The master of metaphysics became rich after going down the mountain

The sound of beep, beep, and suona was blowing.

Ying Ya was dressed in a bright red wedding dress, and stood in the middle of the road blankly.

This is a winding path leading to the dark and dense fog in the depths. There are a few dead trees standing beside the road, without branches, and there is silence all around.

"Bride, it's time to go on the road and get married."

Hearing the voice, Ying Yamumu turned his head, "Do I want to get married?"

"Yes." The matchmaker next to her was round and fat, with two blushes like plateau red on her face, and a red silk scarf pinned around her waist.

"You promised, look, the wedding party is here."

Ying Ya's mind was in confusion, the other party said, she followed the other party's pointing, and saw the same plateau red on the faces of the two rows behind, playing and singing weird welcoming tunes.

Correct.

She seemed to agree.

She is getting married.

The matchmaker pushed Ying Ya forward, and the wedding party behind slowly followed.

A group of brightly red people slowly moved forward along the thin narrow path, heading for the depths of the dense fog.

The trail seems to end far away, but in fact the destination is not far away.

After walking for a while, I saw a red shadow in the distance, and the closer I got, the clearer the scene.

A circle of crimson silk was hung in the dense fog, and in the center of the silk circle was a large table, on which were placed melons, fruits, tributes, chariots, horses and houses.

That's all for melons and fruits, but those chariots and horses and houses look very strange. They are colorful in color, and the front is quite beautiful, but the back is very thin, as if they were simply propped up with something.

A man and a woman sat on both sides of the big table, their faces were blurred, and a man in a red robe stood not far away.

When they got closer, the matchmaker gave Ying Ya a push, "Bride, that's your future husband. Get married and follow your husband, go."

Ying Yamu was stunned, subconsciously heading in that direction.

Before she had taken three steps, the groom grabbed her and urged the matchmaker, "Baitang! Hurry up."

The two spots of plateau red on the matchmaker's face trembled, without any delay, she pulled out the silk scarf around her waist and shook it, her voice was thin and long,

"Worship heaven and earth."

Ying Ya was startled by the voice and froze, as if something flashed through her mind, she didn't move for a while.

The man didn't even think about it, he just bent down while holding Ying Ya's head, and urged, "You agreed."

After the worship of heaven and earth, the two turned to face the two sitting at the big table, the matchmaker's voice sounded again,

"Two thanks to the high hall."

Ying Ya's mind was clearer, and she vaguely felt that something was wrong. She didn't even have a boyfriend, how could she suddenly want to get married?

wrong.

So wrong.

Even if the man pressed her head this time, she didn't bow down.

"Master!" Seeing that Ying Ya couldn't be restrained, the man hurriedly called the matchmaker.

"Follow the promise and make a good relationship. Once you agree, how can you go back on it!" The matchmaker snarled, and flicked the silk scarf in her hand, hitting Ying Ya on the back.

A silk scarf fluttered so lightly, but it was like a steel whip when it was drawn on her body. Ying Ya's internal organs were shaken by the whipping, and she was in excruciating pain.

"Bye husband and wife!"

The two took a step back and stood facing each other.

Ying Ya was in a trance, and suddenly saw the face of the man opposite,

Her eyes were protruding, she was too thin, her face was sallow and blue, and she looked like a dead face.

"Ghost!" She was so frightened that her pupils shrank suddenly, and her mind returned to the trance in an instant. Suddenly, she saw the silk on her hand, as if it had been scalded, and threw it away.

"Who wants to marry you!"

She threw away the silk, looked left and right, and saw the paper tied with chariots, horses and houses on the big table.

"Who are you fooling with these things!"

In the real world, in the gloomy and red little house, the husband and wife sat on both sides of the table. Seeing the red candle on the table representing the woman shaking wildly, the red thread was broken, and even the offerings were pushed down, I couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

"Master, what's going on?"

The man sitting at the top had raised eyes and short eyebrows, and his expression was still very calm. He shook his head,

"It's okay, the bride always has a little temper, it's inevitable."

