649: Crazy, crazy

Gongs and drums sounded, music filled the air, and a team of farmers in festive red clothes, playing various strange instruments, led the way.

Behind them, four burly men carried a sedan chair, utterly devoid of any sense of refinement, and made their way to the outside of the small farmhouse.

From within the small courtyard emerged a groom, dressed in festive attire and wearing a red flower on his chest.

This fellow looked ordinary, his hands were full of calluses, he had an honest and simple face, and even a somewhat timid demeanor.

"Groom, time to pick up the bride!"

The sedan chair landed, and the groom quickly walked to the front, his back to the sedan chair, with his legs bent.

"The bride enters the new home…"

The sedan curtain was pulled open, and the bride, wearing a simple red cloth Bridal Gown and a red fringed veil over her head, leaped up and landed on the groom's back.

It was just that the groom was foolish, too flustered to even reach out and hold the bride's thighs…

The bride's body swayed, almost falling off.

"You're so clumsy!" the bride snapped, pulling off her red veil herself and slapping the groom on the back.

"Bang…"

With a muffled thud, the groom was slapped flat onto the ground.

Meanwhile, Shen Bei's mouth was slightly agape, staring blankly at this scene.

That short-tempered bride was none other than Blood Depletion Dao Consort.

She… actually got married here?

He then looked down at the groom lying on the ground, who, blushing, climbed back up and nervously adjusted the slightly crooked red flower on his chest.

That slap just now, even if it were metal, would have been instantly deformed.

This groom, who was clearly a Mortal, acted as if nothing had happened…

Looking at the surrounding villagers, they burst into laughter…

"Hahaha, Wang Er's little brat is too timid, he needs to find a fierce wife."

"Yes, if he doesn't find a fierce wife, this little brat can't even manage his own home."

"Oh, child, if the little brat isn't obedient, just beat him. Old man Wang Er definitely won't interfere."

The groom hastily carried the bride back, and the banquet began…

Shen Bei looked at the festive village, his head full of questions.

What kind of place was this, and who were these people?

How could Blood Depletion Dao Consort get married here?

And marry an honest man who seemed utterly timid…

Hmm, was she turning over a new leaf and marrying an honest man?

Or was she caught in some strange illusion, or perhaps brainwashed? Had she forgotten everything before?

Shen Bei was utterly confused, then looked at the dishes being served…

They were all excellent ingredients for replenishing Qi and Blood, especially the plate of fish in the very center.

Vaguely, he could still sense the strong Qi and Blood power within, and a hint of a peculiar fluctuation.

These villagers, did they really catch a Dragon fish?

Shen Bei's expression was a bit dazed; a real Dragon fish, caught by these people?

Full of questions, he now just waited to ask Blood Depletion Dao Consort.

To see if Blood Depletion Dao Consort still recognized him.

It wasn't until halfway through the banquet that Blood Depletion Dao Consort changed into a different outfit to toast.

When she came to Shen Bei's table, Blood Depletion Dao Consort saw Shen Bei, immediately scowled, and let out a cold snort.

"Hmph, why do I always see you everywhere?"

"You still recognize me? Where's Little Devil Buddha?" Shen Bei was silent for a moment, then asked tentatively.

"Today is my big day, and I welcome you to my wedding feast." A hint of a happy smile actually appeared on Blood Depletion Dao Consort's face, but when she looked at Shen Bei again, a hint of ferocity immediately appeared between her brows: "Don't talk nonsense about anything else, I don't want to talk to you!"

Shen Bei remained silent, completely stunned.

She actually remembered everything from before?

And, was she serious now?

Really getting married?

What the hell.

Shen Bei drank the wedding wine brewed from rice, feeling its mellow and lingering taste, then looked at the unappealing but substantial dishes on the table…

He felt increasingly uneasy…

These dishes, especially the Dragon fish meat in the middle, even he would feel his body heat up after eating it; the power contained within was simply too high.

