Evil Doctor [Quick Transmigration]

The style in the deep mountains is extremely cold, and it doesn't know when it started to snow again.

The coldness seems to penetrate from the thick snow to the soles of people's feet, into the crevices of bones, and freeze all limbs and skeletons.

At the end of the wind and snow, a small warm light suddenly appeared.

The light was getting closer and brighter, pulling out a ray of fiery red.

The ray of red gradually faded and became clearer, and the figure in it could be vaguely discerned.

"Clang—clang—"

The soul-stirring sound of bells sounded from nowhere, intertwined with the whimpering wind, echoing in the mountains.

Before the bell rang, there was another burst of loud and festive music playing.

The first thing that catches the eye is the three-column band holding trumpets and suonas, cymbals and leather drums.

The drummers wore tall red hats, their faces were pale, and the corners of their lips were raised high, as if they were smiling, but their eyes were empty and there was no smile at all.

If you look closely, although the gong and drum players are doing different movements, their faces seem to be printed from the same mold, even the weird smile is exactly the same.

Like three rows of unpopular walking corpses, it looks particularly terrifying in the dark night.

Immediately behind the band are two rows of villagers dressed in red and holding bright yellow embroidered fans and red lanterns respectively.

Guan Ju, An He, and Jing Ke walked side by side, closely following the villagers.

They chanted words to the sacrificial words in their hands, and performed the mage's "blessing" task.

Further behind is a bridal sedan chair carried by eight people.

The top cover of the sedan chair is embroidered with vivid phoenix patterns, and there are large red silk flowers hanging from the four corners, and a few big bright pearls hanging from the flower stamens, and the fiery red tassels tremble in the wind.

This bridal sedan chair is very elegant, and it doesn't look like a product of a closed mountain village at all.

On both sides of the sedan chair, there are four "young and beautiful" "happy brides", each with a delicate flower basket in their arms.

The "Xi Niang" walked and scattered the bright red petals in the basket.

The petals are blown by the wind and blend with the fluttering snowflakes, adding a fragrance to the wind full of snow foam.

These four "Xi Niang" are quite popular, but...they are a bit tall, with broad shoulders and long legs. They look particularly tall in the welcoming team, not like ordinary women.

The "Xi Niang" standing on the left is tall and thin, wearing a slim embroidered dress and a fox fur cape.

His black hair, as thick as ink, was half-tucked behind his head, with two long golden hairpins inserted obliquely.

A lifelike phoenix hangs from the tail of the gold hairpin, and several strings of fine gold threads inlaid with red beads are dangling from the phoenix's beak, gently swaying with the steps of "Xi Niang".

Because of applying a little makeup, the heroic brows are more charming, and the cheeks are slightly pink. I don't know if it's because of the rouge or because of shame.

The round nails are also carefully dyed with the juice of impatiens, which can be said to be very delicate.

It's just that the expression on the face of this "Xi Niang" is definitely not good-looking, and even the voice is full of anger: "I, Yun Shengbai, the number one player in the server leaderboard."

"Crossing through more than 50 dungeons, saved teammates can have two companies, and won countless honors. The legend of me is still circulating among the players..."

The slender ten fingers grabbed a handful of petals, threw them into the air fiercely, and gritted his teeth: "I used to be a decent person."

"Who ever thought that it would be reduced to wearing women's clothes and red nail polish now."

The little sweetheart who was walking behind Yun Shengbai held back his laughter, cleared his throat, and said solemnly: "What's wrong with women's clothing, don't look down on women's clothing."

"Besides, with those two apples stuffed in your chest, when Daguai is hungry, you can take out two bites to replenish energy, how convenient."

Yun Shengbai twitched the corners of his lips and forced a smile: "You make a lot of sense, but I'm speechless."

"Ms. Lin... have you just... had your legs shaved?"

The strong man pushed the towering object on his chest with a shy expression, turned his head to look at the person behind him, and asked in a low voice.

The original bronze-colored skin of the brawny man was covered by thick makeup, his face was carefully drawn with long eyebrows, eye shadow, blush, flaming red lips, and a delicate big red silk flower pinned to his hair.

