After getting on the sedan chair, Yan Yan still had a bad face.
She really didn't understand why the aunt could put such scary bridal makeup on her face.
She stared at Bai Zhu's handsome face, stunned and unable to do anything.
In the end, she was the only one who was ugly.
Just like last night, when the time comes it's time to sing.
Yan Yan lifted up his red hijab and looked at the play that was being sung on the stage. There was a pair of scissors tied with red silk lying on the side of the sedan chair beside him.
This pair of scissors was given as a dowry, and the bride had to take it up the mountain with her. It was said that it was used to cut her hair and make knots, but it was actually used by the bride to commit suicide after going up the mountain.
There are two brides tonight, and there is still only one pair of red silk scissors.
"Welcome the bride!"
A sharp drama rang out on the stage. Yan Yan put the red hijab on his head and lifted the sedan props with both hands.
Behind her is the sedan chair with white candles.
There was a blush in front of him. Yan Yan saw a pair of black embroidered shoes from under the hijab. The tip of his nose moved and he looked at the corner of the sedan chair.
There is still the blood of the bride who committed suicide last night.
The person giving the wedding only remembered to clean the blood stains on the red silk scissors, but did not care about the sedan chair.
With the support of the actors, they got into the real sedan chair from the props, and several strong men carried the sedan chair up to Wutou Mountain.
The rain was still falling and the ground was muddy. The sedan chair moved very slowly, bumping constantly along the way.
Yan Yan sat in the sedan chair, moving his head little by little, and finally leaned against the sedan wall and dozed off. When he leaned against the sedan wall, the red hijab fell off.
When she woke up, she heard movement outside the sedan.
Yan Yan opened his eyes in a daze, and his eyes met the thing that opened the sedan curtain.
"ah!"
She opened her eyes wide and was so frightened by the shout that she lost all her sleep. She watched helplessly as the "ghost king" who opened the sedan curtain was frightened by her ghostly face and ran around in all directions.
Yan Yan: "..."
She frowned and looked at the "Ghost King" who was hiding behind the tree and then pretended to be calm.
The little ghost king knew that its behavior just now was unbecoming, so when it appeared again, it walked up to Yan Yan with a swagger.
Looking at Yan Yan's grimace, the little ghost king was still too frightened to come close.
Yan Yan walked out of the sedan chair, and the rain hit her, smearing the makeup on her face.
The face that originally looked like a ghost face now looks like a distorted and more terrifying ghost face.
The little ghost king tremblingly took out a handkerchief embroidered with orchids: "Wipe your face first."
Yan Yan lowered his eyes and looked at the handkerchief. He calmly took out a handkerchief and wiped it on his face: "I have it."
The Little Ghost King neatly folded the handkerchiefs and raised his chin to look past Yan Yan at the sedan chair behind him.
"Why are there two sedan chairs?"
"It's not that I didn't send the bride to you on time yesterday, I'll send you an extra one today as an apology," Yan Yan said.
Neither of them felt that the conversation at this time was very strange, as if they were chatting at home.
Yan Yan suspected that the rouge and gouache used on his face was scraped from the wall.
After wiping it for a long time, she still felt like there was a layer of lard on her face.
"Girl, why don't you go back to the sedan chair and sit for a while? It's raining heavily and it's difficult to walk on the road."
When the little ghost king saw that Yan Yan was soaked all over, he wanted to step forward to protect her from the rain, but he was too shy to step forward. Moreover, it was a ghost and could not protect Yan Yan from the rain.
Yan Yan nodded and was about to turn around when he realized what he was doing.
Is this little ghost king too gentle?
By the way, why does she think this kid looks familiar?
"Are you really the ghost king of Wutou Mountain?" Yan Yan was confused.
Why didn't she know there was this ghost on Wutou Mountain?
The little ghost king hurriedly waved his hands: "I, I am just a little ghost from Wutou Mountain, not the ghost king."
The cry of "Master Ghost King" made Yan Yan feel very comfortable.
No matter how comfortable she is, she can't tolerate this kid pretending to be her name and asking for sacrifices.
"you……"
"Boss, it's my lax discipline." The evil intention suddenly appeared, and he stood in front of the kid before Yan Yan could get angry.
"Lord Wu Xin!" Xiaogui looked at Wu Xin in shock, then looked at Yan Yan, "Gui, Mr. Ghost King."
It quickly knelt on the ground and huddled up.
"Is it your little devil?" Yan Yan asked.
Hu Xin nodded: "Yes, I usually tell it to do the trivial things in Wutou Mountain."
"But now I am Hei Wuchang, and it is taking living people as sacrifices." Yan Yan was helpless.
Even if he is the kid from Wutou Mountain, she can't protect him.
The little ghost cowering on the ground was shivering, and Huoxin glanced at it: "Is what the boss said true?"
It didn't believe that this little devil could do such a thing.
"I, I didn't harm anyone." The kid trembled, wishing he could crawl into the soil.
Yan Yan couldn't stand the pitiful look of human ghosts, so he said helplessly: "Then get up and talk properly."
"I, I, I didn't harm anyone." The kid was so frightened that he didn't notice Yan Yan's words at all.
When evil intention is about to come forward.
"White-haired sister?"
A girl holding an oil-paper umbrella walked over in the rain and fog. After seeing Yan Yan, she came over in surprise.
The girl in front of him looked familiar, but Yan Yan couldn't remember it for a moment: "Who are you?"
"You asked me about Sister Xu Niang back then." Yun Niang said with a smile, and from the corner of her eye she saw the Little Ghost King cowering on the ground.
"Master Ghost King, why are you kneeling on the ground?"
The little ghost king raised his head in fear, not knowing whether to look at Yan Yan or Wu Xin: "I told her that I am not the ghost king."
Yun Niang smiled apologetically: "I'm used to it." She turned her head and glanced at the sedan, "It's raining, I'm here to give an umbrella to the bride." She raised the oil-paper umbrella in her hand.
Yan Yan raised his eyebrows and looked at Little Ghost King and Yun Niang: "Who can tell me what is going on?"