Kiss every script [Quick Transmigration]

After Mu Zhichan was supported by Nan Kemian and returned to the guest room in the village chief's courtyard, he sat down on the bed with no strength, took out a thermos from his bag and took a sip of cool water to relieve his shock.

Nan Kemian sat beside him with a smile on her face. Seeing a bunch of dull hair on his head, she couldn't help stroking it with her hands.

"I feel like I'm in a very mysterious state right now." Mu Zhichan's eyes were distracted, her lips trembled, she didn't know what she was talking about, "It seems to have seen the end of life."

Nan Kemian just laughed in a low voice, his eyes fell softly on his face and said slowly: "Can I sleep tonight?"

"That's enough." Mu Zhichan wiped her face, as if she suddenly remembered something and asked Xiang Nan Kemian: "I saw a little hand covering the back of my classmate before, it was pale and haggard, skinny, what is that?" thing?"

"It sounds like a hand that eats human internal organs, a ghost spawned by Yin Qi." Nan Kemian explained.

Mu Zhichan nodded in a trance.

……

"Marrying a yin marriage!?? I won't do such an unlucky thing! Whoever loves to do it!!" A sudden sharp male voice broke Mu Zhichan's thoughts, causing him to look up at the open door, and saw The village head on crutches stood in the yard with several middle-aged men and women, and one of them was a young man in his 20s who was blushing and reasoning with the village head.

"This has been a custom in the village since ancient times. Now you are the only one who meets the requirements, and you must go." Wan Guofu scolded with a sullen face, without any room for change.

"Village chief, that's marrying a dead man, and I have to stay with the corpse for seven days. I'm cowardly, I really can't stand this." Wan Dazhuang said in a muffled voice with his neck stuck.update the fastest

"Besides, our family is going to marry a daughter-in-law after a while. It's really unlucky to have a yin marriage before marriage. See if you can accommodate me..." Aunt Wan sighed sadly.

"That's right, village chief, Da Zhuang finally fell in love with a girl." Uncle Wan took a puff of cigarette and said in a deep voice.

"Unless you can find a young man who meets the requirements to replace you, but as soon as possible, you have to start welcoming the relatives at seven o'clock tomorrow night." Wan Guofu said coldly.

Madam Wan frowned: "This..."

"Otherwise, I'll go for him." Mu Zhichan who walked out of the room said aloud, which surprised Nan Kemian who was following behind.

To be honest, after going through ghosts like Guitong, he felt that it was not a big deal to marry in the dark, not to mention that the ghost had told him that other people were not allowed, so what if someone else went for him and ended up being killed by that ghost? What if the ghost is killed?Doesn't that mean that I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me.

and……

Mu Zhichan felt that the ghost was not unreasonable, maybe he could have a calm talk with the other party, ask him about his last wish, and maybe let him go.

"Really? That's great, thank you, young man." Aunt Wan beamed with joy and thanked repeatedly.

Wan Guofu looked back at him, "How old are you?"

Mu Zhichan calmly replied: "22."

Wan Guofu pondered for a moment and said, "Okay."

After the crowd dispersed, the village head led him to the back room. Immediately, Mu Zhichan saw the phoenix coronet and Xiapei hanging on the hanger. The wedding gown was exquisitely stitched with gold thread, and the rich peonies under the skirt were lifelike. , You can tell that it is expensive at a glance.

Mu Zhichan felt strange that such a high-quality wedding dress would appear in such a backward and poor mountain village, it was really a bit against the law.

"This is a custom-made wedding dress with the money raised by everyone, just for the yin wedding ceremony every five years." Wan Guofu seemed to have guessed his question, "Tomorrow you need to dress in advance, and the specific process will be announced at that time." Mother told you, you just do it."

Mu Zhichan nodded, and couldn't help but ask again: "But I'm a man, this wedding dress..."

"Whether men or women are married, they must wear these. This is a custom handed down from the ancestors." The village chief sighed.

"Okay." Mu Zhichan replied, thinking sadly that her first women's dress was dedicated to a ghost, it was really desolate.

After the village head left, Nan Kemian walked into the room to look at the wedding dress, and couldn't help but admire: "You must look good in it."

Mu Zhichan's mouth twitched: "I don't think you are praising me."

"Really, your facial features are good-looking, and it should be suitable for all makeup looks. If possible, can I put on makeup for you tomorrow?" Nan Kemian said sincerely.

Mu Zhichan looked at him: "...you don't need to film?"

Nan Kemian had a cute face: "Tomorrow is someone else's role."

Mu Zhichan: "...All right."

The next day, five o'clock in the afternoon.

Mu Zhichan sat in front of Aunt Wang's dressing table with two dark circles under her eyes, closed her eyes and let Nan Kemian brush and paint on his face with a makeup brush.

He almost didn't sleep all night. As soon as he closed his eyes, he couldn't help recalling everything that happened in the wedding room. After finally getting sleepy, he was about to fall asleep. Wan Yijun's face exploded in his mind again. Is physically and mentally exhausted.

"Have you called the work unit?" Nan Kemian pinched his chin and looked at him for a moment, then opened the eyeshadow palette and asked warmly.

"Well, I've already asked for leave." Mu Zhichan was a little sleepy, so she slurred her words, sounding a little milky.

