Museum of the Dead

Fei Yan didn't know how many times he was lying on Yin Lu'an's back.

He actually wants to go by himself, but there is no way. The compatibility between the soul and the body is getting lower and lower, which makes him weaker and weaker now. If he completes such a high-intensity journey by himself, it is estimated that it will be two days after he arrives at the place .

The decline in physical strength is also accompanied by the decline in vision.Fei Yan felt that he might be suffering from night blindness, and there was only darkness in front of his eyes. If it wasn't for the pain on his cheeks, he wouldn't have felt himself moving.

"Is this direction right?" As time went by, Fei Yan became more and more worried about Tian Ling and Hu Po.

Yin Luan stopped suddenly.

There must be a reason for the sudden stop, Fei Yan didn't dare to speak out.

Yinlu moved quietly behind an old tree. The thick trunk and dense branches and leaves completely covered the figures of the two of them in a thick black night.

After a period of time, a gust of evil wind suddenly blew up, and the moon, which was originally covered by thick clouds, appeared, and the moonlight poured into the woods like water.

Everything around becomes brighter.

It was only then that Fei Yan discovered that this woods was very similar to the place where the previous few people were looking for the ghost bell, or it was the same place at all.

Then, a burst of white mist rose from the ground and filled the entire forest.

Fei Yan took a closer look, and there was a person standing in the white mist not far away.

Suddenly there was a pill in his hand, Fei Yan held it, Yin Luan pointed to his mouth, and made a swallowing motion.

What should happen next... But what happened, Fei Yan didn't know, anyway, he swallowed the medicine first.

At the same time, Yin Luan put him up from his back.

"What's going on?" Fei Yan pointed at the figure in front of him and lowered his voice, for fear of making any noise.

Yin Luan whispered: "As expected, I know why Grandma Jin gave that person Golden Silkworm Gu instead of Love Gu."

As soon as these words came out, Fei Yan knew that the person in front of him was the little girl who came to beg for love Gu - Yingying.

"Is she a dead person?" Fei Yan asked, in fact, when Hu Po said that the Golden Silkworm Gu had the effect of "sending souls to prison", he had doubted Yingying's identity.

If Yingying is a dead person, and Granny Jin happens to see it, then it makes sense why she was given the Golden Silkworm Gu.

"Yeah." Yin Lu'an looked back at Fei Yan, and stuffed a few more yellow talismans into his pocket, "She may be the undead this time, we must seize the opportunity."

"Yeah!" Fei Yan nodded fiercely, and suddenly realized that it was a bit silly to nod so vigorously in the dark. After thinking for a while, "What about Tianling and Huber? Where will they be?"

Yin Luan looked towards the thick fog in front of him, and the figure of Cai just now had disappeared.

After a while, he said slowly: "I'll know in a while."

As soon as the words were finished, another gust of wind suddenly blew up, and Fei Yan was blinded by the blowing. He thought it would be better after a while, but he didn't expect the wind to become more and more intense.

The tightly held hands of the two were still separated.

Fei Yan felt that there was darkness in front of him, and there was no sound around him. He wanted to speak but found that he couldn't open his mouth, and wanted to escape but couldn't move.

He is under control.

But... where did Yin Luan go?

A soreness surged up in Fei Yan's heart, he gritted his teeth, now is the time when his will is weakest, he can't just fall down easily.

I must wait until the curator finds me, I still have two days, and I still have three undead to collect.

I am determined not to be weak!Can't fall down!

Fei Yan kept cheering himself up in his heart, and after some time, there was finally light around him.

But the light is not dazzling, and there is a little red.

Fei Yan finally understood - he should be covered by a red scarf now!

But at this moment, he still couldn't make a sound or move.

There was a burst of firecrackers outside, followed by the sound of gongs and drums. Fei Yan wondered, which one would get married?Then with a "boom", the door was knocked open!

"Why are you still here, go to the lobby soon! The groom is coming!" a rude man was yelling.

Fei Yan was still wondering who this man was speaking to, but he grabbed him away!

Hello!Was that sentence spoken to him just now?If that's the case... Fei Yan was speechless for a moment, he couldn't be the bride!

Fuck!He is a virgin, and he got married in such a ignorant way?And don't know who the groom is!

And he is a big man, why should he marry!If you want to get married, you have to marry!

Fei Yan wailed in his heart, but he was taken all the way to the lobby without hindrance. The man fixed him in one place and left.

Fei Yan: "..."

Which family's bride is this, is this the only treatment?Not even a stool, just standing here in a daze?Isn't it embarrassing?

Fei Yan sighed silently, at least give me a small stool!His legs were almost numb.

And... what exactly is this place?He was still in the forest a second ago, and after a while, he came here and became a bride. What happened?

Is it related to Yingying?What is her identity?Will it be the undead this time?And all this... Did she make it?

Did Tian Ling and Hu Po also come to the same place?

And... where did the curator go?If you don't show up again, your Yanyan cutie will marry someone else, don't say I don't want you then!

Fei Yan felt a little disappointed and aggrieved, but he couldn't think about these anymore, because he didn't know what he was going to face next.

Just when he was thinking wildly, the red turban on his head was taken off!

Then he discovered—

Around him, there are "fake Feiyan" in red wedding clothes!

Fei Yan: "!"

What the fuck... what a show!

Relying on his paparazzi eyesight, Fei Yan moved his eyes up and down, and estimated: there are about twenty "fake Fei Yan" standing here!

