My Iyashikei Game Chapter 671: The Cursed Wedding
Chapter 672 The Cursed Wedding
Everyone has their own past, and everyone has their own secrets. If a person is lucky enough, he will meet someone who is willing to share everything with him.
Whether sad or joyful, even if it is just a trivial matter, it is enough for two people to chat and giggle for a long time.
Han Fei, who had completely lost his memory, saw the past that that person tried his best to hide. All the good things in the dream.
"Is she Xu Qin? I seem to have seen the side of her that people least want people to see."
All the ghosts in the ancestral house disappeared, but the evil spirit became stronger several times. This place cannot be lived by living people for too long. It looks like the home of "ghosts".
The terrifying scene in his mind could not be forgotten for a long time, and Han Fei walked forward with the **** paper figurine in his arms.
It's very strange, even if he doesn't remember anything, Han Fei still didn't feel scared after seeing the scary crazy woman. When he looked at the woman, he felt very uncomfortable. other emotions.
There are blank wedding invitations scattered on the ground, worn red ribbons are hung on the walls, and there is a plate of wedding candies on the table.
The third floor of this ancestral house has been arranged as a wedding room, and the owner has been waiting for someone.
Her wishes have failed many times, but this time her fate seems to have been changed.
"Do you think she wants to take advantage of my memory loss to see clearly what kind of person I am?"
Han Fei took off his shirt, took out the prepared pen from his backpack, and drew on his body the symbols and spells he had memorized in the room on the fifth floor.
The wind was blowing, but Han Fei was very calm inside. This haunted house seemed to be many times safer than his adoptive parents' home.
After finishing drawing the upper body, Han Fei took off his shoes and pants again. He was about to draw the mantra all over his body with a pen when footsteps suddenly sounded from the stairs.
"Han Fei! The pewter is all set up! Do you want to order now?" Panting, Xiao Jia ran upstairs, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Han Fei sitting on the marriage bed, not yet dressed.
"This is part of the ritual."
"I understand, I understand." Xiao Jia was shocked, and he backed away, not wanting to stay here any longer: "Is there anything else I can help you with?"
"Light all the candles, and you all leave this building."
"Okay." Xiao Jia nodded towards Han Fei. In the past, he only admired Han Fei's courage, but now he looked at Han Fei with respect for some reason.
Starting from the third floor, Xiao Jia took a lighter and lit the white wax on the stairs one by one.
The flame flickered, and the candle flame formed a faintly visible road in the darkness.
This road connects yin and yang, swinging between the deep world and reality.
Han Fei didn't bother with Xiao Jia, he wrote all the mantras all over his body seriously.
Unable to understand the meaning of those spells, Han Fei just copied them from his own memory, and he was not sure if marrying a ghost would succeed, after all, the chef with a disfigured face who lived on the fifth floor tried many times but failed. really worked.
"It's time to start."
Looking at the window, Han Fei found that the white wax had been lit at the intersection, and the faint light was very conspicuous in the dark night.
In order to prevent any further procrastination from attracting other things, Han Fei did not hesitate to arrange the various utensils in the backpack, and then sat side by side with the **** paper man by the bed.
"The yin house, puppets, red thread, spells, everything is ready, the only thing to worry about now is that I don't know anything except her name and the past she has been hiding."
The chef with a disfigured face and his wife have been in love for many years, the bridge of longing runs through life and death, and their memories have already blended with each other. Compared with the chef with a disfigured face, Han Fei has no advantage.
"If it's her, she should come."
The way to guide the soul back home has been laid out, and the next step is the most critical step.
Withdrawing "companion", Han Fei cut his palm and let the blood soak the red rope.
Clenching the wound on his palm tightly, Han Fei slowly raised his arm, his eyes were bloodshot, and he whispered two words.
"Call the soul!"
The yin energy circulating in the entire yin house paused for a moment, then frantically gathered towards Han Fei, streaks of blood appeared in Han Fei's eyes, splitting his vision and the world in his eyes.
An invisible ghost gate appeared in front of him, with an indescribable sense of oppression.
The dark curtain covering the memory in his mind shattered again, and Han Fei kept repeating Xu Qin's name!
He lost the memory of the other party, but just now he saw the despair hidden in the deepest part of the other party's heart, and saw the woman's first, most real, and most desperate appearance.
