My Iyashikei Game Chapter 671: The Cursed Wedding
Everyone has their own past, everyone has their own secrets, and if one is lucky enough, he will meet someone who is willing to share everything with him.
No matter sadness or joy, even a trivial matter is enough for two people to chat for a long time and giggle for a long time.
Han Fei, who had completely lost his memory, saw the past that that person tried so hard to hide. There was no secret between the two of them, and there was no longer any cover up. It was as if two pieces of white paper were put together and could be drawn perfectly. All the good things in dreams.
“She is Xu Qin? I seem to see the side of her that people don’t want people to see.”
The ghosts in the ancestral house have all disappeared, but the yin and evil spirits are several times stronger. The living people can’t live in this place for too long. At first glance, it is the home of “ghosts”.
The terrifying scene in his mind could not be forgotten for a long time, Han Fei walked forward with the blood-colored paper figurine in his arms.
It’s very strange, even if he doesn’t remember anything, Han Fei still didn’t feel scared after seeing the terrifying crazy woman. When he and the woman looked at each other, he felt very uncomfortable. other emotions.
Blank wedding invitations were strewn on the floor, worn red ribbons hung on the walls, and there was a plate of wedding candy on the table.
The third floor of this ancestral house is set up as a wedding room, and the owner of the house has been waiting for someone.
Her wishes have failed many times, but this time it seems her fate has been changed.
“Do you think she wants to take advantage of my amnesia to see what kind of person I am?”
Han Fei took off his shirt, took out the prepared pen from his backpack, and drew on his body the symbols and incantations he had memorized in the room on the fifth floor.
The gloomy wind was blowing, but Han Fei’s heart was very calm. This haunted house seemed to be many times safer than his adoptive parents’ home.
After painting the upper body, Han Fei took off his shoes and pants again. He picked up the pen and was about to paint the mantra all over his body when footsteps suddenly sounded from the stairs.
“Han Fei! The white wax is all set! Are you ordering now?” Xiao Jia, panting, ran upstairs, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Han Fei sitting on the wedding bed, yet to get dressed.
“This is part of the ritual.”
“Understood, I understand.” Xiao Jia was shocked, he stepped back, not wanting to stay here: “Is there anything else I can help?”
“Light all the candles, and then you all leave the building.”
“Okay.” Xiao Jia nodded towards Han Fei. In the past, he only admired Han Fei’s courage, but now he looks at Han Fei with respect.
Starting from the third floor, Xiao Jia took a lighter and lit the white wax on the stairs one by one.
The flames flickered, and the candle flames formed a looming path in the darkness.
This road is yin and yang, oscillating between the deep world and reality.
Han Fei didn’t care about Xiao Jia. He seriously wrote all the incantations all over his body.
I don’t understand the meaning of those incantations. Han Fei just copied them from his own memory. He is not sure if marrying a ghost will be successful. After all, the disfigured chef who lived on the fifth floor tried many times and failed. really succeeded.
“It’s time to start.”
Looking at the window, Han Fei found that the white wax had been lit at the intersection, and the faint light was very conspicuous in the dark night.
In order to prevent dragging it down and attracting other things, Han Fei did not hesitate to arrange the various utensils in the backpack, and then sat side by side with the blood-colored paper man on the bed.
. “The house, the puppet, the red thread, the incantation, everything is ready. The only thing I need to worry about now is that I don’t know anything but her name and the past she has been hiding.”
. The disfigured chef and his wife have been in love for many years. The bridge of longing traverses life and death, and their memories have been blended with each other. Compared with the disfigured chef, Han Fei has no advantage.
“If it was her, she should come.”
The way to guide the soul home has been laid out, and the next step is the most critical step.
Pulling out “accompanying”, Han Fei cut his palm and let the blood soak the red rope.
Holding the wound in his palm tightly, Han Fei slowly raised his arm, his eyes were bloodshot, and he said two words softly.
“Spirit!”
The Yin Qi circulating in the entire Yin Mansion paused for a while, and then frantically gathered towards Han Fei.
An invisible ghost gate appeared in front of him, with an indescribable sense of oppression.
The shady curtain in his mind shattered again, and Han Fei kept repeating Xu Qin’s name!
He lost the other party’s relevant memory, but he just saw the other party’s deepest despair hidden in his heart, and saw the first, most real, most desperate appearance of that woman.