Nan Kemian's eyes softened for a moment, and he raised his hand to rub Mu Zhichan's soft hair.

Speaking of which, his eyes can see the color of the soul, the purer the soul, the closer its color will be to pure white.

When I saw Mu Zhichan for the first time, even though this soul was entwined with countless red threads, I could still see the pure white soul under the red threads, and the temperature of the soul after getting close was also warm, just like his sister's soul.

And he has no resistance to this kind of warm and beautiful soul. He is always attracted to him covered in mud all the time, so he can't help but want to get close to, touch, and rub the warm light.

"The young man's make-up is really good. Is it professional?" Xi Niang standing beside - Wan Xiaowang praised.

"No, it's just a hobby." Nan Kemian took out a lipstick and gently traced Mu Zhichan's lips, her eyes were focused and serious, as if she was doing something sacred.

"Okay." Nan Kemian whispered, then pushed the yawning Mu Zhichan to stand in front of a full-length mirror, smiled and said, "Come and see."

Mu Zhichan casually glanced at the mirror, and immediately let out a "fuck".

What was projected in the mirror was a tall beauty. He was wearing a red wedding gown and a golden phoenix crown on his head. His eyes were like lacquer, and his lips were like Danxia. Outlined a sense of surprise.

"You are obviously talented, but you rely on your face to make a living?" Mu Zhichan joked.

"Of course, it's easier to rely on the face after all." Nan Kemian picked up the red hijab on the tray and asked Xiang Wan Xiaowang: "Is it almost time?"

"Well, it's just nine o'clock." Wan Xiaowang adjusted the skirt of Mu Zhichan's wedding dress, watched Nan Kemian cover him with a hijab, and said: "You will hold this memorial tablet and get on the sedan chair in a while." During this period, you are not allowed to talk, and you are not allowed to lift the hijab. When you step over the brazier in front of the wedding room, worship the heaven and the earth in the lobby, worship the ghosts and marriage gods, and finally the husband and wife worship each other. After the worship, everyone will leave. Then you can lift the hijab. Of course, don’t be afraid if you’re alone, just go to the back room and sleep overnight with your head covered, and if you’re hungry, there are cakes prepared on the table to eat.”

"Okay." Mu Zhichan nodded, and took a wooden tablet handed over by Wan Xiaowang. Through the hem of the hijab, the words engraved on it were: Wan's Spirit Tablet.

He frowned, and some subconsciously ignored questions surfaced in his mind.

Judging from the previous situation, it is not difficult to speculate that Mr. Wanyi should be a child of the royal family thousands of years ago, so why was the coffin dug out so easily by Wanjia Village?And also being regarded by the villagers as the object of a yin marriage?

With these questions in mind, Mu Zhichan was helped onto the sedan chair by Xi Niang, and then heard a high-pitched voice: "The auspicious time has come!"

At the same time, the sedan chair was raised, the suona was resounding, and the white paper money with round and square holes was scattered by the wedding presenters one after another. The four people walking in the front and the four people at the back carried lanterns made of white paper for lighting, while In front of the sedan chair is a team of musicians playing suona and paper-carriers.

Now the sky has completely darkened, and the surrounding trees are full of shadows and ghosts. The cool evening wind blows over the white tassels hanging in front of the sedan chair, sending the sound of the suona and the paper money far, far away.

It was the first time for Mu Zhichan to sit in this kind of sedan chair, and he couldn't help feeling drowsy from the swaying and swaying, no matter how high-pitched the suona sound was, he couldn't resist his drowsiness.

"We're here, let's get off the sedan chair." Xi Niang Wan Xiaowang opened the curtain and stretched out her hand to Mu Zhichan.

Mu Zhichan, who was too sleepy, pinched his thigh, sobered up for a moment in pain, and then he put Wan Xiaowang's hand on his feet, stepped over the brazier, and came to the lobby of the wedding room.

The master of ceremonies in charge stood beside the ghost marriage statue and finished the opening speech. After Mu Zhichan walked to the white jade coffin with the tablet in his hand, he raised his voice and said, "Pray to heaven and earth!"

"Second worship to ghosts and gods!"

"Bye husband and wife!"

"Licheng!"

Mu Zhichan straightened his waist, and after hearing the footsteps of the master of ceremonies and Xi Niang leaving and the sound of the door closing, he raised his hand and was about to lift the hijab, but his wrist was held by a cold hand.

"I'll do it." A deep and magnetic voice came to his ears, and Mu Zhichan, who was stiff all over, walked to the inner bedroom step by step with his wrist clasped, and was supported to sit on the carved wooden wedding bed.

Mu Zhichan's hand holding the tablet couldn't help tightening, a little cold sweat broke out from his palm, his whole body was like a stretched string.

"Don't be afraid." Wan Yi said, gently lifting the hijab covering his head.

After the occlusion in front of her eyes disappeared, Mu Zhichan saw Wan Yijun's pale and sickly stern face, and lowered her eyes to look at the ground again, thinking that the ghost really had no shadow.

"It's time to drink the wine." Wan Yijun said slowly, his eyes greedily traced the outline of the person in front of him, and he raised his hand and handed him a glass of wine.

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