Fei Yan was dumbfounded, the point is that he couldn't tell the difference between him and these twenty "fake Fei Yan", okay?

He can't see the specific facial features, but just the figure and some details are exactly the same as his real one, okay?

Fei Yan finally understood now that this should be an illusion created by Yingying.

Otherwise, where do you get so many identical words!

If it's an illusion... Fei Yan guessed in his heart, if he is the bride, then the groom is...

He was still thinking about it, when a person walked in from the lobby, with a stately appearance and an extraordinary bearing.

Wearing a red wedding dress, his face was indifferent, and his eyes were narrow and sharp.

Fei Yan: "..."

It really is... Mr. Curator.

Fei Yan sneered inwardly: So Yin Lu'an is not enough to have only one of him, and more than 20 of him that are exactly the same come out?

Heh... man.

"Young Master Yin, if you can single out Yan'er from these people, I will make the decision to marry Yan'er to you. If you can't, please go back to rest early, it's getting late."

The speaker was an old man with white hair and long beard. He was sitting in the middle of the lobby just now. Fei Yan was attacked by more than [-] "clones", so naturally he didn't notice him.

Yin Lu'an still had an indifferent face, glanced at the more than 20 identical faces in front of him, and then let go of his eyes.

Fei Yan: "!"

Fuck!He just glanced at Lao Tzu before turning away!I only took one look at Lao Tzu!

Fei Yan sneered in his heart, if you can't find me, I'll be with you... Fei Yan suddenly paused, even if he couldn't find his true self, so what?

This...can't blame him.

Why should you blame him for things that you can't even tell?

Fei Yan reflected, what would happen if it was him?

If he was the bridegroom officer, and he had to choose a real one from more than 20 curator masters, would he choose it?

It is obviously difficult.

What are the characteristics of Yinluan?Fei Yan simply used his mind as a canvas, and his thoughts as a paintbrush, vigorously painting a portrait of Yin Luan in his heart.

On Yin Luan's earlobe, there is a small mole, Yin Luan's nose is very straight, very handsome, and... When Yin Luan's eyes look at her, there is always burning love.

Fei Yan immediately erased the portrait of his sweetheart, such moles, noses... He suddenly felt that his thoughts were superficial, and he felt that Yin Lu'an could not only be depicted with these things.

But regardless of appearance, how would he choose?Fei Yan felt very powerless, he and Yin Luan had known each other for too short a time, and he always blindly accepted the other party's protection and affection, which made him unable to think of some small habits of the other party.

"Then, please start to choose, the time is a stick of incense." The old man in the middle of the hall spoke again, and then someone dressed as a servant lit a stick of incense.

With the lighting of the incense, the game of picking the bride officially begins.

Fei Yan still couldn't move, and now he found that his expression was out of control.

This pattern... reminded him of Tang Bohu Dian Qiuxiang.

"Fei Qiuxiang" followed "Yin Bohu" closely with his gaze, and now he could only pray that the curator could find the most authentic one among so many identical faces.

Before Fei Yan could finish praying, Yin Luan pointed at him directly, and then the familiar distant and cold voice reached his ears——

"I choose him."

Fei Yan was stunned, only hearing the sound of his heart "thumping" out of balance.

The snake bone bracelet on the right hand, and the residual heat that hasn't dissipated -- that's a trace of Yin Lu'an's soul.

The majestic voice of the old man sounded: "Are you sure? The time has not yet come, and you still have the right to choose again."

Yin Lu'an's lips parted slightly, and he said without any haste, "I, yes, him."

Fei Yan's nose felt sore, but unfortunately his facial expression was controlled, otherwise he would definitely be crying now.

How...how could it be so fast and so sure that it was me?

Fei Yan thought, maybe he had embedded part of his soul in his body long ago.

Standing there by myself is equivalent to another him standing there. Who would not know his own soul?

The old man finally compromised, and waved vigorously to the next person, signaling to put out the incense.

After all, there is no need to ignite it.

The result has been drawn.The old man changed his face, and bowed respectfully to Yin Lu'an: "Congratulations." Then he glanced at Fei Yan, "Beauty is in my arms."

Yin Lu'an looked at Fei Yan, whose eyes were dull and stiff, and smiled faintly: "It is indeed a beauty."

The low voice just reached Fei Yan's ears, making him so ashamed that he wished he could get into a hole in the ground.

Immediately... Is he the curator's bride?

Seeing the distance between Yin Luan and himself gradually shrinking, Fei Yan became more shy.It wasn't until Yin Lu An stopped and Da Heng picked him up that he felt that he was out of control.

Yin Luan just hugged him and left the hall.

Going out is the promenade, and there is no one in the promenade.

Fei Yan leaned close to his ear and asked, "Can I talk now?"

Yin Luan stopped and looked at him with deep eyes.

Fei Yan was embarrassed by his gaze, and began to change the subject: "Are we in an illusion now?"

Yin Luan still didn't look away.

"Ah."

"Then how do you get out of this illusion?"

"Immediately bridal chamber."

The author has something to say: Accidentally, there are too many previous loves, let's put down a chapter in the bridal chamber!

Curator: ... Author, are you testing the self-control I am proud of?

Yan Yan: ...a shy group.

Tian Ling and Hu Po: Why should our emotional drama be left behind? If that is the case, there will still be people watching! ! !Is our cp so cold! ! !

Author: Pointing Jiangshan, slamming Fang Qiu, the keyboard is in my hand, hehehe! ! !

Thank you for your collection~~~Thank you for the little angels who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

4 bottles of resignation;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!