"Xu Qin!"
The image of the woman holding the table knife appeared in her blank mind, and her clothes were soaked in blood. She seemed to be standing in the living room at this moment, looking at Han Fei through certain rules.
Blood threads burst, and waves washed over Han Fei's body. He smelled an extremely **** smell, but he couldn't see anything in his eyes.
With a call, the window glass of the ancestral house suddenly shattered, and the white wax placed at the crossroad suddenly went out!
The flickering candles began to go out from the intersection, and there seemed to be something dragging the whole night to move in the darkness.
All the light was swallowed up, and the spirit-guiding road made of white wax disappeared section by section, and then the door on the first floor of the ancestral house was opened.
The sound of the door opening, the sound of footsteps, the candle in the stairs disappeared inexplicably, someone is walking up!
The altar table on the second floor seemed to be overturned by something, the sound of bowls, chopsticks and plates falling could be heard, and the smell of meat in the air became more and more intense.
When the yin energy gathered to its peak, a huge pale hand grabbed the handrail of the stairs on the third floor, a red hijab appeared at the end of the stairs, and a bride who was wearing a wedding dress and nearly three meters tall walked towards Han. non come.
The tall body touched the roof, and her hands and feet were tied with silver soul bells. Every step she took, there would be an unsettling sound.
Stepping on the dusty invitation, the bride stopped in front of Han Fei. She bent down and stretched out her red hijab face towards Han Fei.
The distance between the two parties is very close, the bride seems to meet all the conditions, and the blood-colored paper figurine did not resist. Now it seems that as long as the bride's hijab is lifted and the last soul-returning is read, the ghost-marriage ceremony can be completed.
Looking at the tall bride, Han Fei slowly raised his hand tied with a red string, but he stopped when he was about to touch the red hijab.
"You are not her."
Even if he lost his memory, Han Fei still said with certainty that he didn't know what a living person would look like after becoming a ghost, let alone what Xu Qin would look like now, but he just felt that the bride in front of him was not Xu Qin.
The giant ghost stayed in front of Han Fei for a moment. Her face wearing a red hijab slowly turned back, but her thick arm suddenly lifted up at this moment, and her pale palm, which was bigger than Han Fei's head, went straight to Han Fei. Non heart!
Wanding a knife to block, Han Fei's blade touched the giant ghost's palm, scars were dug out on his chest by the giant ghost's nails, and some bugs with soul poison got into Han Fei's blood vessels, But after a while, all the poisonous insects were poisoned to death, and fell out mixed in Han Fei's blood.
One drop, two drops...
Han Fei's blood fell on the ground of the ancestral house, in the pool of blood where the woman had been standing.
The sound of chopping meat sounded again, the meat was fragrant, and the Yin Qi permeating the building escaped in all directions, and all the characters of "囍" began to bleed.
The dark curse creeps out from the photos of the victims, echoing the despair left in the ancestral home.
The giant ghost bride stepped back, and she felt an extremely evil breath.
The photos in the handbag were torn to shreds for no reason, one curse after another merged into the despair of the ancestral house, and their figures were imprinted in the despair~IndoMTL.com~Constantly changing their figures until the giant ghost bride waved again When the claws were sharp, five slender fingers stretched out from the black curse!
She held the giant ghost's hand, and the cruel and overbearing curse instantly covered the bride's body, torturing her to the point of dying in the blink of an eye.
"I don't have to be his bride, but that's not your turn."
The woman made of curses and despair turned around slowly. She was covered in wounds without a piece of good flesh, and there were scars on that once extremely delicate face, which seemed to disappear at any time.
"Xu Qin?"
Han Fei looked at the woman under the curse, who was almost completely integrated with the curse, as if even her soul had been abandoned.
"You are the person I remember? But I don't think it should be like this." Han Fei pressed his head hard, and his brain was stung by an unknown emotion.
"The body was torn apart, the bones were crushed, and the remnant soul was pierced by thirteen table knives. I died a total of ninety-nine times..." The woman under the curse turned around, with boundless killing intent and hatred She deliberately hit the wall of the ancestral house, and her face, which was still full of fatal charm even if it was scratched, was close to Han Fei, but there was a different kind of light in her eyes full of curses: "But I don't mind, I will do more for you!" Die once."
(end of this chapter)