood up and was about to leave.

"Farewell, I'll just do it." Wan Li sighed compromisingly, apparently recalling a time when he didn't dare to come in time, and saw the horrible makeup that Mrs. Wang put on the corpse, and it turned into a zombie effect. It was really scary to watch .

Mu Zhichan and others who were standing quietly on the sidelines didn't understand what they heard, so after Wan Guofu went to the back kitchen to light the fire, Wan Li pinched the bridge of his nose and said in a low voice: "What I want to say next, I hope you can keep it a secret, of course you If I have to spread it outside, I have no choice but to bear the consequences."

"You said, we must keep the secret!" Xia Kemiao replied seriously, moved a small bench and sat down, as if ready to listen to the story.

Seeing this, Li Ganfei moved a small bench and sat beside Xia Kemiao silently.

As for Mu Zhichan, she leaned against the door and looked at the white jade sarcophagus not far away, listening to what Wan Li had to say while watching.

"There is a little-known custom in Wanjia Village, which means that every five years, the villagers must have a yin marriage, which will bring blessings, make the next five years smooth, free from disasters and disasters, and protect everyone's health and longevity without illness. " Wan Li lit a cigarette and took a puff, "And this year is the first year of the next five years."

"The so-called yin marriage means that the living person will marry the dead person, and then stay in the same room with the corpse for one night, and in the next seven days, the living person will stay with the coffin for seven hours every day. We're married." Wan Li continued after blowing out smoke rings.

"Seven days? Doesn't that stink?" Xia Kemiao couldn't help asking.

"There is a kind of flower called Meisang in Wanjia Village. If you dry this flower and grind it into powder and sprinkle it in the coffin, it can keep the corpse from decaying for seven days." Wan Li paused, and then said with a complicated expression: "It's strange to say that this flower It seems that it only has this effect in the village, and once it is taken outside, it loses its antiseptic effect."

"So amazing? Didn't you find an expert to study it?" Li Ganfei opened his eyes wide.

Wan Li shook his head, "People in the village are very repulsive to outsiders, and it is difficult for outsiders to find Wanjia Village unless there are villagers leading the way. There were reporters and expedition teams who wanted to enter the village before, but they couldn't find the village after wandering around the mountains for a long time."

Xia Kemiao was amazed again and again, and asked cautiously: "Then what kind of corpse can be suitable for a yin marriage?"

"A man or woman around the age of 20." Wan Li flicked the cigarette ash. "Every two or three years, young people die accidentally."

"Isn't it said that marrying in the shade will bless the villagers' health and longevity? Why do accidents happen?" Li Qianfei asked.

"Actually, it's kind of weird to say that accidents are always caused by young people who go out from the village to work hard. Every two or three years, one or two people will die accidentally, but in recent years, no young people have gone out." Will Wan Li Throwing the cigarette butt on the ground and stamping it out with his feet, he stood up and walked to the door to look at the white jade sarcophagus.

"This year's jade sarcophagus is really exquisite, and it seems that the craftsmanship of the coffin shop owner is quite good." Wan Li said to them as if chatting. Between nine and zero in the evening, if there is no accident, we have to stay here tonight, just so you can taste the special food in the village."

"Okay." Xia Kemiao, who has loved all kinds of weird stories since she was a child, stood up, "By the way, Brother Zhao, I still have a question."

Wan Li: "You ask."

Xia Kemiao: "What kind of person is a living person who has a yin relationship?"

"You have to be over 30 years old, and you have to be courageous. Generally speaking, men do this job." Wan Li explained.

"Then what if the deceased is also male?" Xia Kemiao continued to ask.

"In our village, yin marriages do not distinguish between homosexuals and heterosexuals. It is said that yin marriages are actually more like a weird custom." Wan Li took out his mobile phone to check the time, and then led them to the two houses on the other side of the yard. in an empty room.

"You guys rest here, I'll go home, call me if you need something." Wan Li said something to them with a smile, and then walked away.

Mu Zhichan glanced at the time: 21:[-].

"I share with Qiangan, Mumu, you share." Xia Kemiao told Mu Zhichan unilaterally, and then went back to the house with her backpack on her back and Li Ganfei's arm, and even unlocked the lock. , You can tell what the two want to do at a glance.

Mu Zhichan took out the thermos cup from her bag, sat on the small bench by the door with a calm expression, looked at the blue sky and took a sip, and wondered if God would find a dog staring at him.

It’s summer now, the mountains are cool and cool, and you can hear cicadas singing and birds singing. When there is a breeze blowing through the branches and leaves of ancient trees, you can see the silhouettes cast on the ground. You can’t help but feel quiet and comfortable. Time The sense of time elapsed gradually lengthened.

Mu Zhichan's eyes fell on the white jade coffin again, looked and looked, and finally stood up and walked to the inner and outer coffins.

It was only when we got closer that we realized that the carvings on this white jade coffin were extremely intricate and delicate, but in the center of the coffin lid was engraved a monster with a ferocious face and protruding fangs. The stumped limbs, a fierce spirit rushed towards him.

Mu Zhichan frowned, not quite understanding why such a ferocious beast was carved on the coffin. Those who saw it couldn't help but feel hairy, especially in the eyes of that ferocious beast, which were even faintly red.

Ok?

Mu Zhichan moved closer to the coffin lid again, only then did she see clearly that the coffin was not pure jade white, it seemed to be mixed with blood lines thinner than a hair, but there were more blood lines in the eyes of the beast.

Thinking of this, Mu Zhichan involuntarily put his hand on the coffin lid, a cold feeling instantly spread from the palm of his hand to his limbs, and he couldn't help shivering.

At this time, a whisper suddenly came from the ear, causing Mu Zhichan to withdraw her hand and look behind her, but there was no one there, only the sound of leaves rubbing and cicadas chirping.

Mu Zhichan looked around, subconsciously clenched her fists, and soon her palms were sweating, sticky and uncomfortable.

""

When a cool wind blew past his ears, he seemed to hear something whispering, but after thinking about it again, there was no trace. He could only feel strangely that the bleak wind slowly brushed over his eyebrows, eyes, bridge of nose, and lips... …

Then it slammed into the neckline again, hovered around the collarbone, and then slowly slid down the back of the neck, brushing over the spine. The moon on the front of the back was tossing and turning at the two-month-old nest, which made him get goose bumps all over his body in an instant .

Mu Zhichan felt chills in his heart, he wanted to go back to the house quickly, but for some reason, his whole body seemed to be fixed in place by something, he opened his lips and was about to call out, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the wind was swift and fierce probed in.

The author has something to say: Yes, the beauty in red is an attack... the altar dance sword is forced.

Because although Gong has memory, when he enters the script world, he will be forced to be affected by the character of the character he plays, and at the same time he needs to be forced to follow some main plots, so the character of Gong in each script world is more or less different. This setting will be discussed later.

Jiang Lu: Forced to criticize and be murdered?

Mu Zhichan: Hey, do you still have that thing about wind reviews? :

As for whether it is scary or not.. emm, I feel that I can’t write any scary q with my writing style.