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chapter 41

The villagers quickly set up the venue and began to move towards the village chief's house. Qiao Junying and Ye Weitong also mixed in.

When they arrived at the village chief's house, they saw three brides with red cloth on their heads and red silk wrapped around their bodies.

The three villagers who had grabbed the dolls before did not change their clothes, except for a big red flower hanging on their chests.

The blind village chief carried a gong like he did at noon. He tapped it lightly with a small hammer tied with a red cloth, as if announcing the start of the ceremony.

"Ding--"

Amid the crowd's cheers, three villagers carried the brides on their shoulders and strode forward.

Couples of men and women followed behind, singing strange songs and dancing.

The originally chaotic songs gradually merged together, and the strange melody and unfamiliar language enveloped the entire village.

They detoured every road in the village, and the people behind them pasted red flowers on the doors of every household. The group finally arrived at the open space outside the village.

Qiao Junying always felt something was wrong. When the brides were carried on their shoulders, they just moved up and down with the bumps of walking, but they didn't move themselves.

Now that they were put down, they followed the groom, with a stiff posture, like a puppet being manipulated, and every move was awkward.

She looked around, and there were villagers laughing and playing everywhere. It was dark. She couldn't find Shiyi Niang, nor could she see any players except Ye Weitong.

Several villagers with red cloth tied around their waists came forward, and the big drums were beaten "dong dong". The sound of suona cut through the night sky. Colorful fireworks illuminated the darkness. The villagers seemed to be ignited with enthusiasm again, and they were even more noisy.

Qiao Junying dodged the frantic waving hands of a villager next to her, and she and Ye Weitong dodged the crowd and squeezed to the edge. Through the red cloth, they saw the trees standing silently in the dark.

Looking at the villagers who were still excited after making a fuss for several hours, she stared at the jumping numbers on her wrist and sighed.

55, 56, 57, 58, 59...

00:00!

Qiao Junying almost held her breath. The fifth day arrived as promised in her anxiety.

When will "she" come on the fifth day? Will "her" arrival cause the death of the player? No one knows, they can only wait silently.

The next second after the new day began, a strong wind blew in the same place. The wind was very strong, sometimes to the north, sometimes to the south, sometimes to the west, and sometimes to the east. There was no pattern, as if someone was controlling it, and the wind direction changed at will according to the controller's thoughts.

The strong wind instantly lifted the red veil on the bride's head, revealing the pale face underneath. The veil fluttered left and right in the air with the wind, and finally floated into the dark woods. The

leaves were blown and whistled, like the ghosts of wronged deaths crying, and the lanterns hanging on the trees kept shaking, and finally they couldn't hold up and fell to the ground one by one like surrender.

The villagers' excited singing was instantly replaced by screams of fear. They squeezed and shoved in fear. Qiao Junying looked at the crowd in front of her and was very anxious.