bookcurios Chapter 68
Chapter 68
On this day, the Chinese characters "囍" were affixed to the two wealthy gates at the same time, and a huge red flower ball was also hung on the chest of the gray-faced stone lion.
Although there were no guests outside the door, it took a while before someone shouted in a trembling voice:
"Double Happiness Comes!"
The moment the voice fell, the sound of suona suddenly sounded, and the high and intense music sounded like weeping and complaining.
After a brass pipe has sung joys and sorrows, it also tells a person's life.
Yitu was dressed in red, standing on the wedding hall, holding one end of the red lead in his hand, while the other end was hanging far away on the ground.
There lies the bride who has been waiting for a long time.
Mr. Du was sitting on the high hall, his brows were furrowed, and his face was gloomy. He pressed his hand on his breathless chest with a jade wrench.
On his right hand, Mrs. Wang was also wearing a dark red body, barely painted with light makeup, although she was smiling, she seemed to be crying.
The immediate relatives of the Du family stood on the left and right sides, all of them were adult males, and all of them looked dignified.
And those familiar faces were standing with them, Yitu didn't even need to turn his head to see Hai Ling's sympathetic gaze.
After a while, someone came in from outside.
Yitu looked sideways slightly, and happened to meet the man's eyes.
Although Jiang Hanyu's brown eyes can't see too many emotions, but for some people, the moment he appears is a kind of peace of mind.
The man just came from Dong's house, Song Jingchen replaced Chu Sichi, and Dong Haoyue's wedding was held with Du Jinyu.
There was not much time difference between the two, Yitu didn't know how Jiang Hanyu helped Song Jingchen get through this hurdle.
But as long as the man is around, at least Song Jingchen won't be in danger of his life.
When the auspicious time came, under the instruction of Master Du, two domestic servants timidly supported the bride with sorghum poles to ward off evil spirits.
The body of the bride in the red dress was stiff, and two domestic servants lifted her up awkwardly, dragging her feet to the ground.
Maybe it was because of nervousness and fear. No matter how hard they tried, the bride's feet just couldn't be lifted.
"how……"
"I can't lift it..."
The two servants showed embarrassment, their faces turned pale with fright.
Mr. Du's expression was tense, and the jade wrench in his hand was almost crushed.
Just when everyone didn't know what to do, Master Du lost his temper.
"Don't worry about it, just worship."
He is also afraid that things will change if it is too late, and there may be fraudulent corpses.
The entire wedding hall was full of his junior relatives, and he couldn't accept the fact that anyone had an accident.
When the two servants heard this, their faces were so ugly that they were about to cry.
The smell of rotting corpses could not be covered by the powder, and the mixture of the two made the smell even more difficult to breathe.
Just when they were about to forcibly drag the corpse over, the young man who replaced the groom's officer suddenly stretched out his white hand to the bride.
"Huh?" Hai Ling couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly.
What does he want to do?
Everyone didn't know why, and something happened that made everyone suffocate in the next second.
On the white and slender palm, a swollen hand covered with corpse spots rested on it.
The bride stood up, standing stiffly in front of the hall, wearing a phoenix crown and a red hijab, she was not much shorter than the groom.
The two servants were so frightened that they almost sat down on the ground, and it took a long time to get up.
On the contrary, the master of ceremonies who presided over the wedding was quite calm, he forced a smile and shouted:
"Happy to celebrate this day to be a married couple, and happy to have a good relationship today!"
"Bow...to heaven and earth!"
This sound seemed to be repeated with the sound from the next door, one sound was clear and the other was vague, but they sounded at the same time.
Yitu clenched the Qianhong in his hand, and the moment he bowed down, he subconsciously looked up at Jiang Hanyu who was standing in the crowd.
The man's eyes fell heavily on him, hiding an elusive emotion.
The moment the two looked at each other, Yitu bent down instinctively, and the man lowered his head slightly.
Du Jinyu couldn't bend her body, and her extremely cold hands held Yitu tightly, without any intention of letting go.
Originally, he should be able to feel the pain, but due to the cold, he felt dull.
The hand she clenched was silently conveying hatred and anger to Yitu.
This was not the wedding that Du Jinyu wanted. She didn't want to get married during her lifetime, and she didn't want to be a nominal couple after her death.
