There is a trick

Chapter 2 Do you want a wife?

"You don't have to worry about that. She is actually a living person. I don't know why she was buried together with Ah Chang." Zhou Sanji said without raising his head. "Besides, I asked about her birth date and horoscope. She is very suitable to dress up as Zhong Kui's sister."

"Okay, okay..." Sun Yanshun took another breath, but the doubts in his heart still lingered. He looked at Zhou Chang on the black cloth side - ever since Ah Chang was taken out of the coffin, he felt that Ah Chang was full of evil spirit, as if he had been "reborn"!
In particular, after Ah Chang, who was originally buried alone, was dug out, a "thing" of unknown origin, unknown whether it was a human or a ghost, was found in the thin-skinned coffin where he was lying. Even though Zhou Sanji said that the thing was a human, he did not believe it!
How could someone be buried underground and stay in an airtight coffin and still not die?

What's more, there were no signs that the mound where Achang was buried and the coffin nails had been moved. That thing simply appeared in Achang's coffin out of thin air!
But now the situation is pressing, 'Li Xiamei' may show up at any time, so even if Zhou Sanji's methods are full of evil, he can only rely on the methods of this Taoist priest to see if he can find a way out!
Sun Yanshun said nothing more.

Zhou Sanji walked back to Zhou Chang, looked at his pale face, and said with a smile: "Do you want a wife or not, Ah Chang?
Look at you, you just dug out of the coffin and you can already marry a wife - if those bachelors heard this, their eyes would turn red!
What do you think about this marriage?
Forget it, your opinion doesn’t matter!
People often say: marriage is determined by parents and matchmaker. Your parents are long dead. I am your elder, and I agree to this marriage!
But after all, he is Zhong Kui's brother-in-law, so it's not nice to use his real name.

Grandpa will think of a name for you, and you can be called..."

As Zhou Sanji painted those scribbles-like words all over Zhou Chang's chest and back, he slowly developed a feeling as if countless holes had appeared all over his body - warm air flowed deep into his body, and even his thoughts seemed to be irrigated.

His thoughts went through those 'holes' and into the outside world. He began to breathe the fresh air and was finally able to interact with the outside world. He was no longer like before, as if he was sealed in a stuffy coffin.

He tried to control his muscles and bones to stand up, but his body did not respond.

However, these ghostly symbols on his body are still of some use. Although they cannot allow him to stand up and move his body immediately, he can at least speak now.

So when he saw Zhou Sanji frowning in deep thought, he said at the right time: "My name is Zhou Chang.

The Zhou in Zhou, Qin and Han dynasties, and the Chang in the sun and moon."

"Your birth date is..."

Zhou Chang quickly calculated the years in his mind using the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, and said, "Wu Zi, Jia Yin, Wu Wu, Jia Yin."

It was only then that Zhou Sanji finally reacted. He raised his head, looked at Zhou Chang deeply, was silent for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "Okay, then you will be called Zhou Chang."

After saying this, he turned and walked to the other side of the room separated by black cloth.

Zhou Chang watched the black cloth swaying slightly and heard Zhou Sanji talking to a woman inside.

"Girl, did you hear what we said outside?

We need to escape now, the only way is to ask you to pretend to marry my grandson. I will cover your face with this yellow paper, you are Zhong Kui's sister.

Whatever I ask you later, just nod and agree. Do you want to do it?"

"Yes, yes..." A weak and timid female voice responded to Zhou Sanji in the Sichuan dialect.

After getting the woman's consent, Zhou Sanji turned back and stared at Zhou Chang and said, "When I ask you something later, you just nod and agree, okay?"

"I know." Zhou Chang agreed with interest.

He received so much absurd and bizarre information, and his heart was only slightly rippled.

He has always been like this, often alienated from everything and seems to be a very boring person to outsiders.

At this time, Zhou Sanji distributed suona, bangzi, erhu and other musical instruments to everyone. Everyone sat down in the room, pursed their lips and kept silent.

Then Zhou Sanji erected a white cloth banner in the middle of the room and hid behind it. Under the candlelight, only a slightly swaying human figure was left on the white cloth.

In the blink of an eye, the room was so quiet that you could hear the sound of the candle burning.

Zhou Chang was like an outsider in the middle of it.

He stared at the white banner that was used as a shadow play screen. As soon as he saw the figure on the white cloth gesture, someone immediately struck a gong.

The crisp percussion music reminded everyone present that a big show was about to begin.

After the bangzi music stopped, Zhou Sanji's hoarse voice began to ring out: "When discussing marriage, matchmakers are needed in ancient and modern times, and the etiquette and laws of the saints must be followed.

