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Chapter 451 The Republic of China! The Boudoir

Chapter 451 The Republic of China! The Boudoir (13)

"In the early summer of the year Wushen, phosphorescent lights first appeared on the banks of the Qinglin River."

“Sun Sanlang, at the age of twenty, wishes to enter the Spirit Palace and become the one hundred and twenty-fifth servant under your command.”

"Sanlang was originally a mortal, but he was born with a pure spirit and eyes that shone like stars."

"Now I forsake worldly pleasures, hold a spirit candle, wear plain clothes, and tie a silver bell, vowing to always stay by the spirit's side."

"Though the beauties of the Spirit Palace change, the waters of the River of Oblivion dry up, and the road to the Yellow Springs altered, my heart remains as steadfast as a rock."

"I hereby present this thin note as proof to Heaven and Earth."

"The Peach Blossom Spring we made will remain unchanged for a thousand autumns."

Zhuang Boshi found it increasingly strange; could this thing be some kind of rubbish book?

After kowtowing, the village chief stood up tremblingly, lit the book of oblivion, and threw it into the brazier.

Instantly, the green flames rose up and grew darker and darker, as if they were about to turn into black fire.

"What!!"

The village chief's face changed drastically, and he almost collapsed as if struck by lightning.

He looked at Sun Sanlang sitting in the sedan chair in horror.

"you you you!"

Zhuang Boshi slightly raised his hand and pointed, and the flames miraculously turned red.

"Village chief, what's wrong?" Sun's mother asked in a low voice.

The village chief wiped his eyes, and his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally felt a little relieved.

"Thank goodness. Those green flames almost turned black." The village chief's face was still showing signs of fear.

He pointed to Sun's mother.

"Sanlang, drink this cup of wine, and you can take off your headcloth." Mother Sun quickly picked up a cup of wine and handed it to Zhuang Boshi.

Zhuang Boshi thought to himself: This isn't wine at all; it's clearly medicine diluted with water.

But he remained expressionless and gulped it down.

Then, with a "thud," he slumped onto the stool, pretending to have fainted.

At this moment, the wedding party members finally dared to speak loudly.

"what happened?"

Sun's father said with lingering fear, "Village chief, why did green flames appear just now?"

"I've escorted two weddings, and I've never seen green flames before."

Another villager chimed in, "Yes, it startled me just now. I always thought there were only red flames."

The village chief's face was solemn as he recalled, "According to the village records, more than a hundred years ago, during my great-grandfather's generation, green flames appeared, which indicates that the goddess was very dissatisfied with this person."

"Either he is not from this village, but an outsider who has infiltrated."

"Either he has impure intentions or he knows something he shouldn't know, which will make him resistant to the Empress."

"Or he was engaged to someone else."

"The Empress would naturally not allow such a man to enter her boudoir."

"So that time, only my grandfather escaped alive; all the other people who came to escort the bride died."

Everyone gasped.

"That was close! Why did the flames turn red again later?" A kind-looking burly man asked, his face full of curiosity.

His eyes were wide open, and his face was full of curiosity.

"Han Chun, I didn't expect you blockhead to notice this too," another short, stocky man teased.

"I don't know either. I've never seen flames change color before," the village chief said, still shaken.

Looking at the still-burning red flames, fear lingered in his eyes.

"However, I once read in the village chronicle that the most terrifying thing was the black flames."

After saying that, the village chief involuntarily shivered.

"And black flames?" Sun's father gaped in astonishment.

The village chief nodded: "That's right, I've only seen it recorded in the village annals."

"That was probably more than a thousand years ago. I don't know how it happened, but a stranger broke into our Peach Blossom Village."

"The groom chosen at the time was the village chief's son."

"Before leaving, the village chief's wife couldn't bear to let her own child go, so she switched the other man with her son."

"No one noticed at the time, and the two just happened to look very alike."

"Unexpectedly, he had a malevolent spirit inside him. The goddess was furious, and nearly five hundred households related to that village chief died." The village chief said, shaking his head and sighing.