As he spoke, his lips twitched and he chanted a spell for a while, then he grabbed a handful of millet and cast it on the red candle on the right, yelling, "Here!"

Ying Ya is full of vigor, and the groom, a newly dead ghost, is no match for her at all. She smashed the wedding hall and was about to run to the place where the narrow path came from. feet hold her,

"Bride, we are getting married, why are you running?"

"Come on, come on, don't make people wait."

"The time is just right, and you are a golden couple. If there is anything to struggle, come on."

Ying Ya kicked a few people, her eyes were red with anger, but her fists were no match for her four hands, so she was escorted to the opposite side of the groom.

"Wu Kaicheng, I will never marry you!"

The bridegroom had already made his obeisance posture, and he smiled when he heard the words, "When the wedding ceremony is over, you and I will be the husband and wife recognized by heaven and earth, and then we can't let you go."

"Bah!" Ying Ya spat, twisting and struggling, but she was no match for a bunch of white shadows, and she was about to be pressed down when her head was pinned down.

With an irresistible force on her back, and Wu Kaicheng's grinning death face in front of her, Ying Ya was angry and anxious, but couldn't help herself.

Just when she was about to go crazy, her wrist suddenly felt hot.

what?

Ying Ya rubbed her wrist subconsciously, feeling the round beads rolling over her skin.

It's the agate bracelet used to invite spirits!

Before Ying Ya realized why the bracelet was hot, a red light suddenly shot out from the bracelet, sweeping away a bunch of white shadows like a gust of wind.

The pierced white shadow instantly turned into smoke and dust, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye.

No one suppressed her, so Ying Ya immediately took three steps back, as far away from Wu Kaicheng as she wanted.

The red light cleared all the white shadows, and then settled in front of Ying Ya, turning into a familiar figure.

"sister?!"

Lu Xian was dumbfounded, but when Ying Ya called her, she turned her head.

It was only then that Ying Ya realized that Lu Xian's appearance was a little different. When Ling Ling first appeared, Lu Xian was almost no different from a human except for being translucent and her face paler. Now, Lu Xian's eyes are blood red, her face is ferocious, and she is full of viciousness. , it is not an ordinary soul body at first glance.

She still hasn't figured out why her sister suddenly changed, and a person suddenly walked out at the end of the path.

Slender and slender, with sharp eyes, there always seems to be a mischievous smile in his eyes, it's not who Le Ning is.

Seeing the crowded mourning hall, Le Ning raised his eyebrows, "It's so lively."

"Who dares to break into the wedding hall without authorization, bad marriage!" The matchmaker in the corner shouted sharply, and with a flick of the silk scarf, she pulled it towards Le Ning.

Le Ning stepped away from the matchmaker, glanced at the two blobs of plateau red on the matchmaker's face, and smiled,

"Is it so fierce to stick people with paper now? At least give me some face."

While speaking, Le Ning saw the red silk that Ying Ya threw away on the ground, and immediately grabbed it.

The red silk held in Ying Ya's hand was a large handful of silk, Le Ning grabbed it and shook it, then pulled out from it, and slowly pulled out a big red sword half a person's height.

Pulling out the big sword, Le Ning tapped on the sword surface, and there was a loud clang. This is the benefit of the soul-body world, where you can do whatever you want.

The matchmaker missed a hit, flung the silk scarf, and struck again with her backhand,

Holding the sword, Le Ning rubbed his nose, "I told you to save me some face."

After finishing his sentence, his expression sank, "After all, I used to be a cultivator of killing!"

While speaking, he raised his sword, coldly slashed at the matchmaker, and split the matchmaker in half.

It didn't count if he chopped the matchmaker, he turned around and struck the big table in the middle with a bang.

boom!

With a loud bang, not only the table, but also the entire mist shook, exploding like glass being struck.

The dense fog dissipated in all directions with a bang, and the four souls returned to the real world.

The man at the head saw the puppet representing the woman shattered, the red candle was also extinguished, four souls suddenly appeared, his heart skipped a beat, and he retreated calmly while the room was dark.

