646: Ghost bride, sister?

Ning Buxiu and Cang Poshi arrived at the wedding feast without attracting anyone's attention.

There was even a 'person' nearby who enthusiastically pulled Cang Poshi to a table and used chopsticks to place half a human foot into the bowl in front of him: "Eat, eat, eat! It's fragrant!"

Cang Poshi's old face twitched at this.

Seeing that Master made no move, he understood that the guest pulling him would not pose any danger, but was merely expressing simple enthusiasm.

At the wedding feast currently underway, the liveliest spot was where the groom, Gao Lang, was located.

Looking at the other party's somewhat pale expression and the puddle of vomit not far away on the ground, Ning Buxiu could easily guess that after this guy discovered the true nature of the 'beef', he vomited until he was half-dead.

At this moment, he was still somewhat shaken and had a deep psychological trauma.

However, with these layers of emotions piled on, he still had to, according to the narration he heard in his ear, toast each of these guys in front of him one by one.

Fortunately, the alcohol in his hand wasn't something disgusting.

The mellow fragrance tasted as if it had been aged for a hundred years; the long-lasting and rich flavor dispelled a good deal of the nausea in Gao Lang's heart.

"Groom, come, come! I wish you and your bride an early birth of noble sons and daughters, and to grow old together!" A guest at a table stood up with a wine cup, still chewing on the meat that Gao Lang didn't even dare to look at closely.

In response, Gao Lang could only force a smile and raise his wine cup.

After one round, he felt a little drunk.

However, thinking of the place he was in, Gao Lang forced himself to stay alert.

"Groom, your alcohol tolerance isn't great." While Gao Lang was slightly dazed, he suddenly felt a hot hand rest on his shoulder.

His slight drunkenness instantly dispersed, and Gao Lang nervously looked at the person in front of him.

This was a young man about the same age as him, unlike the other guys who were hunched over the dining tables, their mouths covered in human grease. The Man in front of him had no trace of grease on his body, and his eyes were not like the others', which had a stiff and eerie gleam in their emptiness!

"Want a telephone? It's free." Ning Buxiu then spoke.

"A Te- telephone?" Gao Lang had never heard of this thing before.

And then, Ning Buxiu took out two stone telephones from his body and placed them in Gao Lang's hand: "Give one to the bride, this thing is better than letters."

Looking at the two stone blocks in his hand, Gao Lang's puzzled expression did not fade.

Looking up, the person who gave him the telephone had already merged into the crowd, their whereabouts unknown.

In the World of the play, the sky darkened very quickly.

In the blink of an eye, Gao Lang, who was still staring blankly at the telephone a moment ago, found himself at the door of a room draped with red cloth.

["Hey! Stepping into the bridal chamber, the groom lifts the veil, the bride is beautiful as a painting, drink the cross-cupped wine, the bridal night, clouds turn into rain."]

"Bridal chamber?!" Gao Lang swallowed hard.

This wasn't anticipation, it was fear!

In a place like this where people were eaten as meat, Gao Lang felt like there were Ghosts everywhere!

The bride, whose face he had never even seen, was most likely a Ghost!

He hesitated at the door for a good while. Gao Lang noticed the Ghost claws under his clothes showing signs of extending. In his misery, he could only finally step through the doorway.

In the pitch-black room, an oil lamp was lit.

The old-fashioned oil lamp from a hundred years ago flickered with a weak Firelight, only illuminating the tabletop within half a foot around the lamp!

And on the bed, a Woman sat quietly, dressed in dark red robes, her head covered with a red cloth.

Judging from the Woman's hands, which extended from her sleeves and rested on her knees, her skin was very fair. Apart from revealing a hint of pallor, it wasn't frightening.

Remembering the narrator's reminder, Gao Lang nervously picked up the Mu stick from the nearby table.

With obvious fear, he lifted the red veil in front of him.

And when he saw the person under the veil, Gao Lang was instantly stunned.

After a long pause, he said in confusion: "Sister?!"

"Sister, you're here too?! What on earth is going on?! How do we get back?!"

After Gao Lang saw this familiar face, his previously tense mood immediately relaxed.

He even walked over to the nearby table and poured a cup of wine, wanting to quench his thirst.

However.

A faint voice, however, made Gao Lang's hair stand on end.

"This first cup of wine should be Husband and Xiao Fu's cross-cupped wine, Husband must not drink it carelessly." The tone and words were completely unlike his Sister's, causing Gao Lang to freeze completely.

He turned his head to look at the familiar face in front of him, but the expression revealed within it was one that Gao Lang had never seen before – it was foreign!

"Sister, don't scare me, you are my Sister, right?!"

"Husband doesn't recognize Xiao Fu anymore?" The bride's brows furrowed slightly, and tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at Gao Lang: "Is it because Xiao Fu's makeup is too thick that Husband can't recognize her?"

"This humble one will remove her makeup now, will remove her makeup now."

The Woman said, grabbing her face with her hand.

"Rip!" Five bloody gashes were forcibly ripped out!

As blood spurted from her face, the Woman sitting on the bed didn't pause at all, and once again tore and scraped off flesh from the wounds on her face!

For a moment, splashes of blood rained down on the dark red wedding dress, and a thick smell of blood rushed at him!

"Husband mustn't fail to recognize Xiao Fu, Xiao Fu will remove her makeup now, remove her makeup!"

"Stop, stop, stop!!" Gao Lang was so scared that he felt the urge to urinate.

If she kept scraping, her face would be gone, and her bones would be showing!

"Husband recognizes Xiao Fu?" The Woman, with her bloody and mangled face, stood up with a hint of surprise in her tone.

At this, Gao Lang's breath trembled, and he stammered for a long time before saying: "Yes... I recognize you."

"That's great, I knew Husband would recognize Xiao Fu!" The Woman happily revealed a smile, but that smile covered in blood was completely the opposite of the joy in her tone!

And it was precisely this combination of two extremes that gave Gao Lang an unspeakable sense of evil strangeness and a chilling coldness that went straight to his scalp!

"Husband, let's drink the cross-cupped wine." The Woman slowly walked to the table.

The closer he was to the faint candlelight, the more clearly Gao Lang could see the Woman's bloody face.

Beneath the injuries that had just appeared on her face, he could completely confirm that this was his Sister!

But what was the situation with his Sister now? Could it be that she was possessed by a Ghost?!

Thinking of this, cold sweat couldn't help but break out on Gao Lang's back.

That is to say, his bride was really a Ghost!

This experience, which lasted less than an hour, could be said to be the most terrifying memory in his life from childhood to adulthood!

The key was that this wasn't a dream!

His senses were so clear and real that Gao Lang even thought his previous life was the dream!

In front of the dim oil lamp, Gao Lang wanted to resist but didn't dare to act, and drank the cross-cupped wine with the person in front of him.

Looking at the other party's close, bloody face, Gao Lang only felt a wave of discomfort.

This was his Sister, the Sister who looked ordinary in his eyes as a younger brother.

"They're not going to consummate the marriage, are they?!" Thinking of what was coming next, Gao Lang's breath caught, and his heart skipped a beat.