Such an expression of grievance hung on such a face, under the darkness of night, it looked terrifying and funny.

"Shaved... shaved QAQ."

Thinking of the scene of being shaved by a group of women, Teacher Lin blushed, tugged at the hem of her skirt in shame, and replied in a low voice.

Teacher Lin looks gentle, bookish, and not as tall as the others. Wearing women's clothes doesn't feel very uncomfortable, but she feels a bit like a good woman.

The strong man looked at Mr. Lin in this state, and blinked, feeling a little envious in his heart.

But what the strong man envied even more was Chen Si and the cute girl who were dressed as bearers and carried the sedan chair wheezingly.

When the group of them escaped from the grandmother's temple and hurried back to the village, the welcoming team was already waiting at the gate of the village chief's house.

The welcoming team occupied a long street in a mighty manner, carrying eight large sedan chairs, flag gongs, umbrella fans, golden lantern deacons, and eight big drums, but there was no sign of the groom.

As soon as the players walked to the courtyard gate, the matchmaker with a white face and red lips waved a handkerchief and yelled from a distance: "Oh, you are finally back."

"Why is this sacrifice so late, if you don't come back, you will miss the auspicious time."

Immediately afterwards, several people were surrounded by a group of women to dress up.

When changing clothes, they knew that they had entered a dungeon with many pitfalls

The task assigned to them by the Lord God turned out to be that the woman would carry the sedan chair, and the man would be the bride.

What's even more strange is that no one asked the village chief and the whereabouts of the villagers from the beginning to the end.

Little Sweetheart withdrew her thoughts and looked back, only to see two rows of bridesmaids carrying lanterns following the sedan chair.

They were dressed up beamingly, talking softly, and making shrill laughs from time to time.

There are also a few children running back and forth in the welcoming team, laughing and playing.

There seems to be nothing unusual.

Little Sweetheart turned her head away, frowned, and said softly to Yun Shengbai, "Baihu, when you first entered the village, didn't you say that you thought this village was weird?"

"I seem to know what's wrong."

Yun Shengbai looked back at him and asked, "Where?"

With a serious look on Sweetheart's face, she glanced at the sedan chair and lowered her voice: "We all know that due to geographical and climate issues, since ancient times, most houses in Huaxia have faced south."

"However, I just thought about it carefully and found that the houses in this village are all facing north!"

"Also, there is no taboo against door-to-door and window-to-window."

"A house with this pattern is the easiest to gather yin and breed ghosts. It is not like a house for people, but like a yin house."

"Think again..."

"The villagers in this village don't worship gods and Buddhas, but worship ghosts as real gods."

"The urn is buried downstairs, and humans and ghosts live together."

"I carry the sedan chair to send off the wedding at night, and day and night are reversed."

"Women are bearers, men are bridesmaids, yin and yang are reversed."

"Is this village not weird?"

Every time the little sweetheart said something, Yun Shengbai's face became even more ugly, and at the end he twisted his glabellar muscles into several big mountains: "Could it be that these villagers..."

Before Yun Sheng finished his vernacular, he was interrupted by a mournful cry of a woman.

"... Woo... Woo... Help... Help me..."

Listen carefully, the sound seems to be coming from underground.

Yun Shengbai walked two steps quickly, followed the sound, and saw a pale, long, pointed hand sticking out from under the snow on the other side of the sedan chair, grabbing the hem of the strong man's skirt and shaking it from side to side.

The burly man looked terrified, and screamed: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Don't lift up other people's skirts!

Dead Ghost: "...(ー_ー)!!"

At the same time, the little sweetheart who glanced behind him suddenly widened his eyes, and a chill crept up his back.

——The bridesmaids following behind the sedan chair unexpectedly formed two extra rows out of thin air.

The author has something to say: I've been gooing again these days, and it's hard to say.

What's more...to bet with Congcong today, let's say Liuqian is calling her father.

At a young age, why should I set up a flag? ?

Why slap in the face? ?

Manual @豆大王, Dad, happy new year.