Lin Yu's life of traveling through time

If someone looks back, they will see that the so-called guards at the door are just lifelike paper figures.

The colorful flowers at the door had long since turned into the red spider lilies that bloom all year round on the banks of the River Styx. The blood-red flowers were extremely gorgeous and beautiful.

Entering the courtyard, the hall, which should have been cheerful and cheerful, was now dimly lit, with only a few weak candles flickering in the wind, emitting a bleak glow. Although the surrounding decorations were still bright red, they looked particularly eerie and dark in the dim light.

"Chief, I don't think something is right. It's so eerie in there. Look at the pale faces of the servants. They don't look like living people." Xiuxiu's father said. He felt that this scene was particularly familiar.

The clan leader was also a little unsure, but since he had already come in, he could only bite the bullet and wait and see.

"Everyone, be alert. If the situation gets bad, let's run."

Everyone nodded and moved a little closer to each other.

As everyone entered the hall, they saw a huge altar table in the center, filled with various offerings and incense sticks. The flames of the incense and candles danced, emitting an eerie blue light, casting a gloomy atmosphere over the entire hall.

Behind the altar hung a huge red wedding character, so red that it was frightening, as if it was written stroke by stroke in blood.

The clan leader and his entourage wanted to leave quietly, but unexpectedly they were surrounded by the host's guests.

"Where are you going? The ceremony is about to begin." The man who had just led the horses suddenly appeared behind the patriarch and his group and said leisurely. His face was a formal smile, which made people feel terrified.

The frightened villagers huddled together and dared not make a sound, and the women hid behind the men.

The clan leader curled his lips and said, "It's a bit crowded inside. We are just visitors, so it's not convenient for us to stand in the front and watch the ceremony."

"That's fine. You were specially invited by the host, so you're honored guests. It's better to watch the ceremony from closer."

The clan leader and his entourage had no choice but to tremble and slowly turn their heads to watch the newlyweds getting married.

Many of them were so scared that they wet their pants. This was clearly a ghost!

Beside the altar, a newlywed couple was holding their wedding ceremony. The bride wore a bright red wedding gown, but a red veil covered her entire face, revealing only a pair of lifeless eyes. The groom was pale and thin, with a strange smile on his face, and an unpleasant, cold aura emanated from his entire body.

The emcee on the side had a blank expression on his face and shouted in a dry voice, "Bow to Heaven and Earth!"

The groom slowly turned around, while the bride, as if pulled by an invisible force, stiffly followed suit and bowed. Just as they bent, a chilly wind suddenly blew through the hall, sending the paper money on the altar flying.

"Bow to your parents!" The host's voice sounded particularly shrill in the wind.

The newlyweds turned to the seat of honor at the side, where an old pair of figures sat. Their faces were haggard, their eyes were dull, and their stiff faces were covered with a forced smile.

Xiuxiu's father was terrified at this moment. He recognized them. Aren't these the parents who had held a ghost marriage with his daughter?

He trembled for a long time and couldn't utter a word. The clan leader asked softly: "Zhang Fugui, what are you doing?"

"He...they...don't..."

Before he could say anything, a sharp voice was heard.

"Husband and wife bow to each other!" The host's voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

The bride and groom bowed face to face. When their heads touched, blood suddenly flowed from the bride's head, staining her wedding dress red. Meanwhile, a strange smile appeared on the groom's face, and that smile looked particularly ferocious under the dim blue light.

The red veil slid to the ground, and the bride's face appeared in front of the patriarch and his entourage.

"Ah... ghost..." Everyone wanted to escape in panic, but they couldn't move their feet. They could only try to move their bodies with tears streaming down their faces.

"Xiu Xiu, this is none of our business. It's your father who made the decision. Please let us go."

"Xiu'er, you don't want to marry a butcher and ruin your reputation. Being able to marry into a wealthy family and become a young lady and enjoy the blessings is already a great blessing. I didn't let you sink into the pond like your sister Rong, which is already because I, as a father, love you. You can't blame me..."

At that moment, a sinister laugh erupted from the hall. It seemed to come from all directions, making it impossible to discern its source. "Hahahaha... Then experience this gift for yourself!"

"Wow-wow-wow" a few hoarse crow calls were heard, and the patriarch and his group were dispersed by an invisible force.

Zhang Fugui was trying to escape from the mountain village with his beloved, but the villagers behind him were chasing them desperately with torches and wolfhounds. Soon, he and his lover were trapped in the mud.

The clan leader, holding a torch, said indifferently: "You have ruined the reputation of our Xihe clan in this way and committed the shameful act of eloping. You will be drowned in a pond in three days..."

Zhang Fugui wanted to say something but couldn't help himself. He saw a man running over and kneeling down and said: "Clan leader, please don't let Xiuxiu sink into the pond. Didn't you say that the young master of the He family in the county wants a ghost marriage? I agree that Xiuxiu can go, but if there is a plum blossom in the family in Chentang, it will be hard to say about the marriage."

When Zhang Fugui saw that it was himself, he struggled to say something.

The man glared at him and said sternly, "Xiu Xiu, just marry Young Master He honestly. I think you also care about your sister Meihua, otherwise her marriage will be difficult to say. You don't want her to go in your place, do you?"

Xiuxiu looked at the man with tears in her eyes, closed her eyes and nodded in agreement.

Zhang Fugui collapsed. He didn't want to go through a ghost marriage, and he didn't want to be buried alive. But he couldn't control his body at all and could only watch.

Xiuxiu's gagged mouth was released, and she knelt down and begged: "Please, let Sanlang go. I asked him to take me away. I agree to the ghost marriage now, please let him go!"

The clan leader looked at him coldly and said, "He broke the rules of our Xihe Village."

Xiuxiu said with red eyes: "You can't hurt him. He has a good reputation and the government will not ignore him."

Perhaps the clan leader had some concerns, so he waved his hand and asked people to release Sanlang.

"Xiu Xiu, don't agree to this. No, I'm going to report it to the police..."

As soon as Sanlang was released, he wanted to come over to rescue Xiuxiu, but he was taken away before he could get close.

"Sanlang, go now. We're not destined to meet in this life, but we'll meet again in the next. You need to take care of yourself and go study. When you graduate from high school, come back and tell Xiuxiu the good news."

"Don't... come back, Xiuxiu. Don't..."

"Take him away. Oh, and wait until Xiuxiu and Young Master He have finished their ceremony before releasing him."

"Yes. Chieftain."

Zhang Fugui was truly desperate at this moment. It was almost time for his wedding. He was currently marrying a rooster.

The moment the ceremony ended, Young Master He also passed away. He heard with his own ears the old lady of the He family say with a very relaxed tone: "It will be so lonely when Ming passes away, with no one to take care of him. We just found a wife for him, so let them be buried together."

Just like that, his mouth was sewn shut, his hands and feet were tied, and he was stuffed into the coffin. Listening to the coffin nails being hammered into the coffin again and again, he understood Xiuxiu's despair for the first time.

Lin Yu just stood in front of the coffin listening to the sobbing sounds inside, and standing next to him was the puppet formed by Xiuxiu's resentment.