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The clothes that Shi Qing and Jiang Cha brought were all pants that were convenient for movement. The only dress that belonged to the client was a light white floral dress.

Piece by piece, a few people picked out the red cloth from the discarded cloth by the villagers, and with a few snips, the veil was completed.

As for the "wedding dress", it was made with the help of the village chief's daughter by barely using colored pencils to dye it.

Looking at the mottled skirt in the yard, Lin Xuan shuddered, "Why does it feel weird?"

The color was not evenly dyed, the depths were different, and it was extremely dirty, just like a murder scene.

The little girl shook off the water droplets on her hands, her round eyes bright as day, "Sister, is there anything else you need? I can go find it."

Shi Qing bent down and smiled, "Do you know where I can find something similar to a sedan chair?"

Afraid that she had never seen it before, Huo Ming added explanation.

The little girl blinked and bit her lip as she thought for a few seconds. "Is it the kind of wedding you see on TV? There's one at Grandma Cai's place."

-

Grandma Cai is the crazy old woman. She was the daughter of a landlord in her early years and she came to get married in that red sedan chair.

The sedan had been unused for a long time and was an eyesore and took up space. The family had long wanted to chop it up and use it as firewood, but Granny Cai was stubborn and refused to allow it.

Now, while she was away, Cai Po's eldest son readily led them to the warehouse by the pond.

The warehouse is divided into two floors, the upper one is closed and usually used to store grains, while the lower one is filled with several black coffins, with the red word "甸" (meaning "diao") clearly visible in front.

Shi Qing glanced at it inadvertently, his eyelids twitched, and he immediately looked away.

As soon as he got close, the pungent smell of mold went straight into his throat. Lin Xuan immediately pinched his mouth and nose, with a look of disgust on his face.

The sedan chair was placed behind the coffin, separated by a pile of wooden boards. It was made of dark mahogany, with flying eaves and brackets on the top, a round bead inlaid in the center, and small windows on the left and right sides with lotus patterns carved on them.

A thick layer of dust accumulated in the corners, spider webs covered the dried feces of various rats and cockroaches, and the curtains of the sedan chair, which had been gnawed with several holes, hung down, and the dark fabric inside could be vaguely seen. An unknown black insect hung at the end of the tassel, swaying from time to time.

"It's been fifty years. I don't know if it can still be used." The man said as he grasped the sedan chair pole.

"Wait!" Shi Qing quickly raised his hand to stop him, and took a step back with his men, his eyes slightly narrowed, "There's something in there."

The four of them lowered their heads subconsciously, and a pair of old black cloth shoes faintly emerged.

Huo Ming adjusted his posture, slowly approached the curtain with his strong and powerful arms, and suddenly lifted it up -

"what!"

A deafening scream echoed through the clear sky.

Shi Qing's scream was stuck in her throat, and her blood felt cold.

Inside the sedan, there was a person sitting upright. The red tassels and curtains above cast a shadow, and his forehead and eyes were in darkness, leaving only the thin and pale lower half of his face and body exposed.

Lin Xuan's pupils shrank, and he stepped back repeatedly, tripping over some debris and falling to the ground.

Hearing the scream, the man was also frightened and flew out like a shadow.

The man was stunned for a while, then realized, "It seems to be my mother."

After coming to his senses, he asked them to move away by themselves and chased after them.

The four of them looked at each other and worked together to carry the sedan chair away.

-

The cocks crowed in the middle of the night, and the faint moonlight penetrated the pale clouds, casting a strange shadow on a red sedan chair on the wasteland.

Two burly sedan bearers stood one in front and one behind the wedding sedan, their faces covered with thick layers of white powder, their cheeks had big red dots, and a touch of bright red in the middle of their pouting mouths.

On the left, the woman with double buns also has a fair face and red lips.

If someone else saw such a horrifying scene, they would be so frightened that their legs would go weak and their souls would leave their bodies.

I started waiting at midnight. The roosters crowed three or four times. It was already three or four in the morning, and there was still no movement around.

The sedan was narrow and cramped, and Shi Qing was sweating profusely, feeling chest tightness and shortness of breath.

His legs had been curled up for a long time and were very sore, so Shi Qing stretched them out a little.

At this moment, a familiar children's song suddenly rang out.

"Red wedding dress~dress as a bride~sit in a sedan chair..."

The drowsy crowd suddenly woke up and looked around vigilantly at the unknown outlines that were blurred together.

Shi Qing suddenly retracted his outstretched foot.

The voice suddenly stopped, and Lin Xuan raised his head from the bright light of the screen, making his makeup look even more creepy.

He scratched his head and said, "Sorry, sorry, my alarm went off."

The veins in the temples of Huo Ming, the "palanquin bearer" behind, were throbbing. He ground his molars and tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart.

"Why did you set the alarm in the middle of the night?"

"One time I went to bed early and was afraid of wasting time sleeping in the next day, so I forgot to turn it off after setting it."

He explained cautiously, clearly lacking confidence.

Huo Ming snorted and accepted it reluctantly, and Shi Qing secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Red sedan chair, bride sitting, lifting the veil to enter the bridal chamber..."

"Lin Xuan!" Huo Ming finally couldn't help it and quickly stepped forward to snatch his phone.

Lin Xuan raised his hands in horror, "It really wasn't me this time, I promise!"

The phone in my palm didn't light up.

Accompanied by a series of tiny fragments of sounds, thick white fog came in from all directions, and the strange singing was getting closer and closer, still ringing in my ears!

not good!

The three men's eyes were startled, and they reached out to touch the sedan chair, but found nothing!