Even if a fisherman enters an infinite game, he still has to cast a rod

Just a red line drawn casually can be so lethal.

Jiang Yuan looked at the red lines all over the house and yard, and didn't dare to think about how many immortal couples had been ruined by this unvirtuous matchmaker.

No wonder the red spider lilies at the door bloom so brightly and dye the sky red.

A certain executive officer was addicted to the master's shaking, and drew another red string from the side, pointed at it with the purple jade on the top of the disaster illusion, and asked:

"Are you still watching?"

"No, no!"

Jiang Yuan waved his hands repeatedly: "Business matters are more important, let's go find Fan Wen!"

At this time, Mo You couldn't help but ask: "Master, Mr. Jiang, there is one thing I don't understand."

The two elders turned around and looked at the girl.

The girl with short ponytail said seriously, "There have been several reincarnations where Xiaomei and Xiaoshuai could live safely and without pain as long as they didn't cling to love each other. But why do they still do this? Do they have any hidden illness?"

Yu Du carefully explained the details that his apprentice could not see clearly.

"The two of them seemed to have chosen their own path, but in fact they were manipulated by others. From the very beginning, they were chosen by the matchmaker just to cultivate the final complete red thread."

Jiang Yuan followed up with a confident statement: "That's right, Xiao Moyou, as the saying goes, a wise man doesn't fall in love, and not falling in love keeps him safe. A person alone is the most invincible!"

Listening to the master's impassioned speech, Yu Du looked at Jiang Yuan and said quietly:

"Wish, are you afraid?"

"Huh? What are you afraid of?"

Jiang Yuan quickly realized that Xiao Yuer was asking him: Are you afraid of falling in love with someone?

How is that possible!

The white-haired man immediately raised his voice by three degrees, and loudly retorted:

"What do I have to be afraid of? If I wanted to, I could find hundreds of partners in a matter of minutes! How could I be afraid of someone who is truly in love with me, grows old together, and stays together forever? This is ridiculous! Nonsense!"

After hearing this, the long-haired young man became more certain: "You are afraid."

"No."

"Have."

"I do not have."

Seeing that his master's mouth was pouting so much that a teapot could be hung on it, Yu Du changed his tone and lowered his head and said, "Well, you are not afraid."

"Huh, that's pretty much it!"

After winning the argument, the white-haired Son of God walked aside contentedly and casually turned over the bronze sparrow candlestick on the red pillar.

"Buzz buzz buzz----"

There was a slight muffled sound of wooden instruments rubbing against each other under the blue brick floor. Then, the floor under the eight-immortals table in the lobby moved back, revealing a square underground secret passage. It was dark and looked like the huge mouth of a ferocious beast waiting for its prey, exuding an ominous sour and smelly breath.

Jiang Yuan showed his hands: "Dangdangdangdang! The matchmaker must be right down here!"

The blindfolded girl sincerely praised: "Mr. Jiang is so amazing!"

Jiang Yuan was very satisfied with the praise, like a childish elder showing off in front of a child. He wiped his nose and said proudly with his hands on his hips: "Hey! It's a piece of cake. When I was three years old, I could find this kind of secret room mechanism with my eyes closed."

Just as the two were about to slide down the stone stairs to explore, Yu Du grabbed them from behind, one in each hand.

Then, just as the red line had just finished playing, a purple bubble the size of a basketball floated above the secret passage, shook three times, and like an old hen, it held out a bubble the size of an egg.

Little Fenpao circled the old lady and turned around three times but couldn't find his way back to the secret passage. Big Paopao couldn't stand it anymore and fell down the secret passage with his butt.

Jiang Yuan asked Xiao Yuer: "Is this... a skit?"

Yu Du reminded: "Look at the bubbles."

On the big purple bubble at the entrance of the secret passage, there appeared an image of a long stone staircase winding downwards.

The small purple bubble was like a front-line camera, transmitting what it saw and heard to the big bubble exactly as it happened.

Jiang Yuan and Mo You exclaimed at the same time: "Master, you are amazing!"

The CEO folded his hands and said calmly, "No big deal."

*

In the deep darkness, the small bubble moved down along the narrow blue brick stone stairs. Every few steps, there would be criss-crossing red lines blocking the way. The further down it went, the denser they became. The purple bubble carefully avoided them and soon reached the bottom floor.