But even if she became a ghost, she was still the ghost of the Du family, and she couldn't help herself.
The orders of the parents and the words of the matchmaker are filled with blood.
After worshiping, they walked all the way to the door of Du's house under the heavy gaze of everyone.
The sedan chair used to pick up the bride had already been parked there, and then the servant who went up to help the bride looked at the tightly held hands of the two with a troubled expression.
Yitu frowned, trying to break free, but as expected, he couldn't break free.
Du Jinyu was determined to take him away, and with her resentment and hatred at this moment, she would definitely not let Shao Feng's substitute go.
There was no way to separate, so Yitu could only get into the sedan chair with the bride.
Fortunately, this sedan chair has quite a lot of space, and it is just right for two people to sit down.
When the car curtain was lowered, the enclosed space was filled with a rancid smell.
The light shone through the red curtain, shining a dark red on his face.
After the silence, there was a deeper deathly silence.
Yitu heard the movement of the bearer lifting the sedan chair outside, and they set off on the road steadily.
Du Jinyu who was sitting next to him remained motionless, only their hands were still tightly held together.
Yitu felt very uncomfortable, that clammy and itchy touch.
Through the thin layer of curtains, the bridal sedan chairs of Dong Haoyue and Song Jingchen soon walked side by side with them.
With a thought in his heart, Yitu opened the curtain with his other hand, and only then did he see clearly the person sitting in the sedan chair.
A woman dressed in a wedding dress, and a wooden figure who looked like Song Jingchen in a groom's suit.
The wooden figure came alive, and the moment Yitu cast his gaze away, a ghost and a wooden figure all turned their heads to look at him.
Yitu hurriedly put down the curtains, turned around only to find that the head of the bride had turned around at some point and was facing him.
I don't know if he is looking at him or another bride in the sedan chair outside the window.
Du Jinyu's hijab was shaking, and the thin layer of cloth wasn't covering it tightly.
Yitu could still see the bride's horribly rotten face, and the cold sweat oozed from her back.
He didn't dare to act rashly anymore, and sat obediently, waiting for the moment when he got off the sedan chair.
However, he knew very well in his heart that he was afraid that if he got off the sedan chair again, he would no longer be in this world.
Sure enough, the sedan chair didn't go for a while, the light outside suddenly disappeared, and the inside of the sedan chair was pitch black.
Yitu couldn't help but raise his heart.
The place where the two families buried Du Jinyu and Dong Haoyue was placed on the other side of Yong'an Street on a hill with good Fengshui.
The grave had already been dug, and the coffin was carried over early. The people over there waited for the sedan chair to come, picked up the bride, and buried her properly.
But at this moment, the bride who failed to fulfill her wish, how could she be buried properly.
It is indeed a bit crowded to bury four people in the pit for two people.
In the cowhide notebook that Dong Haoyue and Du Jinyu wrote together, there was a detailed strange talk about ghost marriage.
It was the page that Yitu found Jiang Hanyu to repair.
It said that a couple who were forcibly separated due to their parents' likes and dislikes agreed to hold a wedding on the same day under really helpless circumstances.
With tears in her eyes, the woman asked the man when the wedding would be held.
The man held her hand tightly, and said with tears in his eyes, the eighteenth day of the first lunar month is a good day, why not make an appointment on this day.
On the eighteenth day of the first lunar month, it is advisable to have funerals and avoid marriages. The woman understood what the man meant, and the two said goodbye and said goodbye after the wedding.
And this farewell is a meeting in the underworld.
Because the person who committed suicide was particularly resentful, after frequent hauntings and accidents, the two families had no choice but to hold a ghost marriage for the two.
This couple of fateful mandarin ducks was able to form a real husband and wife.
And the ghost marriage recorded in the cowhide book also has a funeral process.
The person accompanying the funeral must be an adult man full of yang energy, otherwise it is easy to be taken into the field by ghost relatives.
Du Jinyu also asked Dong Haoyue to write in his notebook a spell on how to save himself if this happens.
Although the ghost marriage of these two people is very different from what was written in the leather book, Yitu only needs to know the spell to escape.
And the person who uses this spell must be a woman or man with a heavy yin energy.
After being brought into the field by the resentful ghost, people will not die of suffocation immediately, but will have a process of struggle and despair.
