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Chapter 88: The Groom

"Young man, the village is not peaceful recently, please don't knock on the door, be careful..."

"Hehe, hahaha, groom's officer, groom's officer..."

Just as she was about to speak, a child with pigtails suddenly ran over from a short distance away and slammed into the old lady's back.

The old lady's head, which had been afraid to move much, was struck and fell to the ground with a hiss.

The headless paper man's body fell to the ground, motionless.

"Huh...? Did you get hit and killed?"

Seeing the paper-tied boy running away, Wang Jin reacted for a long time before reluctantly accepting this fact.

Unlike the monsters in other scenes that can't be killed no matter what, the paper-tied people in the third scene are very fragile, and can even be said to be destroyed by a touch.

Therefore, if Wang Jin wanted to know the information, he could only ask politely. If the action was even a little drastic, the paper man would fall apart on the spot.

It's a pity that the old lady was finally willing to tell herself, but she was knocked to death by the child.

But the kid was so fast that he had disappeared without a trace, and Wang Jin couldn't catch up even if he wanted to.

Recalling the child's laughter, Wang Jin frowned.

"Groom officer? Are you talking about me?"

Wang Jin lowered his head and looked at himself. The sportswear stained with blood and dust, the fruit knife with blood stains on his waist, and the weather-beaten backpack had nothing to do with the groom. Maybe some people would believe him if he was a murderer.

Shaking his head, Wang Jin turned his attention to the old lady's mutilated paper body.

It doesn't matter if you don't see it, Wang Jin was really shocked when he saw it.

The old lady's head lit up with a strange light at some point, and flew swayingly into the sky, like a white paper lantern.

As if aware of Wang Jin's gaze, the human-headed lantern looked at Wang Jin, with the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a strange smile.

I don't know what kind of structure it is, but a gust of wind blew up from the underground village, blowing the old lady's head away.

"Wow, wow..."

The lanterns hanging at the door of the house swayed together.

For some reason, Wang Jin suddenly felt that those lanterns might have been the heads of paper figures, and they were secretly staring at him at the moment.

"Don't knock on the door, be careful..."

Wang Jin thought of the old lady's words, but unfortunately her head moved before she could finish her words.

"Can't you knock on the door?"

After thinking for a moment, Wang Jin kicked the door of the house in front of him.

Following the lessons learned from Ah Zi and Ah Zhu, Wang Jin did not intend to let Xiao Hei go too far away from him. He could just do such small things as opening the door by himself.

"Bang!"

The old wooden door opened with a strong kick from Wang Jin.

Wang Jin walked in with his head tilted.

The quaint little yard was decorated very festively, as if there was some happy event.

Red cloth was rolled up into flowers and hung on the beams. Two lanterns, one red and one white, were hung at the door. White happy words were pasted on the wooden carved windows. It was festive but also a little weird.

What pushed this weirdness to a higher level was probably the coffin placed in the middle of the yard.

Different from the coffins buried on both sides of the dirt road, this coffin was lying safely in the middle of the yard, with the words "Hi" written on it and also painted with red paint.

This method of combining red affairs with white affairs seems to be very common in the Bone Corpse Village.

Two apparently unrelated things were forcibly combined, looking so twisted and absurd.

Stepping forward and asking Xiao Hei to open the lid of the coffin, Wang Jin turned his attention to the inside of the coffin.

"Fuck!"

Wang Jin was startled and almost asked Little Heiola to come up.

Inside the coffin lies a male paper figure.

He was wearing a black and red shroud and a melon cap on his head. His eyelidless eyes were staring at Wang Jin.

"Sorry for disturbing your sleep."

Wang Jin smiled apologetically, then stretched out his hand to close the coffin lid.

The paper man pressed down on the coffin lid. I don't know where he got such strength, but Wang Jin couldn't move him at all.

"It's about to begin."

After saying these words, the paper man suddenly sat up and faced Wang Jin with a big smile on his pale face.

"Start with what?"

Wang Jin was confused when the paper man suddenly jumped out of the coffin, and only then did Wang Jin see clearly what was in his hand.

It's a flat gong, the kind carried by watchmen in ancient times.

Matching the gong is a small hammer wrapped in white cloth.

Wang Jin could almost imagine the paper man knocking on the gong and shouting, "The sky is dry and everything is dry, be careful of the candle!"

It's a pity that the little hammer is now greeting Wang Jin's head.

"Your uncle!"

With a cry of surprise, Wang Jin narrowly avoided the attack of the paper man.

He knew the strength of the paper man. If the blow just now was really strong, his head would definitely explode like a watermelon.

"Brother, my melon doesn't stay ripe."

Wang Jin did not fight back immediately because the paper man was smiling at him.

Although it was scary to see a smile on the paper man's face, Wang Jin did not read any hostility from that smile.

"Just kidding, Mr. Groom."

The paper man opened his mouth, and a hoarse and strange voice reached Wang Jin's ears.

"when!!"

The gong was struck, and the sound was unexpectedly pleasant.

"It's about to start, get ready."

The paper man smiled, then turned around and left the yard, not looking back no matter how Wang Jin called.

"He also said I was the groom's official?"

Wang Jin raised his eyebrows.

"I wonder if the bride is pretty or not."

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"Marry the bride, marry the bride!"

"She looks so beautiful in her wedding dress!"

"Human skin is used as a hijab, and human blood is used as red makeup."

"When we got into the coffin, everything changed!"

Several child-like paper figures sang strange songs and kept circling around the figure in the white wedding dress.

The bride's face was covered by a hijab, so her appearance could not be seen clearly.

As if she heard something from the paper people's songs, the bride began to shake slightly, not sure whether it was fear or nervousness.

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After the paper man left, Wang Jin wandered into the room behind him.

Surprisingly, this huge house is actually made of paper. With a little force, you can tear through the paper on the surface and see the bamboo strips inside.

However, this paper-made house actually perfectly presents all scenes including the kitchen stove.

Wang Jin looked around and found nothing.

The furniture in the house is not all made of paper, such as the kitchen knives in the kitchen and the scissors hanging by the window.

"Hang scissors by the window? What does that mean?"

Wang Jin raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect a paper man to be so superstitious.

After walking around the room and finding nothing useful, Wang Jin turned around and walked out.

"Haha, hee hee..."

The village that was empty just now and the doors were closed was suddenly bustling with people, people coming and going saying hello to each other, everyone seemed to be attending some kind of event, with smiles on all their faces.

This scene that should have been very festive and lively was now filled with a strange atmosphere.

[Author's digression]: Happy New Year, happy New Year

I wish you all a Happy New Year

Welcome to the group to receive red envelopes


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