Immortal Cultivation and Life-Saving Guide

Chapter 320 Wei Xi made a mistake

With respect for the multi-headed bride, Wei Xi pretended to be honest and stepped into the brightly lit room.

The room was still hung with red curtains, and paper figures of the same material but different styles were sitting quietly in front of the dressing table. Everyone was talking to each other, and the voices of congratulations were getting louder and louder. The air was filled with a strange festive feeling.

The paper figure leading the way should not be allowed to enter the house, and should stand outside the door motionlessly, imitating the appearance of a monkey with a flowery mouth.

Wei Xi, forced into a difficult position, didn't sit back and do nothing. Instead, she imitated the smiles of the strange paper figures around her and happily blended into the group. She chose a position where she could see the "demure" bride but wouldn't be slapped to death by her.

Wei Xi, who is well versed in positional analysis, pays close attention to the bride's movements: she has not forgotten her identity as the bride's bride, and she never knows when she will need the bride's bride's groom to comb her hair.

Wei Xi fixed his eyes on the bride, trying to outline her hair accessories through the veil embroidered with vanilla patterns.

After all, Wei Xi usually used a wooden hairpin or a cloth to hold her hair together, so she had no idea how to style a bun. If he were to actually comb a bride's hair, and she turned out to be picky, Wei Xi's head would likely be used as a gift.

"...The bride looks a little strange..."

Wei Xi, who was mixed in with the paper dolls, moved secretly, trying to find out what was wrong with the bride by adjusting the angle of observation.

"A red wedding dress and a red veil—standard bride attire. The embroidery should be of Nanjiang's unique fragrant herbs... What's wrong?"

In contrast to Wei Xi's anxiety, the surrounding paper figures with miserable expressions were constantly congratulating him.

"May your husband and wife be harmonious and have a baby soon!"

"This outfit is truly magnificent! Look at the embroidery, I'm afraid even the chief can't afford it!"

"The Saint's wedding is naturally a grand occasion! The blessing from Lady Mu herself is the highest honor!"

……

Wei Xi, whose ears were never idle, was actively integrating the information. Although he didn't know whether it was true or not, at least he had a guess.

"Mu Niangniang? The Immortality Wood?" Wei Xi thought to himself, "What a unique name. Who is this Saint? The bride?"

"What kind of drama is the Changsheng Wood playing? How can I escape from this?"

The anger and terror she'd felt at being buried alive had faded, and Wei Xi had regained her composure. She had already changed her stance five times, but still couldn't find the source of the disharmony.

The paper figures around were talking happily, but they didn't do anything important. If they continued like this, the auspicious time would definitely be delayed.

When the paper man with a lantern came to "invite" people, he specifically emphasized the auspicious time. Wei Xi remembered it clearly and thought there might be some trap behind it.

"Since I'm not the only one who's blessed, I can just wait for others to demonstrate first."

Wei Xi was calculating abacus, determined not to be the one who stood out.

"The auspicious time has arrived! Take your seats!"

The sound came unexpectedly, and Wei Xi's attention was drawn back. The paper figures around him started shouting and clamoring, but it didn't sound festive at all, and instead made people feel cold in their hearts.

At this time, Wei Xi did not dare to be different, and quickly used Lingyin to shout a few times.

The bride, seated at her dressing table, was lifted up by a short paper figurine and slowly led behind the layers of red curtains. The figurine's lower body was completely replaced by wood, its facial features blurred, and its arm, supporting the bride, was wrinkled and looked quite eerie.

The strange pair were quickly engulfed by the red curtain. Luckily, candles were lit behind the curtain, allowing those outside—presumably Wei Xi, the only living person—to vaguely discern their shadows. Wei Xi had never paid much attention to marriages as a child, and since customs differed from those in the area, she had no idea how Nanjiang marriages were conducted, so she had to be cautious. Now, she mimicked the paper figures around her, a stiff smile on her lips, her hands resting half-closed on her stomach. Her pale face made her seem quite sociable.

