Every household in the village smoked from cooking, and from time to time the sound of cocks crowing and dogs barking could be heard.
On the path beside the fields, there were several shepherd boys singing songs and driving their cattle and sheep with whips, looking as if they were having fun and forgetting to return home.
There was a farmer returning from the field carrying a hoe. When they met, he was silent and seemed to have a sad look on his face.
There is an old man in front of the village house. He is thinking about his grandson who is grazing. He is leaning on the firewood gate and looking out, hoping that his grandson will come back soon.
The village woman, who was afraid of chickens and ducks in the courtyard, saw the luxurious oxcart coming to the village and cast a curious look.
Everything seemed quiet, peaceful and rich.
But the seemingly beautiful scene in front of me immediately fell into pieces and ceased to exist after saying "The little lady Yaoyao ran away."
The farmer dropped his hoe in panic and ran back. The village woman stopped and was afraid of eating chickens and ducks.
The old man couldn't help but lean against the firewood door, looking at the dim sky, shaking his head and sighing.
Almost all the villagers who heard this became panicked and frightened, and they were all at a loss as to what to do.
The only thing that remains unchanged is the cheerful shepherd boy driving the cattle and sheep.
"Miss Yaoyao, has she run away?"
Some villagers couldn't believe it and their expressions changed greatly.
"Run away, run away!"
The villager who sent the message sat down on the ground with a sad face, extremely regretful, hammered the ground with both hands, and cried: "She really ran away."
"How dare she run?!"
Some villagers stared wide-eyed and murmured in disbelief: "How dare she, she, run away? She, she ran away, what should we do? What should we do?"
"If she runs away, we will all die, we will all die!"
Some villagers were so angry that they started to curse, their eyes full of fear.
At this time, the villagers were panic-stricken, and their faces were as pale as earth.
"Why don't you go chase it quickly?"
The old man holding the cane shouted loudly with his cane.
Upon hearing this, the villagers ran wildly around, both men and women, looking for the escaped little lady Yaoyao.
"She should have run over there, chase her quickly."
Some villagers pointed to the north road. When they saw everyone chasing towards the north, they quickly said: "Everyone split up and chase!"
The shepherd boys driving the cattle and sheep seemed frightened by this scene.
At this time, both Feng Qingyan and Ziyaqin frowned, vaguely feeling that something was very wrong, and looked at each other as they looked at the villagers who were chasing after them like crazy.
"Old man, what happened?"
Feng Qingyan hesitated and asked.
"It's okay, it's okay, it's just little lady Yaoyao who wants to run away from home."
The old man's eyes were dull, and he waved his hands feebly, saying: "You'd better leave quickly, don't stay here, don't stay here."
After saying that, he hobbled back with a cane, as if he had lost his soul.
Snapped--
The old man only walked a few feet before he stumbled and fell to the ground.
Feng Qingyan quickly walked up and helped the old man up, and couldn't help but ask again: "Old man, are you really okay?"
"it's okay no problem……"
The old man murmured.
Feng Qingyan didn't ask any more questions, and while helping the old man walk back, he looked around suspiciously.
In a courtyard, a woman cried loudly, and a man covered his face tightly with his hands, tears streaming down his palms.
Feng Qingyan signaled to Jiuge, who immediately walked into the yard.
"Can't find it."
After a while, a villager came back crying in despair, walked into the courtyard where the woman was crying, pointed at the woman and the man and shouted angrily: "Hand over Yaoyao quickly, do you want to kill a whole village?"
"Hand it over quickly!"
Another villager came and cursed angrily.
"It must be you who hid Yaoyao, please hand over Yaoyao quickly."
More and more villagers gathered in the yard, each one yelling curses and their words became more and more vicious, "If you don't hand Yaoyao over, we won't let you go even if we become ghosts!"
Feng Qingyan and Zi Yaqin stood in front of the yard, frowning and looking at the situation inside.
"Jiu Ge, can you please find out more about it?"
After Jiuge was admitted to the hospital and his inquiries were fruitless, he went to inquire about the children of the villagers.
"Sir, it seems that a ghost uncle has taken a liking to little lady Yaoyao and wants her to be the ghost bride." Jiuge suppressed his voice and said with some anger, "Ghost uncle said that if little lady Yaoyao dares to run away,
Just massacre the whole village, leaving no chickens or dogs behind."
"What?"
Feng Qingyan and Ziyaqin both exclaimed, somewhat unbelievable.
Are the ghosts in Youdu so domineering and unscrupulous?
"Then why don't the whole village run together?"
Hibiscus said a little doubtfully.
"Run, where are you going? Where can you run?" Feng Qingyan shook his head and said, "Even if he escapes from Shu, the Yin soldiers can still catch him."
"this……"
Mu Jin couldn't help but said: "Could it be that little lady Yaoyao is going to marry Uncle Gui? Can they bear it?"
"They can't bear it, they will die."
Seal Qingyan Road.
"Can they just bear it?"
Mu Jin and Di Tang were filled with indignation and said, "Sir, what should we do?"
"What else can be done?"
Ziyaqin sighed.
Although he didn't want to offend Youdu, but...
The sky is getting darker and darker, but the little lady Yaoyao still doesn't want to die, and the whole village is going crazy.
In anger and despair, the villagers set fire to Yaoyao's home and knocked Yaoyao's father to the ground. Yaoyao's mother's face was also torn apart by the woman...
"It's all your fault!"
"Hand over Yaoyao quickly, do you want to kill everyone?"
Some villagers knelt down and begged, hoping that Yaoyao's parents could hand over Yaoyao.
"Run away, run away, let's all run away." The old man with a cane looked at the sky and said to the villagers, "Escape one by one if you can..."
"Escape, where can you escape to?"
Some villagers burst into tears and shouted: "No one can escape, they will all die..."
But some villagers ran home, packed up some belongings, and fled frantically.
Before the villagers could escape from the village, loud and exciting suona sounds were heard outside the village. When the villagers heard it, they immediately collapsed, with despair in their eyes.
The suona tune is lively, joyful, harmonious and melodious, making it very festive.
But in the ears of the villagers, it was a mournful tune.
"Coming, they are coming, they are coming..."
Some villagers said in despair, staring blankly at the bright red color that appeared in the darkness in front of the village.
It was a big red flower bridge, and eight ghost servants in red clothes were jumping up and down to carry it. In front of it were several long-sleeved ghost servants in red, twisting their bodies and playing the suona.
Behind the Big Red Flower Bridge, there were dozens of ghost servants carrying utensils covered with red threads.
In the blink of an eye, the Big Red Flower Bridge appeared in the village.
At this time, the leading ghost messenger saw the raging fire burning in Yaoyao's house and the little lady Yaoyao was nowhere to be seen, so he shouted angrily: "Where is the bride?"
The villagers did not dare to answer. They knelt on the ground one by one in fear, as if they were waiting to be reprimanded.
"snort!"
The leader of the ghosts was cold, and with a wave of his hand, Feng Guan Xia Pei appeared in front of him, saying: "Only half an hour, no one will be seen for half an hour, and no chickens or dogs will be left!"
The villagers collapsed on the ground after hearing this.
Half an hour passed, and when the villagers were in despair, a girl with flashing tears appeared, slowly walking towards the phoenix crown and harem suspended in mid-air.
"play music!"
The leader Gui Cha waved his hand and said happily, "Hang up the lanterns and put on the colors."
At this time, a ghost immediately found a nearby home to hang lanterns and streamers, thinking it was the bride's home. After a while, the whole village became festive.