Marry first and then love with escape game boss

Chapter 1 Dark Marriage

  Rest is to be awakened.

His head was a mess, as if he had just had a hangover. And there was almost a thousand catties of weight on top of his head, which made his neck hurt. An'an wanted to open his eyes, but his only waking consciousness could not control his body. He was suddenly a little scared, is his body still there? He doesn't feel it at all.

However, the moment this thought came to his mind, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The eyes are bright red.

Anxi subconsciously thought that something was wrong with her eyes, and it took her a while to realize from the flowing red. It was a piece of red cloth covering her eyes, shaking gently in the breeze.

What is this? God covered a red curtain in front of his eyes and forgot to open it?

Alright, in the next second, Anxi opened it manually by himself.

The moment he regained his vision, he saw that he was holding a beautifully embroidered, intricately patterned red hijab in his hand, with golden tassels on the edges.

Not only this red hijab, but everything around it is red. Red candlesticks, red luan tents, and big red happiness pasted all over the windows. Anxi was in a wedding room, sitting upright beside the wedding bed.

what's the situation? prank?

An'an's eyeballs rolled quickly. Who is so daring to play tricks on him? It seems that he has never been beaten by the society, but he wants to see what the mastermind behind the scenes wants to do.

Suddenly, An An's thoughts were interrupted for a second, because he saw the clothes he was wearing.

"Wow." An Xi raised her eyebrows in surprise, but the corners of her mouth raised unconsciously, "Things have become more interesting."

He was wearing a wedding dress, an exquisite, festive, and simple red wedding dress. This dress was obviously one size too small for him, and his long legs made the long skirt look like a three-quarter skirt.

An Xi recalled that when he was playing games, he had indeed set up the flag of "If you can't win this game, you will be a woman". Could it be that his teammates crawled along the network cable to find him to cash in? He subconsciously raised his hand and patted his chest hard, um...it was still flat, no apples or steamed buns were stuffed.

He turned his head to look around, but the huge weight on his head almost twisted his neck. Only then did he notice what woke him up, it was the bride's phoenix crown.

Speaking of which, what was he doing before he passed out? Who stunned him? The man specially helped him change into women's clothes, and why?

These questions flashed through An'an's mind, he didn't care, he just muttered to himself expectantly: "I'm getting married!" His tone was eager to try, and he didn't think about being bought by human traffickers to an old bachelor in the countryside. possibility.

Anxi, 20 years old, is an ordinary college student of science and engineering, and an extraordinary live anchor of the Internet celebrity life of death. If he hadn't searched through the wedding dress just now and couldn't find the phone, he would have started a live broadcast to say hi to everyone. He had already thought of the title of the live broadcast room: "Woke up and suddenly attended my own wedding, but the groom is not me, I'm the fucking bride".

Waiting and waiting, still no one entered the room, An Xi felt that he was a good young man who advocated free love in modern society, and he couldn't wait for an arranged marriage, so he got up and prepared to go out to have a look.

Rest in peace: Next, I will pick someone to be my groom. Who is so lucky?

But the clothes were really inconvenient. An Xi walked to the full-length mirror, looked at her hair full of beads, and realized that removing them all would be a big project.

Wait, isn't this set in classical Chinese style? How can there be a big full-length mirror?

Anxi is used to the modern decoration style, so she didn't realize it just now. He turned around in a circle, carefully took every corner of the room into his eyes, and found a lot of discordant things.

For example, the gramophone next to the closet, the ink bottle on the desk, foreign language books, and... "New Youth"?

Dare to love this period of the Republic of China!

He glanced at the gramophone a few times, and suddenly his hands were itchy, and he walked over to imitate the dandy on TV and moved the needle to the record with his orchid finger.

Next, please enjoy "Night Shanghai" or "Songgirl at the End of the World"?

Anxi thought too much, and the hissing sound of electricity kept coming out of the record player, like a phone that was connected but no one spoke, which made people feel a little creepy. An Xi rubbed her arms, and stepped forward to turn it off. But just when he was a little bit away from the stylus, suddenly a mechanical female voice came from the record player.

[Welcome to the live broadcast room No. 1467. The setting of this live broadcast room is: a gloomy old house. The host's mission: to escape from the Chen Mansion smoothly. The system prompts: blood dissolves in water. I wish you a happy live broadcast. 】

Anxi: "Wow, ah, ah... ah?"

What the hell? Anchor? escape? system hint? Is this a new type of tricky game? Anxi Zhanger Monk couldn't figure it out, he had been guessing that his bad friends were joking, but now it seems that the cost of this joke is a bit high. But if what the record player says is true, does that mean this is a studio? Hidden pinhole cameras all around? As an anchor's professional habits, An'an subconsciously looked at the neckline to confirm whether the microphone and GoPro were attached.

"Hey, say a few more words." An Xi patted the record player in the same way as repairing an old TV.

The record player was silent.

Anxi looked up suspiciously, and searched the four corners of the roof carefully, but found no trace of any cameras. He was confused, should he believe what the record player said?

do not care! All in all, remove the deadly jewelry on your head first!

An Xi stood in front of the full-length mirror again, tossing his hairstyle. He wanted to dismantle it violently before, but this long hair seemed to really grow on his scalp, and it hurt to death when he pulled it hard. .

Originally, his attention was all on his hair, but when An Xi finally finished it and moved his eyes down, wanting to see what he looked like in his wedding dress, he was like a spring and jumped out of the way in fright.

Although he just swept it away, he still saw his face clearly. In the mirror, the man has crescent eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, coupled with frowning eyebrows slightly frightened, he looks like a pitiful and delicate beauty.