And during this process, the resentful ghost will watch coldly from the side until the person dies.
After a person dies, the yang energy in the body will quickly dissipate, and ghosts can feel it.
Therefore, the existence of this spell is not to make the trapped person struggle out of the ground, but to use the yin energy to deceive the grieving ghost into thinking that the person is dead.
Otherwise, the ghost bride will do it herself, and even if someone comes to rescue her, she will be a dead body.
Then prolong the survival time of the trapped, so as to strive for more chances of being rescued.
If the coffin of the bride and groom is buried deep, even if three or four people work together, it will be difficult to dig them out in a short time.
So such a spell is undoubtedly prolonging the despair of the trapped.
When Yitu saw Dong Haoyue's comment at that time, his thoughts were similar to hers.
But the existence of this spell is to give the player a chance.
Because he knew it in advance, all he has to do now is to wait patiently.
Waiting for Jiang Hanyu to rescue him.
The only person he can trust.
I don't know how long it took, but the sedan chair was still pitch black, until Yitu smelled the fresh smell of the surrounding soil, and he knew where he was.
Du Jinyu didn't say anything, she just held Yitu's hand tightly and pulled him out forcefully.
Yitu bent over and walked out, surrounded by silence and darkness.
But at this time, Du Jinyu let go of his hand.
She lifted off her hijab, revealing a face that was almost rotting away, exposing the bones.
She smiled happily at Yitu, opened her mouth but made no sound.
But Yitu knew what she was going to say, welcome to our graves.
Their unspeakable love is buried here, and the villains who try to stop them will also be buried here.
Another bride walked by Du Jinyu's side. The two smiled at each other in the dark, and then gradually walked away.
And Yitu, who was forgotten or even abandoned in place, looked at his rotting hand in astonishment.
It's not just his hands, his clothes are festering, his body is collapsing, disintegrating little by little.
And the breath is swallowed and taken away bit by bit, and the mud gets into the nasal cavity and the moist itching in the ears.
Yitu endured the pain of being unable to move his body, and he was buried alive in the soil.
Although I had expected it from the beginning, when I actually faced it, I was so fearful and desperate.
He could feel the sting of the bugs crawling across him and the weight of the dirt on him.
He couldn't open his eyes, the oxygen was completely taken away.
The only thing he can do now is to silently recite the spell in his heart and pray for the coming of Jiang Hanyu.
The mantra is short, with only a few simple pronunciations.
So Yitu remembered it firmly and easily, but now he realizes that these simple pronunciations are undoubtedly torture in disguise.
Recited thousands of times tens of thousands of times, how long has time passed?
How long can he read it again before he can go out?
Is that person not coming?He regretted it?
Yitu numbly looked at the despair spreading in his heart, and the surrounding darkness turned into a terrifying monster to swallow it up.
It turns out that this is the feeling of being buried alive and waiting to die a little bit.
Yitu could barely read those few simple pronunciations, and he even forgot what kind of face the person he was waiting for had.
Why wait?Those who should come will have come long ago.
The eyeballs sliding under Yitu's eyelids gradually became silent, and the corners of his eyes gradually became wet and turned into a tear.
However, this tear was quickly absorbed by the soil mercilessly, just as it tried to absorb this small human being.
I don't know how long it took, but the soil loosened.
Someone dug it up coldly and with an unstoppable posture, disturbing the surrounding silence.
When Jiang Hanyu's muddy hand finally touched a piece of softness, his heart trembled violently.
There was no expression on his stern face. If anyone was there, they would definitely say that it was a very fierce face.
He wiped the dirt from the man's face, and the familiar face seemed to be dead, or just asleep.
"Yitu?"
Jiang Hanyu's palms were sweating for no reason.
No one responded, and just as Jiang Hanyu was about to let go of the man's neck, the man in his arms suddenly choked and opened his eyes.
The moment the eyes met, Yitu's eyes filled with uncontrollable tears.
He couldn't help wrapping his arms around the man's neck, tears streaming down his dirty cheeks.
The parted thin lips trembled and wanted to say a word, but it took him a long time to find his voice.
"I thought you..." No more.
Jiang Hanyu's body froze, and after a while to react, he put the man on the man's back.
He hugged him tightly with a hug that was not consoling, and said in a low voice:
"never mind."