Kiss every script [Quick Transmigration]

At this moment, it seems that all the voices have disappeared, and Nan Kemian in front of him has also become unreal, only the strange bass next to his ear is clear and terrifying.

Mu Zhichan's Adam's apple rolled and swallowed, he wanted to tell Nan Kemian to hurry up, but it was as if a ghost was on his body, unable to speak or move.

In the next second, Mu Zhichan was shackled by this invisible thing and threw his hands to the ground. At this moment, he saw that the ancient tree above his head had turned into a dead tree, and there was dark red sticky black blood running along the black The branches flowed and dripped, and there was a strong smell of blood.

Mu Zhichan could feel something cold and slippery slowly caressing his lower lip, its low and hoarse words were like ancient and mysterious spells, echoing in his ears over and over again.

"I should be the only one in your eyes."

"Your smile should only be shown to me."

Another cloudy wind penetrated into his Yueyuefu part, slowly lingering on it, and the feeling came from it was icy cold.

"Others are not allowed."

"If there is another time, I will kill him."

Mu Zhichan opened his eyes wide, not only shocked but also stunned in his heart, it was obviously the first time he heard such overbearing and unreasonable words, for a while he really didn't know what to say, but he couldn't speak, and felt aggrieved.

……

"Mu Zhichan!? Mu Zhichan!" Nan Kemian called out anxiously, looking at the young man whose eyes suddenly became loose.

Mu Zhichan regained consciousness in horror, stared blankly at Nan Kemian's face, then remembered what the ghost had said to him earlier, and immediately looked away.

"...I'm fine. I suddenly felt dizzy just now, maybe it's hypoglycemia." Mu Zhichan explained in a low voice, pinched the bridge of her nose exhausted physically and mentally, took out her phone to check the time, "I have to go back to work, thank you You accompany me."

"It's okay." Nan Kemian watched Mu Zhichan stand up, and when the other party was about to walk away, for some reason, he grabbed the corner of that person's clothes.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Mu Zhichan turned around and asked.update the fastest

"Can I still go to you in the future? Our crew will stay here for about three or four months." Nan Kemian also stood up and asked expectantly.

"I don't live here, and I'm going back to Yangmei Town tomorrow." Mu Zhichan rubbed his nose and said, watching Nan Kemian's face change from happy and expectant to wrinkled and lost, and couldn't help but add: "Yes Caller, if you come back to the town after filming, I can also find you, but I need to clarify my occupation for you first, I am a corpse make-up artist."

"Corpse make-up artist? Is it for the dead?" Nan Kemian approached him and asked curiously.

Mu Zhichan: "...Yes."

"Respectable." Nan Kemian smiled, took out his mobile phone and said, "Mobile phone number?"

Mu Zhichan reported a series of numbers, waved to Nan Kemian, and returned to the village chief's house.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and the lights were turned on in every household. Occasionally, the sound of chickens crowing and dogs barking could be heard, and the smell of rice floated with the evening wind.

Mu Zhichan didn't even dare to take a look at the white jade coffin, and ran into the bungalow in suspense, almost colliding with Wan Li.

"Hey Xiaomu, where have you been? I called you several times and why didn't you answer?" Wan Li asked with a smile.

So Mu Zhichan took out his phone and found that there were several missed calls on it, and apologized: "I'm sorry, brother Wan, the phone is on silent, what's the matter?"

"Actually, it's nothing. It's been settled. I wanted to find a few young men to move the coffin to the wedding room." Wan Li waved his hand indifferently, and said, "It's time, I can pack up my things and go to make up the deceased. gone."

Mu Zhichan: "...Okay."

To be honest, he is completely Buddha now.

Ever since I touched the coffin, I have been haunted by a ghost. In other words, the ghost should be the original owner of the coffin. I was really afraid of fear, but I don’t know if it was because I was so frightened that I feel peaceful now. The first batch is just a little away from the cleanliness of the six roots.

So the group of people put on their backpacks and followed Wan Li to the direction of the wedding room. After they left, the village head Wan Guofu stood at the gate of the courtyard, looked at their backs, and sighed deeply.

"Village Chief, can this work?" Wan Daliu asked worriedly, "Although this coffin was dug out in the village, the people inside were not from our village, and the corpse was dressed so strangely... "

"But there are no young people who have gone out to work hard in the past five years, so let's blame it." Wan Guofu's old face was half-dark by the light from the windows in the house, "Time is tight, and I can't take care of so many things." Yes, the yin marriage ceremony must be held on schedule, otherwise it will be a disaster..."

Wan Da Liu felt that something was wrong, but he was a simple-minded vulgar person, so he didn't say much, just nodded in agreement.

……

At night, Wanjia Village is a little quiet. Except for the lights of each bungalow, the area around the path is completely dark. Mu Zhichan and his party can only turn on the flashlight of their mobile phones to illuminate.

"This wedding room is specially used for Yin wedding ceremonies." Wan Li explained, pushed open the exquisitely carved wooden door, pressed the light switch, and beckoned them to enter.

