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

As the matchmaker, he has a natural restraint on the red string.

The once arrogant Zhusi Fanwen, now in the hands of Yue Lao, is like a child who was abducted and then beaten several times.

Poor, helpless, and weak.

Just as Fan Wen's silver needle was about to pierce the corner of the girl's lips, a loud buzzing sound came from outside the door. The dark red wooden door was kicked open, and a white-haired man in dark gray work clothes rushed in, cursing:

"You shameless matchmaker! You have so many red threads that you don't need, but you come and steal mine!"

The five slender fingers broke through the air and grabbed the red thread in Yue Lao's hand. The middle-aged man with gray hair and beard barely avoided it, retreated a few meters, and retorted:

"All the red lines in the world are under my control. I am just calling them, it can't be considered stealing!"

Yue Lao opened and tightened his five fingers, and the red threads in the room immediately came to life, rushing towards Jiang Yuan like snakes. Jiang Yuan swung his whip, rolled up all the red threads in the air, and threw them to Yue Lao by inertia, but the man waved them away.

Yue Lao sneered at what he saw as a trifle. Just as he was about to make another move, he caught a glimpse of the target out of the corner of his eye and was immediately horrified.

Yue Niang, who was lying on the table just now, is gone!!!

It’s a strategy to lure the tiger away from the mountain!

Looking back again, a bubble burst at the door of the room, and the pig-like girl fell down. Mo You caught her and covered the naked and miserable girl with his uniform jacket.

Yue Lao shouted anxiously: "Yue Niang!!!"

Jiang Yuan took advantage of his panic and pulled Fan Wen back. With the support of the parents, the red spider silk immediately became ferocious and tied up the old man with gray hair and beard in three layers of knots, like a dumpling. He fell to the ground and could not move.

Yue Lao: "No, no! If you have anything to say, please talk it over nicely. Don't hurt Yue Niang!!!"

The weak girl fell into Mo You's arms. When she heard what he said, two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes that were still stitched up. She said in a trembling voice with excitement:

"No... No, I'm not Yue Niang, I'm Yun'e, not some Yue Niang...!"

Mo You quickly comforted her: "Don't be afraid, girl. We are here to save you."

Yu Du asked calmly, "What grievances have you suffered? Why are you here?"

The extremely cold and magnetic voice had a strong calming effect, calming the frightened girl's emotions.

"My name is Yun'e, and I am the twenty-third great-great-granddaughter of Yun Fujun, the Lord of the Moon." She said weakly:

"I don't know why the ancestors did this. On the day of my wedding with my lover... ahem, we bowed to the heaven and earth according to the rules, but as soon as we bowed, this man suddenly appeared, killed my lover, abducted me here, called me Yue Niang every day, and turned me into what I am now..."

Alas, this matchmaker is quite perverted. He arranges marriages randomly, acts as a pickpocket and steals the red thread, and even does not spare his own descendants.

Seeing the three people looking at him with the same perverted look, Yue Lao waved his hands and explained:

"No!!! She is Yue Niang, but she has been reincarnated so many times that she has forgotten who she is!"

Jiang Yuan raised his eyebrows: "Oh? So, you are quite infatuated? Then tell me about your version?"

The sturdy matchmaker with red lines all over his body managed to sit up from the ground and told his story.

"She is Yue Niang, my childhood sweetheart and fellow practitioner. She and I were originally a loving couple made in heaven, but fate played tricks on us. In the last heavenly calamity, I achieved enlightenment and became an immortal, but she died in the thunder calamity, and not a single bone was left."

"When she was reborn, I kept my promise and continued our relationship. I taught her magic and tried my best to help her become an immortal. However, Yue Niang's roots were destroyed in her previous life, so it was not easy for her to become an immortal. In the end, she died of old age."

"At the beginning, even though she had lost her memory, she still had feelings for me. But the endless reincarnation wore away her love. Yue Niang eventually forgot about me completely. Later, she even despised and cursed me, and would rather die than continue our relationship."

"I have no choice but to use the red thread to sew her to me for life after life, inseparable, to fulfill our promise. But even so, Yue Niang will always escape by dying, leaving behind only an empty shell sewn to me."

Jiang Yuan asked: "Is this why you stole my red thread?"

"Yes." Yue Lao nodded:

"As long as I have this spider silk of yours, which is dyed red by the utmost love and transcends life and death, I can sew her soul firmly into this body, and she will be with me forever, becoming one with me! She will never be able to escape again!

Jiang Yuan looked at the Fanwen wrapped around his wrist and didn't expect it to have this effect.

The gloomy long-haired young man listened silently and said, "So, you hate her."

Yue Lao: "Hate? No! How can this be called hate?! I love her more than anything else!! I, Yun Fu Jun, am the one who loves Yue Niang the most in this world. We swear to each other forever!"

"What's more, it was she who said she would swear an oath of eternal love with me, and that she would be with me forever!!! I kept my promise!! But what about her? She refused to change and broke her oath! She degraded herself and even combined with a lowly ant in the vain attempt to give birth to a little ant. Ha, ha, hahahahahaha!!!"

Jiang Yuan looked at everything in front of him, held his face with one hand, shook his head and sighed: "Oh, it's really pitiful."

Hearing him say this, Yue Lao was stunned for a moment and said unhappily: "Jiang Shenzi, I don't need your sympathy."

Jiang Yuan quickly waved his hands: "No, no, no, don't get me wrong. I'm talking about all the young couples in this room who were tortured to death by you. They're so pitiful."

"Huh? What's so pitiful about them?"

