35: The Tiger's Wedding (Seeking follow-up reading and votes)

Tens of miles away, there was a small village named Peach Blossom Village.

In the wilderness, peach blossoms bloomed, painting the landscape pink.

It should have been a harmonious and peaceful village.

But on this night, the entire Peach Blossom Village was silent, with no lights.

Only one house was brightly lit!

It was draped with red cloth, adorned with lanterns and colorful decorations, presenting a festive and grand appearance.

However, inside the house, muffled sobs could be heard.

Two elderly people, in their sixties, were pressed to the ground by a group of people.

They were dressed simply, clearly appearing to be local villagers.

At this moment, a delicate young woman in a large red wedding dress was dragged out of the inner room by two burly village women.

The young woman, about sixteen or seventeen years old, cried profusely, resisting constantly.

Her fingernails, clutching the doorframe, were bleeding.

“I don’t want to marry!”

“That’s a demon!”

“Father, Mother!”

Then, a coarse woman with a dark Face and sparse eyebrows directly slapped the young woman, her expression fierce.

“Bah, bah, bah,”

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

“That is Lord Mountain Monarch.”

“If you don’t want to live, don’t drag the whole village down with you.”

With that, she forcefully dragged the woman out.

The two elderly people, still pinned to the ground, saw their daughter being treated this way and cried uncontrollably, tears streaming down their Faces.

Their aged eyes were filled with despair as they pounded the ground, shouting,

“Lian’er!”

“You are not human!”

“My daughter is still so young!”

At this moment, a small old man, holding a water pipe, first gestured to the villagers restraining the two elders, then spoke sternly.

“What are you doing? Old Chen and his wife are old; they can’t handle this.”

“Besides, once Lord Mountain Monarch marries Lian’er, Lian’er will be Lady Mountain Monarch.”

He was the village chief of this place.

With that, the village chief squatted down and sighed.

“Old Chen, why are you two old folks making things so difficult for yourselves!”

“We are all fellow villagers; we don’t want to make things so ugly.”

As he finished speaking, the two elders grabbed the village chief’s trousers, their Faces full of pleading.

“Village chief, please let Lian’er go!”

“We old folks are half-buried already; she’s our only daughter.”

“Please, fellow villagers!”

“I’ll kowtow to you.”

“I’ll kowtow to you.”

With that, the old man began to kowtow to the ground.

His head hitting the ground with loud thuds.

Blood gradually blurred the old man’s entire Face.

But everyone standing in the hall remained expressionless.

No one tried to stop him.

“Father!”

The young woman Lian’er watched all of this, crying out in heartbreaking agony, wanting to rush forward.

But she was held back tightly by the burly village women.

At this moment, the village chief’s eyes grew cold upon seeing the scene.

He simply stood up and indifferently ordered:

“The auspicious time is almost here. Put the red veil on the bride.”

He then added a sentence.

“Muzzle the bride’s mouth, so she doesn’t disturb the arriving adults.”

Immediately, someone gagged the young woman’s mouth.

Then, the vibrant red veil was placed over her head.

Afterward, the people in the main hall looked out into the night, some anxious, some bewildered.

At this time, what these villagers didn’t know was that,

Not far away, on a tree.

A man and a woman, two figures, stood on the treetop.

They had a clear view of everything happening inside the house.

The man was dressed in a splendid white robe, his hair wrapped in a white cloth, a jade belt at his waist, and his hands clasped around a sword. His figure seemed to merge with the night, but his eyes were like sharp swords cutting through the air, shining brightly.

Beside him, the woman wore a light green dress, her chest prominent, her Face enchanting, and a red mole between her eyebrows.

However, this man and woman watched everything unfolding in the house with indifference.

“That young woman’s crying is truly pitiful; she’s a beauty in the making. Senior Brother, don’t you have any thoughts of playing the hero and saving the beauty?” At this moment, the Green-Skirt Woman spoke, her voice lazy, a hint of a smile on her lips.

“Save her? Then who will be the Mountain Monarch’s bride, Junior Sister?” The man’s Face was cold, his expression unchanged.

“Would Senior Brother really be willing to send Junior Sister into the tiger’s den?” The Green-Skirt Woman smiled, her eyes sparkling.

“Stop wasting time. Your Dragon-Subduing Incense is planted on that young woman. Has it taken effect? There can’t be any mistakes.” The white-robed man snorted coldly.

The Green-Skirt Woman, seeing that her Senior Brother was unromantic, was not at all annoyed.

“Don’t worry. If that tiger demon touches the young woman, the Dragon-Subduing Incense will surely activate. By then, I guarantee this demon won’t be able to unleash even two or three tenths of its Divine Ability.”

“I suppose if I didn’t have this inherited skill, Senior Brother wouldn’t have thought much of me or brought me here to watch such a good show.”

As she spoke, the Green-Skirt Woman’s peach blossom eyes seemed to well up with tears.

“By then, I must congratulate Senior Brother on slaying another Body Profound great demon, gaining fame throughout Shu and having Luck bestowed upon you.”

The white-robed man’s eyes flickered upon hearing this.

Then, his gaze suddenly sharpened, looking towards the west.

“They’re here!”

As he spoke.

In the distance, under the night sky, a large mass of mist drifted from afar.

Within the mist, a red light began to rise.

Then, the sound of gongs and drums could be heard.

The sounds were filled with joy and a festive atmosphere.

But amidst the swirling white mist, there was a terrifying scene.

Leading the procession was a large red sedan chair.

The sedan bearers had pale Faces, their feet not touching the ground, as they floated forward with the mist.

Behind them, strange and grotesque ghostly figures flickered, hopping and skipping.

In the village.

In the brightly lit main hall, the villagers heard the commotion and saw the terrifying scene, their hearts trembling.

“The Mountain Monarch’s wedding procession has arrived!”

Someone spoke with a trembling voice.

At this moment, some households in the village, peeking through their windows, saw the Mountain Monarch’s wedding procession.

They quickly hid themselves.

At the same time, they sighed with regret.

“What a sin!”

These people had not participated in forcing the old Chen family of the village to marry off their daughter; they felt unbearable and somewhat sympathetic.

They could only hide in their houses, out of sight, out of mind.

At this moment, the festive music approached, entering the village.

The chickens and dogs in the village immediately fell silent.

Mist permeated the air as the wedding procession swayed leisurely, arriving at the brightly decorated house in the village.

The mist swirled, pouring into the house.

A wave of coldness washed over them.

Immediately following, a high-pitched voice, like metal scraping, rang out.

“The auspicious time has arrived! Please, Lady Mountain Monarch, enter the sedan chair!”

Everyone in the house shivered upon hearing this.

The village chief, who was at the forefront, gave several stern glances to the village woman who had been fierce moments ago but was now trembling.

The two village women’s Faces changed, and then they shakily pressed the frantically struggling bride, leading her out of the house.

When these two village women, holding the young woman, exited the door with pounding hearts, they clearly saw four pale-eyed ghost servants in the mist, which scared them so much they almost collapsed.

But they still managed to cry out in a voice on the verge of tears.

“The bride enters the sedan!”

And with that, they shoved the young woman into the sedan chair.

Inside the house at this time, the old couple watched, heartbroken, crying and shouting.

But the village chief cursed them fiercely:

“Damn it!”

“Quickly cover these two old things’ mouths! Don’t disturb these adults.”

(P.S.: The votes are great. Today is Tuesday, a crucial day. Thank you, everyone, for your support!)