"That was close! How could a man from outside the family become the Empress's husband? They're only fit to be fertilizer in the peach grove at the village entrance." Father Sun said with a disdainful look and a sneer.

"Alright, that's enough. The flames are red, which means Her Majesty approves."

"The Empress will appear soon. Once we escort Sanlang to his room, this matter will be over." The village chief's eyes held a hint of nervousness.

"A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, let's hurry and send Sanlang on his way."

Several strong men eagerly lifted Zhuang Boshi up and carried him to the back of the Niangniang Temple.

This temple to the goddess doesn't look very big from the outside, but it's as spacious as a palace inside.

Several people, panting, walked through several corridors and followed the red lanterns.

"That white lantern," Han Chun said in a low voice, his eyes filled with doubt.

"Don't ask, that's a dead end. If you want to die, try walking that road." The village chief's tone was icy, his eyes revealing a warning.

Han Chun was startled and quickly lowered his head, not daring to look again.

But he had clearly seen blurry figures standing in those white corridors, as if watching them from the darkness, which sent a chill down his spine.

Soon, led by the village chief, the dozens of people, none of whom fell behind, turned through thirteen corridors and the red gate, more than ten feet high, suddenly came into view.

The crooked "喜" (happiness) character above the door.

Red lanterns hung on both sides of the door, the silk cloth long faded to a dark blood color, and the surface was covered with dense handprints.

The candlelight was not a warm yellow, but a congealed blood color. The flame dripped with wax tears, casting the lantern's shadow on the brick wall, like someone dangling on tiptoe to peek from behind the door.

The door knocker is made of two upside-down bird heads.

It had a rusty copper ring in its mouth, with a long string of white paper wrapped around it, which rustled loudly in the wind.

"Once you enter the boudoir, don't look at what you shouldn't see, and don't say what you shouldn't say. Put the person down and leave immediately, otherwise no one can save you." Reaching the boudoir door, the village chief's expression was grave as he reiterated these instructions.

"and many more."

Suddenly, Sun's mother called out to the village chief, her brows furrowed, and her eyes seemed to hold some kind of calculation.

"Auntie, what's wrong now? Are you reluctant to part with Sanlang?" a tall, thin man teased.

"Nonsense, our Sanlang being chosen is an immense blessing," Sun's mother said with a forced smile.

He reached out and pried off the longevity lock from Zhuang Boshi's neck.

"However, this thing is useless to Saburo now."

"Aunt Sun, you're really stingy, you're so careful with your money!" Everyone laughed.

Taoyuan Village is not short of resources, and people live a prosperous life, so few people are stingy.

Mr. Sun chuckled awkwardly twice, glared at Mrs. Sun, and his eyes were full of resentment.

"Okay, let's go in."

"Remember what I told you before: if you take one wrong step, not only will you die, but you will also implicate us!"

The village chief walked to the door, took a deep breath, and slowly pushed it open, his face full of caution, as if afraid of waking up the terrifying being inside.

Fortunately, the two lanterns at the door were still red, indicating that the owner of the room had not yet returned.

As soon as the door was pushed open, it was pitch black inside, and nothing could be seen.

A cold wind swept in, and everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

The village chief quickly gestured to two strong men to carry Dr. Zhuang inside.

One of them is Han Chun.

Actually, there were risks involved in sending Sun Sanlang into his boudoir.

If you're not careful, it's easy to get caught up in it.

The other burly man, seeing the pitch-black room, immediately backed down.

"Ouch, my stomach hurts!" He quickly clutched his stomach and shook his head.

"Useless!" The village chief was furious.

He turned around and saw that all the men were either looking up at the sky or counting their fingernails. He could only look at the dazed-looking big man: "Han Chun, time waits for no one, you go and do it."

"Remember what I told you!"

"Okay, okay."

Although Han Chun was also a little scared, he still suppressed his fear and carefully carried "Sun Sanlang" into the dark room.

