Red Moon Recovery: A Cloudy Day at the Start

"Where did you hear about Soul Burial Village?"

The old man moved a bench and sat beside the two women.

"Actually... in a dream..."

Ye Xiuyu was a little embarrassed, saying this is really too credible.

If you change to an ordinary person, you might think of her as some kind of phantasy.

"Dream?"

The old way rarely put away his playful expression on weekdays.

If this girl said something about her visit, he would have listened to it as a joke.

But in the dream...

This is a bit more authentic.

It seems that for a long time, he vaguely remembered that when an outsider entered the mountain village, he found it by relying on an unwarranted dream.

"Quickly tell the old Tao, what did you dream of in your dream?"

Old-fashioned a little eager.

"Um... Do you really believe me?"

"nature!"

Ye Xiuyu stared at the old and serious look, making sure that he was not joking.

"I dreamt that I became a...bride in Soul Burial Village."

She didn't know how to speak up.

"Paper Bride?!"

The old Dao was startled and almost jumped up.

"Yes... how do you know?"

"Wocao!!! So you are the paper bride of the generation of Soul Burial Village!!!"

The old-fashioned eyes are about to stare out.

Originally, this memory was so long that it was vague, and he didn't know whether it was true or not.

Now, I really met!

"It's all fate, I can't hide it as expected."

Old Dao sighed.

...

Night came quietly.

After chatting for more than two hours, Ye Xiuyu ended the conversation with Lao Dao.

"Do you really want to go to the village to take a look?"

Old Tao asked last.

"Want to go...but we don't know where the village is...Old Taoist, can you take us to have a look?"

Ye Xiuyu's hand holding the quilt turned pale.

She really wanted to take a look.

Look at what is going on in that mysterious village, and why there is a nightmare that has haunted me for so long.

The old man groaned.

"Actually... I don't know where the specific location of the village is."

"I have been out for many years, and I am very vague about the memory there. That village... doesn't seem to be discovered by outsiders."

"In Lingnan Province."

The old saying is still dead.

Just heard a voice.

The old Tao suddenly turned around.

I saw a person lying on the wicker chair behind him.

Can lie down in Tianjun's exclusive seat...

Naturally, there is only Tianjun.

"Two, please wait a moment."

In the doubtful eyes of the two women, the old Tao left his position.

Cautiously ran to the wicker chair and turned his back. He lowered his voice and put on a pleasing smile:

"Tianjun... Do you mean that the soul-burial village is in Lingnan?"

"Um."

Zuo Chen hummed softly.

"Want to go back and have a look?"

Zuo Chen opened his eyes and asked.

"this..."

The old Tao didn't know how to answer for a while, just scratching his head.

"It's okay to go back, you do have some cause and effect there."

"real?!"

The old way was a little overjoyed, saying that he didn't want to go back after being away from home for so many years.

"Um."

Zuo Chen suddenly raised his hand and pointed his finger, a blue light sank into the sea of ​​knowledge.

"This is the map, but as a friendly reminder, the village is really weird."

"If you die there, don't blame me."

"Forehead..."

The old-fashioned smile froze on his face, and suddenly a map appeared in his mind, and there were more memories that seemed to be lost.

Weird... something said from Tianjun's mouth is definitely not ordinary weird!

The old Tao hurriedly bent over, and gently tapped Zuo Chen's legs with both hands.

A face of flattery.

"Tianjun... Your old man can really make a joke... I'm yours, don't you just bear your heart to die somewhere else?"

"hold head high."

Old saying: "..."

This cold attitude! This maddening attitude!

I'm so angry, but I still have to keep smiling, this is Tianjun, I can't beat it!

"thump."

Lao Dao directly softened his legs and fell to his knees.

"Tianjun is open to you, Xiaodao wants to wait for you for dozens of years, so you will show compassion to so many wicked brothers under your hand."

"Otherwise, would you send me the little brother Zhou Qun the other day?"

The veteran holds both hands, with a sincere expression on his face.

"Zhou Qun? He went on a parade in Yue Province."

"The other shame?"

"They are all dispatched too."

"..."

Can you communicate happily! ?

"Tianjun..."

"If you want to leave, give you three seconds to disappear, or **** will wait."

The old man is still ready to say something.

Zuo Chen waved his hand.

"..."

Disappear and disappear!

"Too empty!"

The old man got up, turned his head and patted Jiang Taixu who was "working hard" to clean up.

"what!"

"Let's go!"

"Where? I'm sweeping the floor!"

Jiang Taixu was obviously pretending to be stupid, Cao, he knew exactly what Tianjun said just now.

Soul Burial Village is weird!

And the most crucial time, Tianjun didn't even send a supporting hand.

If this goes, what is the difference between rounding and death?

If you don't go, you can't go to death!

Jiang Taixu shook his head like a rattle.

I slipped away, sleeping is serious, and I'm planning a sneaky tour of Tongquetai in the middle of the night.

"Oh, forget, and you, you two disappear together."

Wen Nuo's voice rang from not far away.

Jiang Taixu: "???"

It's not my business! ! !

"three."

Zuo Chen stretched out three fingers.

"two."

Is there any reason? Is there a king?

Too much deception! It's really deceiving! ! !

Jiang is too furious!

Throw the broom!

"pick it up."

Jiang Taixu trembled, as if a trace of coldness hit him.

"Hey, so good~"

...

Under the moonlight.

On the highway to the south.

Two men and two women, with different expressions.

Some people are afraid, some people look forward to it, and some seem to be half-dead.

Virtual people are naturally driving.

"Old way...isn't it too hasty for us to start like this?"

Although Jiang Taixu didn't know what the Soul Burial Village was like.

But there are still lingering fears.

"Sloppy ass. According to the rules of the Soul Burial Village, July and a half is the day to marry the bride."

"Xiuyu, this little Nizi, if he hadn't come to Tianjun Temple today and drank the fragrant gray water given by Tianjun, he would definitely die tonight!"

The old man glanced at him in vain.

Ye Xiuyu's face was pale behind him.

I don't know if it was scared or because of motion sickness.

"Dao Master... is it really so scary as you said?"

Wang Hui on the side gently patted her girlfriend's arm to comfort her not to be afraid.

"nature."

The old way is very serious.

The finger of Zuo Chen just now reminded him a lot of things.

Every three years, the Burial Soul Village will hold a big festival,

The sacrifice is the legendary **** of Shura.

And this sacrificial object is a young girl bride.

On the sacrificial day, these brides will be put on wedding gowns made of paper.

He was buried in his body and married to the **** Shura.

"Daughter, I guess there are people in your family. Bacheng was moved from the Burial Soul Village. I saw the curse of this wedding dress when I was a child."

"Whether people are in the ends of the world, as long as the hour comes, they will appear on that altar out of thin air. Although the black energy on your body has been suppressed, you can last for half a month at most."

Old Dao turned and said to Ye Xiuyu who was pale.

"If we can't solve the curse on you this time, I'm afraid you will have no other choice in this life unless you live in Tianjun Temple for a long time."

...

Sansheng Teahouse.

A hideous figure appeared beside Zuo Chen.

"Zhong Kui, pay homage to Dijun."

...

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