A skirt made of cloth and a thorny hairpin, a skirt made of cloth and a thorny hairpin, without a matchmaker, aren't they having an affair?
Now, there is a young lady from the Zhong family, Zhong Li, and a young man from the Zhou family, Zhou Chang, who are in love with each other. Although the heaven and earth are witnesses and their hearts are sincere, if there is no matchmaker or witness, wouldn’t it make this pair of lovers suffer more and become the unfortunate couple?”

As soon as the words full of deep doubt fell, a few more bangs sounded intermittently.

Then the sounds of erhu, sheng and other instruments began to mix together, until someone played the suona, and the room was filled with joy.

Even though it was chilly inside the house, with the sound of music, the room seemed to have returned to the time when spring was in full bloom and flowers were in full bloom.

Everyone used their instruments skillfully and coordinated seamlessly, like musicians in a troupe. At this moment, the shadow projected on the white cloth suddenly changed, and a hunched-backed, slightly flattering matchmaker suddenly appeared on the curtain, and a deliberately pinched, sharp voice sounded: "Oh, my - I will be an ice man and tie the red rope;
Just treat it as a matchmaker’s arrangement…”

The 'matchmaker' crouched down and tilted her head towards the other side of the room separated by a black cloth.

The matchmaker on the curtain originally had only an outline of a figure, but as she tilted her head to look at the other side of the black cloth, a pair of eyes drawn with ink slowly emerged on the curtain.

The pair of "eyes" stared at the black cloth that separated the room, as if they could see through the black cloth and see the woman behind it. Although the "matchmaker's" voice did not change, it was made to sound particularly sinister by the pair of eyes: "Miss Zhong, this young man from the Zhou family has a clean background. Although he lost his parents when he was young, he was fortunately raised by his grandfather. He was well educated and has a good character, and has never been tainted with bad habits.

I wonder if Miss Zhong is satisfied with the family background of this young man from the Zhou family?"

The sound of a needle piercing through the black cloth.

Behind the black cloth, the woman huddled on a high stool, her shoulders trembling.

Her face was covered with a piece of yellow paper, and her long black hair was tied up in a phoenix crown.

The woman was wearing a bright red wedding gown. The well-cut dress set off her graceful figure. Although her face could not be seen, she still gave people a feeling of brightness and luxury.

However, the bride in her wedding dress was sitting in this dilapidated house. Her red clothes looked like blood plasma, making the place seem even darker and colder.

The flickering firelight in the room was projected onto the black cloth, casting blurry shadows.

Hearing the voice of the matchmaker's question becoming clearer amid the noisy music, Bai Xiu'e reacted and answered tremblingly, "Very, very satisfied..."

She always felt that she had experienced the current situation many times before.

It seemed like the previous times, just like now, some people whose faces I couldn’t see clearly told me to just nod and agree.

The "matchmaker" outside spoke in a shrill voice and told the man, whom Bai Xiu'e didn't know, about the life experience of "Miss Zhong" and asked the man the same question.

When Bai Xiu'e heard the man's faint reply of "satisfied", she pursed her lips, feeling no emotion in her heart.

The music outside the black curtain became louder and louder, and the temperature in the room became lower and lower.

Bai Xiu'e's shoulders trembled slightly, and some strange yet familiar memories emerged in her heart one by one along with the noisy music.

She was dressing in front of the mirror. The mirror was misty and a charming and affectionate face emerged from the mist, looking at Bai Xiu'e across the mirror.

The beautiful face with a sweet smile gradually emerged from the mirror.

Its nose was touching Bai Xiu'e's.

The matchmaker's questioning voice came again at this time: "The young master of the Zhou family has a single name, 'Chang', and his birth date is: Wu Zi, Jia Yin, Wu Wu, Jia Yin...

I wonder if Miss Zhong and your parents and elders think that Mr. Zhou's birth date is a good match for you?"

After a gust of cold wind blew into the black cloth, Bai Xiu'e behind the black cloth sat upright on a high stool, motionless.

……

Bang!

The cold wind pushed open the door, and the lively music in the house fell silent.

Everyone froze and looked at each other, not daring to fiddle with the instruments in their hands or look back to see what was outside the door that was pushed open by the wind.

The terrifying legend that loomed in their hearts and the pressure from Li Xiamei were now almost condensed into substance.

While the door was open, Zhou Chang took a peek outside.

Outside the door, the sky was like a dome, covering the entire area, and there was nothing unusual.

Zhou Chang turned to look at the white cloth stretched out in the middle of the room. Zhou Sanji, behind the white cloth, had his eyes closed. The pair of 'ink eyes' on his eyelids were trembling slightly, and black ink was flowing down from his ink eyes - although he had his eyes tightly closed, the pair of ink eyes gave him a hazy perception.

The moment the door was pushed open by the wind, he felt that someone had entered the room and gone to the other side of the black cloth.

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