It was a dark back room about the size of a classroom.

This place is like a vermilion silk cave, with red lines entwined everywhere, of varying thicknesses and lengths, and even a number of red copper chains hanging from the top.

With the candlelight coming from deep in the stone chamber, one could see that the walls of the secret room were filled with bloodstained old torture instruments and large and small mahogany boards. Jiang Yuan recognized them at a glance. They were the boards that Yue Lao had used to nail Xiao Shuai and Xiao Mei to death and to remove the casings.

Obviously, this is the black workshop where Yue Lao makes the red thread.

The small purple bubble passed through layers of red lines and floated towards the only room with light deep in the secret room.

“It hurts...it hurts so much. Ah…”

"Mother Yue, Mother Yue, as long as we have this thread, as long as we have this thread...! We can be together forever, forever and ever!"

Two voices, one male and one female, came from the room.

The male voice was obviously Yue Lao, and he sounded full of energy and much more energetic than before.

There was also a weak female voice, which was the young female voice that Jiang Yuan heard when he bumped into Yue Lao before.

The little purple bubble was hidden above the wooden door of the room. The small room was in plain view, with some old furniture piled around it. The room was filled with candlesticks with wedding candles of different lengths lit.

In the center of the room, the hunched-backed matchmaker was excitedly placing a plate of silver needles on the dark brown carved wooden table piled with bottles and jars.

But no matter how you look at it, there is only Yue Lao in the room. He bends down and sits on a bench, with his back to the door, and takes off his red robe.

"I clearly heard two voices, why did I only see one figure?" Mo You frowned and asked in confusion:

"My eyesight hasn't recovered yet, okay?"

Jiang Yuan folded his arms: "There are two people, and one is on his back."

Mo You: “Ah?”

Yu Du looked at the picture on the bubble and said calmly, "He sewed a human pig on his back."

Under the gray-haired old man's heavy red robe, the pale, distorted and painful face of a young girl gradually emerged.

The hunchbacked matchmaker that everyone had previously thought of was not actually a hunchback, but a poor, half-dead girl.

Her hair was disheveled, her body was naked, her hands and feet were cut off from the roots, leaving only her head and her body bent into a C shape. She was completely naked, curled up on Yue Lao's back like a parasitic maggot.

The poor girl didn't look very old. The broken ends of her limbs, abdomen, eyes, ears, mouth... and all the places on her body that could be sutured were all stitched up densely with red thread. From a distance, it looked like her body was covered with red centipedes, winding and overlapping, very lifelike.

She was not even lying on Yue Lao's shoulders. All the places where she was connected to Yue Lao's back were sewn with a thick and dense red thread.

The red thread pulled at the skin, some deep and some shallow. In a few places, the stitches were too tight, tearing the skin, leaving a long string of bloody cracks on both sides, revealing pieces of flesh and bones.

It makes people feel their scalp tingling just looking at it from a distance.

It is truly horrific and inhumane.

“It hurts… it hurts so much…”

Unbearable whispers of pain were leaking out from between the girl's lips, where her red thread had loosened.

"Don't be afraid, Yue Niang. We will be together forever soon."

The mentally abnormal man seduced the girl joyfully. His veiny fingers touched the thread where the two of them overlapped. He pulled it with a grin, removing the thread skillfully. After a while, the poor human pig was freed and placed on the dark brown table to continue removing the stitches.

Following Yue Lao's movements, Jiang Yuan discovered that this immortal was not actually old. He just deliberately hid his body under a red robe, had a hunched back, moved slowly, had gray hair and beard, and had a hoarse voice when he previously claimed to be old, which made people mistakenly think he was an old man.

But after taking off his shirt, you can see that he is actually a weathered middle-aged man with a dark complexion, a strong and muscular body, and even obvious muscle lines. When he stands up straight, he is more than two meters tall.

After the threads on her mouth were removed, the girl struggled to refute.

"I... am not Yue Niang... Ancestor..."

"Silly Yue Niang, you've started talking nonsense again."

The middle-aged man smiled dotingly, took out a crystal clear, glowing red thread from his waist, held it in his hand, threaded the silver needle through it, and prepared to sew up the girl's bloody mouth again.