This actor is full of tricks.

There are still five minutes until the wedding starts.

Some villagers carried four chairs onto the stage, and an elderly couple sat on two of the chairs. They must be the groom's parents.

The other two chairs were empty, reserved for the bride's parents.

The female college student stood up and looked for a long time: "Why didn't the bride's parents come?"

Among the people at this table, only Lin Jue knew that the bride's parents were dead. Perhaps the gods deliberately killed them in order to make the bride more compatible with Wu Xiumei. Later, there were only two paper figures sitting in that seat.

"The wedding hasn't started yet, why are you more anxious than the groom?" The man in the jacket teased with a smile, but as soon as he finished speaking, the smile on his face froze instantly.

Then two more villagers came up to the stage holding paper figures and placed them on two empty chairs.

This scene made the group of outsiders gasp: "What's going on? Why are there two paper figures?"

"Why are the bride's parents made of paper? What kind of custom is this?"

A group of people were talking about it. This was the first time they had seen such a weird scene. There was no other wedding like this in the whole country.

Not to mention that getting married at midnight is already very weird, the fact that two paper figures act as parents is enough to make ordinary people shudder and get goose bumps.

They even began to doubt the authenticity of the so-called blessing for the village.

No village that is entirely blessed would have such a horrific wedding.

Some people have already begun to think about backing out and want to sneak away after the wedding is over.

Compared to them, the villagers in the village were much calmer. They were no longer surprised by this kind of situation. Or, they had been completely brainwashed by the so-called gods and had no idea how horrifying their normal wedding might appear to others.

Five minutes passed, and the sound of locks was heard in the distant night. A group of people slowly emerged from the thick darkness. They were wearing wedding clothes and carrying a large sedan chair.

The procession beat drums and gongs, but there was no festive feeling. It was like a funeral music in progress. The destination of the bridal sedan was not a happy marriage, but a bloody hell.

"The bride has arrived, bringing good fortune and blessings!"

At some point, the witch stood on the stage, and her sharp voice was like the cry of a nightingale, piercing people's eardrums.

"The bride emerges from the sedan chair, and the magpies build a bridge!"

When the sedan chair landed, the wedding procession took out magpies made of paper. They flapped their wings, circled around the sedan chair, and landed steadily on the ground.

This scene shocked all the outsiders so much that they were speechless. They had no idea why the paper magpie could fly.

"Is this just some kind of sorcery? The ancient shaman priests and the modern witches and shamans are said to be people recognized by the gods as possessing great magical powers."

"I find this very strange. Who would build a bridge with white paper magpies? Is this really not the Naihe Bridge?"

Only Lin Jue saw it most clearly. Those paper magpies were controlled by wisps of black air, so they seemed to be alive.

The paper magpies landed on the ground and connected to form a white paper bridge. The matchmaker walked to the front of the sedan chair and stretched out her hands to help the bride out.

The bride was not wearing a bright red wedding dress, but a mourning dress with a white veil. Against the backdrop of the bright red background, she looked like a sudden, pale flower that was about to wither, and would sway in the breeze.

"Oh my god!" The female college student was so frightened that she stepped back. "Wearing mourning clothes, is this person dead? Is this a ghost marriage? The groom is dead and the bride is a corpse?"

Even the man in the jacket, who had been asking her to speak less, had a trembling look in his eyes. Today's wedding was a complete and intense mental stimulation for them.

Joy and sorrow, red and white, are like the blending of life and death, turning into reincarnation, and a new and bright red flower blooms among the withered, pale and rotten things.

This is the purpose of the god. He reenacted Wu Xiumei's experience time and time again, using the lives of eighteen brides to build an altar of flesh and blood, violating the laws of nature and allowing Wu Xiumei to revive in blood.

But could such a sci-fi thing really happen? Innocent lives were merely sacrifices in the eyes of that god. For the sake of a vague resurrection, eighteen women and their parents were killed for no reason, and then had to endure punishment from "Hell."

Witnessing the wedding with his own eyes, Lin Jue couldn't describe how he felt. The wedding that was supposed to symbolize happiness had changed and turned into a purgatory for dozens of innocent lives.

"The bride enters the house, and flowers fill the room!"

As the witch's sharp voice sounded again, the matchmaker led the bride onto the red carpet. The bride's body was trembling slightly. She knew her fate, but she could not escape the control of the gods and could only be forced to accept it.

A villager placed a saddle on the red carpet, and the bride stood in front of the saddle. Then the groom walked towards the bride reluctantly at the urging of the witch. He held a red scarf with a hydrangea in his hand and stopped beside the bride.

"A red silk thread, a life together till old age!"

The bride held the other end of the red scarf and, led by the groom, crossed the saddle.

"The bride is on the saddle, and the couple is safe!"

The newlyweds, one with a stern face and the other in mourning clothes, were connected by a red silk thread. They walked towards the stage under the urging of the villagers.

Wherever he passed, villagers took out paper money from their pockets and scattered it toward the center with a strange smile.

"One scatter, the marriage is forever!"

"Er Sa, twin flowers bloom!"

"Three scatters, fate is for three lifetimes!"

"Four Seasons, Four Seasons of Happiness!"

"Wusa, the people are full and the moon is full!"

Paper money fluttered in the air, like a white cloth covering a corpse, and landed on the clothes of the newlyweds.

"May your descendants continue to flourish and prosper!"

"The paper records the promise of old age, and the music records the alliance of red leaves."

The witch smiled widely as she walked up to the newlyweds and took their hands. "Newlyweds, the gods attach great importance to this wedding and have specially sent a divine messenger to attend. Please come and ask for the divine messenger's blessing before you get married."

After saying that, she ignored the expressions of the two newcomers and pulled them directly to the masked man.

This guy is not a god, but a messenger.

Lin Jue stared at the masked man with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes. He was thinking about whether he should wait until the wedding was over and let the old man hide in the dark and punch the messenger of God.

Everyone's attention was drawn over at this moment. When no one was paying attention, the paper man beside Lin Jue twisted his stiff neck, tilted his head and looked over, with the corners of his mouth wide open, revealing a terrifying smile.

"This guy wants to fuck me?"

Lin Jue and the paper man looked at each other, then Lin Jue smiled back at the paper man's somewhat puzzled look and moved to the driver's side.

The driver glanced at him and asked, "Why are you so close to me?"

"The view from this position is better, and we can see clearly." Lin Jue's expression was natural, and he didn't seem to notice that the paper man behind him had raised his arms, and the paper strips were like white silk covering him.

Just when it was about to catch Lin Jue, the backpack on the stool shook, and a hand covered in black words and a hand covered in blood stretched out at the same time and tore the paper hand into pieces.

The paper man opened his mouth, but before he could react, two ghost hands rushed in front of it and took off the paper head.

(End of this chapter)