When Yue Lao said this, his expression was covered with a layer of mockery and sarcasm.

"They deserve it. When I was the saddest, they showed off their affection all day long under my nose. Since they love each other so much, as the matchmaker, I must help them to be together forever!!!"

After all, he was jealous and resentful of all the couples in the world from the bottom of his heart, so he deliberately used such vicious means to play with their fate and fabricate the red line.

"Jiang Shenzi, I know you are here to complete the game. As long as you are willing to give me the spider silk, you can take all the red threads here! After that..."

"Hush, matchmaker, calm down, calm down."

Jiang Yuan waved his hands forward, interrupting Yue Lao's endless chatter.

"If I want your red line, I don't need your consent."

"what?!"

Under Yue Lao's astonished gaze, the Snow-haired Son of God casually swung his long whip, tapped a red line at the side of him, opened his thin lips, and gave a brief order.

"Red Lines, revenge."

After he finished speaking, the red lines on the ground, the table, the shelves, the entire house, and even outside the house gradually woke up, slowly raised their heads like cobras, and looked towards Yue Lao with resentment.

Every red thread, red rope and red chain here is made from the lovers killed by Yue Lao. Following the order of the Son of God, they escaped from Yue Lao's control and got the opportunity for revenge.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh-----”!!!!!

An extremely angry red iron chain, as thick as a thumb, pierced through Yue Lao's eyes first, and broke out from the back of his head with a large mass of yellow and white flocs.

“Ah----!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahaha!!!”

Screams echoed throughout the secret room in the clouds. The second, third, fourth... countless red lines poured into the underground secret room from outside, piercing through the middle-aged man like bullets, and soon his body was covered with dense blood holes like ant holes.

If someone with trypophobia were present in this scene, he would definitely faint on the spot.

The immortal body of the immortal had a counter-effect at this time.

Not only did it fail to help Yue Lao escape, but it actually prolonged his death process. Even though he was pierced and tortured to the point of losing his human form, he still stubbornly lived on, clearly feeling the painful revenge of every blow.

But what Jiang Yuan admired was that this man with blood holes all over his body, until the very end, still remembered his original intention and fulfilled his duties as the matchmaker, blessing loudly.

"Haha, hahahahaha!!! I wish all the lovers in the world a miserable death! A miserable death!!! Haha, hahahahahaha!"

Half an incense stick later, the revenge was over.

A few grayish-white broken bones, powder, and drained organs and flesh fell onto the blue brick floor.

The red lines greedily sucked the flesh and blood of their enemies, becoming brighter and brighter, with ripples of blood.

However, the matter is far from over.

Jiang Yuan was satisfied with rescuing Fan Wen and was ready to see if Yun'e could be rescued, but he found that the red lines had not stopped and were slowly rushing towards them.

Jiang Yuan took two steps back: "What's going on? What are you guys...doing here?"

Yu Du explained calmly, "Yue Lao died too quickly to dissipate their grievances. Besides, they have now been freed by San Geng."

He paused here and looked at his master faintly:

"They want a new owner."

How could that be possible! Jiang Shenzi has always been single-minded, and he doesn't need so many red lines for fishing.

"I'm sorry, but I already have a question." He forced a smile and a drop of cold sweat ran down his forehead.

Beautiful spider silk emerged from his sleeves and he waved the thread ends wildly, trying to drive away these shameless wild red threads!

However, these instinctive threads immediately became agitated when they saw Jiang Yuan refused!

“…Fuck…!”

Jiang Yuan thought something was wrong and ran away.

But it was too late.

The red lines leaped up like waves, avoiding the bubbles released by Yu Du, and swooped down like a tidal wave. The white-haired Son of God was swallowed up in one gulp and was swept madly out of the secret passage by the red tide. He disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Mo You, you stay here to convert Yun'e, I'll go find him!"

Leaving these words behind, the long-haired executive chased after him.

The disciple holding the girl was left standing there, at a loss as to what to do.

*

At dusk, the orange sunset filled the sky and dyed the floating clouds orange.

Outside Yue Lao's residence, in the center of the sea of ​​red spider lilies, a large oval-shaped cocoon made of red lines is constantly rolling and shrinking towards the center.

"Ha ha....."

The man with messy snow-white hair was breathing with great difficulty.

The hot sweat wet his light eyelashes, making it difficult for him to open his eyes.

The long line was red and fishy, ​​and it kept wrapping around Jiang Yuan like a swimming fish, pushing and tangling. It penetrated into his tattered work clothes, tore open the rips, crawled over every inch of his soft snow-white skin, and trapped him deeply in the middle, almost suffocating him and leaving him on the verge of death. The hot sweat on his back soaked his outer clothes, sticking to his crystal clear skin, and he looked in a miserable state.

"Is this... how you repay me? You are so ungrateful..#@!#@!!!!!!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, a large ball of threads tried to rush into his mouth, twisting the tip of his tongue and rushing into his throat. The Son of God choked and coughed and spit them out, and the threads then crossed over his lips and sealed his thin lips.

But that's not the deadliest thing.

Jiang Yuan felt a surge of evil heat rising strangely from his heart and lower abdomen. With waves of numbness, it spread to every part of his limbs, squeezing his reason and forcing him to sink into chaos.

These red threads were originally made of the flesh and blood of lovers, and have the power of resentment to arouse lust. One or two red threads would not be obvious, but three or four would be fine.

But if these tens of thousands of red lines with strong aspirations were piled together, it would be like putting Jiang Yuan on a blazing fire, roasting him like a dead pig until he was burnt inside and out.

Really, it’s going to kill Jiang Yuan.