Once inside the boudoir, all the sounds outside disappeared.

It's as if the world outside the door and the world inside the door are two different worlds.

Zhuang Boshi immediately recognized the layout of the boudoir.

A red mirror.

A red stool.

A red wooden bed.

Red candlesticks.

Red candles.

There were also a pair of red embroidered shoes and red bedding by the bed.

The entire room was filled with red.

Moreover, these items are all much larger than normal size.

It's as if the owner of this boudoir is a giant.

It was so red it was blinding, so red it was suffocating.

Although they look different, several of them are familiar supernatural props.

With so many supernatural items piled up in this room, the supernatural influence has turned this room into a ghost realm.

It's just an open-world ghost realm.

Fortunately, all the supernatural phenomena were quiet at the moment, and the two strong men did not trigger any taboos. They carefully carried him to the red bed.

Han Chun struggled to place "Sun Sanlang" on the bed, panting and complaining, "This kid, why is he getting heavier and heavier?"

As soon as he turned around, he suddenly felt a cold hand on his shoulder.

"You just spoke, didn't you?"

His pupils constricted, and he was about to scream.

With a "crack," his neck was snapped.

Zhuang Boshi stood up, threw the burly man's corpse onto the bed, and then transformed into the burly man's appearance.

"Cave, what a pity, the groom can only be this fool."

Zhang Dong said helplessly, "Uncle Zhuang, please stop teasing me."

"I now have a psychological aversion to marriage."

"The ghost cabinet isn't here. Those old folks definitely know that, and they probably have some exciting shows to come."

A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Zhuang Boshi disguised himself as Han Chun and went out. When the village chief saw him come out unharmed, he quickly closed the door and locked it again.

"How about it?"

The village chief asked with concern.

"Everything went smoothly." Zhuang Boshi was about to give an OK sign, but realized it was inappropriate, so he quickly scratched the back of his head and imitated Zheng Zha's naive and honest appearance.

"Village chief, now that we've seen the bride off, can we leave?" he asked deliberately.

"Where are you going?" The village chief was much more relaxed at this moment, and he glared at Han Chun.

"We haven't even paid our respects to Her Majesty yet, how can we leave like this?"

"Everyone, follow me. Although the most dangerous part is over, we can't go the wrong way."

The village chief gave a thorough explanation and then led the way, carrying a red lantern.

He would go wherever the lanterns turned red.

After walking for a while, they arrived at another room.

This appears to be an ancestral hall.

However, each of the memorial tablets was completely blank.

The topmost memorial tablet has only one character written on it.

宓。

In addition, there is a red portrait on the side of the room, depicting the back view of a beautiful woman.

In the corner, tiny words were being carried.

Zhuang Boshi took a look.

Its form is graceful as a startled swan, elegant as a swimming dragon, radiant as autumn chrysanthemums, and flourishing as spring pines.

Good guy!
Cao Zhi's "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River".

Combined with the character "宓" on the topmost tablet.

Zhuang Boshi already had an 80% guess about the identity of this ghost goddess.

Zhen Mi, Cao Pi's empress, is the prototype of the Goddess of the Luo River.

Empress Zhen, whose face was covered by Empress Guo and who died.

She was also a ghost tamer. After her death, the vengeful spirit revived and became a conscious vengeful spirit.
Zhuang Boshi then realized that there were no villagers with the surname Cao in this village.

"Han Chun, stop looking!" the village chief warned. "If you look too much here, you'll easily incur taboos."

"We've made our request, so let's go back as soon as possible."

Zhuang Boshi looked to the other side.

To the right of the memorial tablet is a huge red ghost cabinet.

This ghost cabinet is really well hidden.

The village chief stepped forward and folded up a long list of transactions.

Zhuang Boshi glanced at it.

Treating illnesses, beautifying the skin, and rejuvenating are all fairly normal transactions.

What are the latest cosmetics?

The most beautiful clothes.

Peking duck in Dajing City.

It has all sorts of strange and wonderful things.