He stepped back to a place where there was no light, and immediately turned around and ran.

It's too scary, how could he attract ghosts and souls with great virtues just by being an ordinary girl.

run.

Run now!

Le Ning fell into the center of the gloomy room, his eyes coldly glanced at the broken puppets and extinguished red candles on the table, ignored the two big living people beside the table, and only raised his eyes to the man fleeing quickly in the dark.

Jia Yuan ran fast, seeing that he was about to grab the doorknob, he couldn't help but feel happy.

However, just as he was holding the handle to open the door and flee for his life, a strong wind suddenly flashed in front of him.

He wanted to retreat, but it was too late,

He only felt a pain in his stomach, and his body flew upside down uncontrollably.

bang.

boom.

A person weighing more than 100 kilograms slammed on the big table in the middle, shaking the ground and causing severe pain in the internal organs.

The couple sitting at the table stood up abruptly, completely unaware of what had happened, only to see the master who was originally sitting behind and controlling the overall situation suddenly flew upside down, and they were all shocked.

"Grandmaster!"

"Master, what's wrong with you!"

Before they stepped forward to help them, a huge red sword suddenly fell from the sky.

The giant sword is sharp and sharp, and the tip of the sword is bright. Just looking at it makes people shudder, and the couple retreat subconsciously.

The giant sword slashed down on the spot, directly hitting the man's hand, blood was about to splash on the spot, the couple instinctively closed their eyes.

However, the expected bloody scene did not appear. The big sword passed through the hand like a shadow, and even passed through the table below.

What's even more strange is that the sword didn't seem to cause any damage to the opponent, but Jia Yuan seemed to have a hand cut off, clutching his hand and crying in pain, struggling from the table to the ground like a thirsty fish , rolling around in pain.

The appearance of crying from pain, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like an act.

"What, what's going on?" The couple stood together in panic.

In the gloomy shadows, Le Ning stepped out with a sword in hand, and looked coldly at the rolling people on the ground.

If someone can see the soul body, they will find that the man's body/body is fine, but the soul body has been cut off with a hand.

The Dao of Killing believes in killing to stop killing. If you repay grievances with virtue, how can you repay virtue? If a living person is forced into a yin marriage, beheading a hand is already considered light.

There was chaos here, but Wu Kaicheng didn't care so much in the corner over there, he just kept his eyes fixed on Ying Ya who was wearing a wedding dress.

Ying Ya was hiding behind her sister, looking at the man rolling all over the ground with a little fear and joy, when she suddenly felt a chill on her back.

Turning his head and looking, Wu Kaicheng did not know when he was behind her, and he was salivating to catch her!

"Ah! Go away!"

Lu Xian got a ray of spiritual energy, just when the ghost power increased greatly, and her mind became dull, her emotions only hung on her younger sister, when she heard Ying Ya's scream, she turned her head, and her blood-red eyes fixed on Wu Kaicheng.

Wu Kaicheng was startled by the stare, subconsciously wanted to run, but it was too late, Lu Xian's five claws formed a hook, and one claw grabbed him, and the sharp nails tore off a piece of his soul.

The torn piece of soul body quickly merged into Lu Xian's body.

Lu Xian's movements are all based on instinct now, feeling that this movement is good for her, so she immediately pulled a few more pieces.

The pain of being torn apart by the soul is not something ordinary people can bear. Does Jia Yuan, who doesn't see any tricks, roll all over the ground in pain? Wu Kaicheng's situation is similar, or even worse.

Le Ning cut off the soul body with a sharp sword, but Lu Xian was riding Wu Kaicheng's soul body, tearing it piece by piece, causing Wu Kaicheng to shriek in pain.

Seeing that he couldn't break free from Lu Xian, Wu Kaicheng cried and yelled, "Mom and Dad, save...me! It hurts so much!"

The two couples witnessed the failure of the yin marriage, the master's being hacked, and the four ghosts that they don't usually see at all within an hour.

But no matter how confused their minds were, they could still recognize their son's voice. When they heard the call for help, they subconsciously rushed to save him.