His eyes widened, and his soul asked: Is this me?

Anxi moved closer again, forcing herself to look at the person in the mirror. That's right, it's my own face. It was originally a delicate and fair first love face, known as the perfect synonym for school grass, but under the heavy makeup, the features are not obvious. Anxi knew that she was good-looking, but she didn't expect women's clothing to be so lethal.

He touched his face in front of the mirror, as if thinking of something, his smile gradually changed.

At this time, the door shaft creaked.

An Xi turned her head quickly, but saw that the door opened and closed automatically without wind, as if being pushed open by someone, but no one appeared at the door.

With doubts in his stomach, he turned around slowly and continued to look in the mirror.

This was incredible. In the reflection in the mirror, a hand rested on his shoulder.

An Xi's hair stood on end all over his body. He stiffened his neck and didn't dare to move. He tried his best to glance at his shoulder from the corner of his eye. There was nothing there.

Then, the hand in the mirror moved slowly, stroked his chin, and gently lifted his chin. Then, the arm of that hand slowly emerged, followed by the shoulder, chest, legs and head. A man who was half a head taller than Anxi appeared behind him, with his arms around him, like a hug.

Anxi: Am I being molested?

Although the scene in the mirror was extremely clear, there was still no one beside An Xi. He stood stiffly on the spot, motionless, letting others tease him.

And the man in the mirror hugged him and didn't move, the two just looked at each other silently through the mirror.

Suddenly, Anxi moved.

He raised his right hand, which was covered with rings and bracelets, and gently gestured in the void. That's where the man's cheek in the mirror is. Anxi estimates the distance from the mirror, trying to touch him in reality.

Anxi: Come on, tease each other!

As the fingertips wandered casually, they actually felt a chill, as if they had touched a piece of ice. An Xi suddenly withdrew her hand, but her wrist was half-stretched and held. The cold feeling pressed against his skin, which is a touch only in reality.

The image of the man in the mirror gradually faded away, and in the real world, he stood behind An Xi.

An'an looked back at him, and glanced at the mirror again, this time, his reflection was not reflected in the mirror.

The man still approached Anxi vaguely, holding his wrist with one hand and his waist with the other. There was a slight distance between An Xi's back and the man's chest, like a trap trying to get caught. An Xi wanted to try what would happen if he stuck it on, but the man's body temperature was too low, or he had no body temperature at all, and he felt like a cold morning mist.

Anxi broke free from the restraint, and turned to face the man.

This is a handsome and tall man with deep eyebrows, a straight nose, and a slightly gloomy demeanor. Normally speaking, the pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose can neutralize this gloom and give people a gentle feeling, but when this man wears them, Anxi can only think of one word: gentle scum.

In terms of appearance, this man is impeccable, except for his complexion. His face was pale, deathly ashen, and lifeless.

Anxi felt that she was in a bad situation now.

Because the man is wearing a couple outfit with him.

The same exquisite, festive, and simple scarlet wedding dress, but for men.

This is his groom, right?

But the problem is, this gentleman is floating in mid-air! He has no legs!

A gust of wind blew through the room, the red candle on the table flickered a few times, the wax dripped down, and the red candle turned white wherever it passed.

Seeing this change, An Xi gasped. He was sure that this was not a good omen.

He was still staring at the man, not knowing what to do. But the man gently took his hand, and spoke in a low voice, his voice was like the wind into the pine forest: "Everything that is the reason for a husband and wife, the marriage in the past three lives, and then the husband and wife of this life. You and I have a good relationship today, and we are married. The relationship, the white heads stay together forever, the flowers are beautiful and the moon is full, and the Yanyan Erzhi will swim in the sea and dry rocks. It refers to the couple and makes an alliance first. Mrs. Chen, it's time to enter the bridal chamber."

The author has something to say: "The reason for a husband and wife... refers to a couple first Alliance." Quoting from the period of the Republic of China,

please ask Kang Yikang to receive the marriage certificate in advance (*/ω＼*)

"The First Broker in the Underworld": The ghost king insists on firing CP with me,

do you want to have a C funeral?

Do you want to learn how to rap?

Do you want to do a real zombie dance?

Do you want to sing death heavy metal together with the undead?

Do you want to become the hottest ghost idol in the underworld?

What is it to take the road of flowers, come and walk the road of Huangquan!

Join Yincao Entertainment Co., Ltd., and we will take you on a vast journey to stardom!

I, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, the founder of Yincao Company, am waiting for a rising star.

Looking at the small advertisement posted on the wall of Guimenguan, the unfortunately deceased top idol Hua Nian made a decision in his heart.

He is going to debut again and become the dream of all girls in the underworld!

However...

Contestant 1: "Hello everyone, I am a personal trainee, King Yama."

Contestant 2: "My Zhong Kui, professional ghost catcher, is a well-known IP in the human world."

Contestant 3: "Aww~ow~ (Translation: I am Listening Truth, and I am a spiritual beast for the Bodhisattva of the Bodhisattva, and the Bodhisattva asked me to be selected) "

Hua Nian: ... can you civil servants in the underworld make a debut to earn extra money?

"Hello teachers, my name is Hua Nian, and I was a debut idol during my lifetime."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva: "Pass! That's great. Finally, an experienced person came. From now on, you are our special agent."

Hua Nian: ? ? ?

Many years later, standing in front of the Naihe Bridge, the female ghost in Blood Pool Hell will recall the afternoon when the underworld boy group won the first place in the general election of idols in the three realms, and the king of ghosts proposed to Huada's manager in public.

Meng Po: "Drink me a bowl of Meng Po soup, the CP of love will never forget. Come on, continue to do it in the next life!"