“Xu Qin!”
The image of the woman holding a knife in her blank mind appeared. Her clothes were soaked with blood. She seemed to be standing in the living room at this moment, looking at Han Fei through some kind of rule.
The bloodshot burst, and the wave washed over Han Fei’s body. He smelled an incomparably **** smell, but he couldn’t see anything in his eyes.
With a loud call, the window glass of the ancestral house suddenly shattered, and the white wax placed at the intersection suddenly went out!
The flickering candles began to go out from the intersection, and there seemed to be something in the darkness dragging the whole night.
All the light was engulfed, and sections of the soul-inducing road made of white wax disappeared, and then the door on the first floor of the ancestral house was opened.
The sound of the door opening, the sound of footsteps, the candlelight in the stairs disappeared for no reason, and someone was walking up!
The offering table on the second floor seemed to be overturned by something, the sound of bowls, chopsticks and plates falling, and the smell of meat in the air became more and more intense.
. When the yin qi converged to the top, a huge pale hand grabbed the handrail of the stairs on the third floor, a red hijab appeared at the end of the stairs, a bride wearing a wedding dress, nearly three meters tall walked towards Han Fei .
Her tall body touched the roof. Silver soul bells were tied to her hands and feet. Every time she took a step, she made a disturbing sound.
Stepping on the dusty invitation, the bride stopped in front of Han Fei. She bent down and stretched her face with a red hijab towards Han Fei.
The distance between the two sides is very close, the bride seems to meet all the conditions, and the blood-colored paper figurine does not resist. Now it seems that as long as the bride’s hijab is lifted and the last ghost is recited, the ghost marriage ceremony can be completed.
Looking at the tall bride, Han Fei slowly raised his hand tied with the red rope, but he stopped when he was about to touch the red hijab.
“You are not her.”
Even if he lost his memory, Han Fei still said with certainty that he didn’t know what a living person would look like when he turned into a ghost, let alone what Xu Qin looks like now, but he just felt that the bride in front of him was not Xu Qin.
The giant ghost stayed in front of Han Fei for a moment, her face wearing a red hijab slowly turned back, but her thick arms suddenly raised at this moment, and her pale palms bigger than Han Fei’s head went out directly to Han Fei non-heart!
Swinging the knife to block, Han Fei’s blade collided with the giant ghost’s palm, and the giant ghost’s nails dug out scars on his chest. But after a while, those poisonous insects were all poisoned to death, and they fell out of Han Fei’s blood.
One drop, two drops…
Han Fei’s blood fell on the ground of the ancestral house, in the pool of blood where the woman once stood.
The sound of chopping meat sounded again, the meat was fragrant, the yin qi permeating the building escaped everywhere, and all the xi characters began to bleed.
The dark curse crawled out from the photos of the victims, echoing the despair left in the ancestral home.
The Giant Ghost Bride stepped back ~IndoMTL.com~ She felt an aura of extreme evil.
The photos in the handbag were torn to shreds for no reason, and the curses merged into the despair of the ancestral home. Their figures were imprinted in the despair, constantly changing their shapes until the giant ghost bride waved her claws again. , five slender fingers stretched out from the dark curse!
She held the giant ghost’s hand, and the cruel and domineering curse instantly covered the bride’s body, and in the blink of an eye, she was tormented to the point of being utterly devastated.
“I can not be his bride, but that’s not your turn.”
The woman who was intertwined with curse and despair slowly turned around. She was covered in wounds, without a piece of good flesh, and scars appeared on her once exquisite face, which seemed to dissipate at any time.
“Xu Qin?”
Han Fei looked at the woman under the curse. The other party was almost completely integrated with the curse, and it seemed that even her soul had been abandoned.
“You are the person in my memory? But I don’t think it should be like this.” Han Fei pressed his head hard, his brain tingling with an unknown emotion.
“My body was torn, my bones were crushed, my soul was pierced by thirteen dining knives, and I died ninety-nine times in total…” The cursed woman turned around, with boundless killing intent and hatred She slammed against the wall of the ancestral house, her face that was still full of deadly charm even if it was scratched was close to Han Fei, but a different light flashed in her cursed eyes: “But I don’t mind, no matter how much I do for you. Die once.”