However, the surrounding villagers, who all seemed to be farmers dealing with the land daily, and looked like Mortals, were eating heartily and having a great time.

After eating the Dragon fish meat, their faces didn't even turn red.

"Bang…"

A muffled thud came, and Shen Bei turned his head to see the honest and simple groom once again slapped to the ground by Blood Depletion Dao Consort, the solid earth forcibly dented into a human-shaped imprint.

As expected, the groom timidly stood up, carefully apologizing to Blood Depletion Dao Consort, asking her to calm down…

He didn't even have a scratch on his skin.

Shen Bei watched this scene expressionlessly, already somewhat numb.

This farm boy, who looked like a Mortal, to withstand this blow without any reaction, his Physical Body would at least have to be comparable to his own.

Turning his head, Blood Depletion Dao Consort went to toast her in-laws, and the ferocity between her brows dissipated by seven-tenths, as she smiled sweetly, looking nothing more than a feisty daughter-in-law who respected her elders…

Shen Bei drank the wedding wine, his mind almost short-circuiting.

What the hell was going on?

Blood Depletion Dao Consort clearly hadn't lost her memory or consciousness, she remembered everything, so how could she have turned over a new leaf so easily?

If she had ulterior motives, that would be one thing, but after watching for so long…

This woman, who wore her emotions on her sleeve, seemed genuinely sincere, truly willing to marry that timid farm boy.

If it were anyone else, Shen Bei would never think so much, he would just firmly believe the other party was acting.

But this was Blood Depletion Dao Consort; it was impossible for her to have such high acting skills.

Even if she did have such terrifying acting skills, she would ten times out of ten not bother to act.

A meal of spiritual wine and delicacies, and even a piece of Dragon fish meat with Dragon Clan Bloodline, yet Shen Bei ate it as if chewing wax.

After the wedding banquet, Shen Bei was enthusiastically arranged to stay at the home of the old farmer he first met.

The old farmer was named Wang Wu, known as Old Wang Wu in the village, and he lived next door to Wang Er's family.

As soon as dusk fell, the village plunged into darkness, and each household returned to rest; lamp oil was scarce, and no one was willing to light lamps.

Staying in the wing room, Shen Bei glanced at the freshly sun-warmed bedding, then at Bridal Gown's hands intertwined around his neck, and sighed.

"Bang!" Just as he closed his eyes, a muffled thud came from next door, followed by Blood Depletion Dao Consort's delicate shout: "You're so clumsy!"

No need to guess, the unlucky groom was beaten again…

"Ah…"

Not long after, Blood Depletion Dao Consort's passionate cries came again.

Wave after wave, without stopping…

Shen Bei opened his eyes; not only did he not feel distracted by this, but his heart grew even more puzzled and solemn.

Blood Depletion Dao Consort was really serious…

This was too abnormal.

This village was too abnormal; no, in a place like this, it was normal for it to be abnormal.

But what exactly was going on?

Most Cultivators were individuals with strong wills, in essence, stubborn.

And they were Cultivators from the Great Wilderness.

Once certain concepts were formed, they were very difficult to change, so what was it that could make someone undergo such a drastic change in a short period of time?

He couldn't figure it out…

Listening to Blood Depletion Dao Consort's increasingly high-pitched cries, Shen Bei no longer had the mind to ponder aimlessly.

The next day at dawn, Shen Bei, carrying Bridal Gown, came out to wander; nine out of ten people in the village were already up, some carrying hoes out, others carrying fishing gear leaving the village.

The door next door was wide open, and Blood Depletion Dao Consort, dressed in coarse cloth, her face radiant, came out of the courtyard next door, holding a winnowing basket.

Upon seeing Shen Bei, Blood Depletion Dao Consort immediately restrained herself, put on a stern face, let out a cold snort, and turned her head to look the other way.

"Stay a moment." Shen Bei didn't care if Blood Depletion Dao Consort disliked him; if he didn't ask some questions, his heart would be troubled.