As soon as Mu Zhichan entered the door, he saw the white jade sarcophagus parked in the center of the lobby. In front of the sarcophagus was a sacrificial altar with incense burners and fruit cakes on it. Behind the altar was a two-meter What a tall black statue.

The statue is a woman with a smile on her face. It has horns on its head and countless red threads in its hands. Looking from a distance, it looks like a large mess of thin blood vessels are hanging on it.

Xia Kemiao was obviously taken aback by the statue, but when she got closer to the "vessel", she realized that it was just tangled red wool, and she let out a breath.

"This is the god of ghosts and marriages that our village believes in." Wan Li took out a lighter and lit three incense sticks, inserted them into the incense burner, took three steps back and bowed reverently three times.

Mu Zhichan and the others silently looked at Wanli and worshiped the gods. Although the hall was brightly lit, everyone felt the wind blowing, and a few traces of chill spread to the nerve endings.

Li Ganfei and Xia Kemiao leaned against Mu Zhichan calmly.

"...By the way, do you need to open the coffin?" Li Ganfei asked in a low voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

"Yes, how do you put makeup on people if you don't open the coffin?" Wan Li laughed, and then comforted him: "It's okay, the village chief and the others have informed you about this coffin before, and the coffin owner will not blame you."

Xia Kemiao was mentally prepared and responded, "Okay, okay!"

"Which of you two boys will come to help?" Wan Li walked to the bottom of the coffin and put his hand under the coffin lid.

Li Ganfei subconsciously said: "Brother Mu is very strong."

Mu Zhichan cast a death stare at him: "..."

Li Ganfei laughed dryly and looked away with a guilty conscience.

Mu Zhichan withdrew his gaze and didn't say anything, walked to the other end of the coffin and stood still in silence, after Wan Li called 123, the two worked together to carefully lift the coffin lid to the ground.

Xia Kemiao leaned closer and took a look, her eyes widened immediately, and she murmured to herself, "My God..."

Li Ganfei also leaned over and took a sharp breath.

"What? Could it be that the remains are too scary?" Wan Li asked suspiciously, until he saw the person inside the coffin, he couldn't help but suddenly fell silent.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Mu Zhichan had prepared the bloody scene of the people inside the coffin beyond recognition, but the moment he looked into the coffin, he felt his heart beating heavily.

It was a man wearing a Hanfu gown with a red background and gold pattern, a ring-shaped jade pendant hung on a dark red belt half palm wide, his pale and slender fingers crossed on his abdomen, and a few long black hair scattered on his chest. Dried plum blossoms.

When Mu Zhichan's eyes shifted to his face, she couldn't help but suffocate slightly.

With slanted eyebrows, thin lips and a high nose, although his face is pale and his lips are blue, he still has a stern look on his face, which makes people think of a cold sword slanted on the top of a snow-capped mountain. It will come out of its sheath with a clang and take your life.

"...Are you sure it's modern people and not stolen from an ancient tomb?" Xia Kemiao asked after swallowing.

"How can the corpse in the ancient tomb be preserved so well? It looks as if it has just died, and the clothes are still new." Li Ganfei replied, even a little wanting to take out his phone to take pictures.

Wan Li couldn't tell why, and then he walked to the door in silence and called the village chief.

However, Mu Zhichan felt that the person in the coffin looked a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, and when his eyes swept over the pattern of the clothes on the corpse and the wound on the neck, several scenes suddenly flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help but He took a few steps back in horror.

This, could this be the beauty in red in his dream! ?

But why does it feel different from what he saw in the dream... The one in front of him feels more like a sharp knife, or a cold lake on a snowy night.

Is it because of some kind of hazy beauty filter in the dream at that time, or because the red gauze covering the eyes was taken off?

"Miao Miao, don't make trouble." Li Ganfei felt a hand gently caressing his waist, and couldn't help whispering.

"Huh? What did I do?" Xia Kemiao didn't understand, so he looked up at him, so Li Qianfei realized that Xia Kemiao was holding things in both hands, and he didn't have any hands to make trouble with him.

What was it that was caressing his back at this moment?

Thinking of this, Li Ganfei's whole body became hairy instantly, and cold sweat immediately came down.

"What is it?" A drop of water fell on Wan Li's hair and felt moist and cool. He hung up the phone while stroking his hair, and turned to them and said, "I checked with the village chief, it's the coffin."

Xia Kemiao suddenly widened her eyes in horror, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying, her face lost all color, she pointed at Wan Li's shoulder tremblingly, and said, "Wan, Brother Wan... the one on your back, What is it?"

Wan Li was taken aback, and as soon as he turned his head, he met a short figure with a huge head. It grinned, revealing a row of fangs oozing blood, its eyes were sunken, and its skin was so transparent that you could see its wriggling body. The dark red inside looks like rotten flesh and blood.

But in the next second, he fell straight down with a terrified expression.

And when he fell down, Xia Kemiao realized that Wan Li's whole body had become an empty shell, leaving only a piece of human skin on the front, and all the internal organs and bones had been eaten away at some time. .

"Ah!!!" Xia Kemiao yelled sadly.

The author has something to say: I am now full of red-clothed brawny men when I type..tvt, oh

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