"Open your face!"

A paper figure with thin eyebrows and flowery clothes twisted its waist and followed into the tent, holding a handkerchief in its hand, which seemed to contain something. Soon its shadow appeared behind the tent.

Wei Xi in front of the tent seemed to be watching a strange shadow play. He saw a paper man in colorful clothes standing on the left side of the bride. He took the round bowl handed by the paper man on the right and painted it on the bride's face with a brush.

Then the paper figurine in flowery clothes shook off two threads from the handkerchief and crossed them into a cross shape. The two ends of one of the threads were tied to the index finger and thumb of the right hand. One end of the other thread was held with the left hand and the other end was straightened by biting with the mouth. The red thread was attached to the bride's face, and the two fingers of the right hand were opened and closed repeatedly.

Wei Xi's face was in pain from the facial operation, but the bride didn't move at all and seemed to be very resistant to the pain.

The work on the flowery paper figurine was meticulous, its movements becoming increasingly vigorous. Wei Xi, observing closely, frowned: Is this bride's face made of iron? How could she remain silent even under such torture?
Things went beyond Wei Xi's expectations. The paper mannequin's movements became more and more ferocious, and the frequency of its twisting became faster and faster, as if it was going to crush the bride's face.

As blood and flesh splattered, Wei Xi's idea became a reality. The red tent was soaked in patches, as if telling the story of the atrocity.

"Could this bride be a mute?" Wei Xi complained in his heart: her face was crushed, but she didn't say a word. Either her bones are very hard, or she doesn't have the ability to wail.

After all, the amount of flesh and blood on a person's face is limited. With a fierce twist from the flowery paper figure, this extremely bloody face-cutting ceremony finally came to an end.

The paper figures watching outside the tent clapped and cheered. The smell of blood aroused their brutal and twisted nature, but they kept muttering words of congratulations.

"Please comb my hair, Quanfu!"

A voice like a death warrant came from behind the tent. An ordinary person would have fainted from fear.

Fortunately, Wei Xi was quite courageous and remained calm in the face of such a situation. She adhered to the idea that "as long as no one is mentioned, it has nothing to do with me" and diligently acted as a fake paper figure.

A tall paper figure stood out from the group of paper figures. Unfortunately, its limbs were made of wood, making it look a bit clumsy. Then another paper figure stood out. It had all the necessary parts, but its neck was a bit crooked...

The two paper figures stood relatively close to the front. Wei Xi seized the opportunity and followed behind the paper figures, imitating the appearance of his two "colleagues" and walking into the red tent.

Hearing the sound of the paper figures walking behind her, Wei Xi knew that she had made the right move: the Quanfu people were indeed going to enter the tent! If she had chosen to stay, she would probably have been killed by the next Quanfu people.

Wei Xi pressed the knife handle with his fingers, and felt more confident. He followed the paper man in front of him obediently.

Layers of red curtains and dim candlelight reduced the atmosphere to the lowest point. Irregular shadows were hidden in the folds of the fabric, like eyes peeping in the dark.

"This hurdle is over," Wei Xi said, his mouth straightening, his mind full of thoughts. "But how do I comb the bride's hair? Does she even have hair to comb?"

The face-opening ceremony just now was too bloody, and Wei Xi suspected that the bride was gone.

"Copying the answers from these paper figures won't guarantee a safe escape... After all, they're not human and aren't afraid of death."

Before Wei Xi could come up with a perfect plan, the group stopped beside the bride.

Before Wei Xi could see the surroundings clearly, her face changed drastically: there was one paper figure missing next to the bride!
Then there was a sharp pain in her chest. Wei Xi lowered her head and saw a piece of wood with tender sprouts piercing her chest.

　Don't worry, Wei Xi is not dead.

　　I wasn't satisfied with what I wrote yesterday, so I deleted it and rewrote it. Then I remembered my lame major course, and my mood got even worse...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)