Chapter Fifteen: The Sedan Chair (48/95)
This warning made Deng Xiaolin’s already somewhat fearful heart jump into her throat.
Due to her constitution, most lonely ghosts had no hostility towards her.
And they would also, like now, warn her of potential dangers nearby.
So she couldn’t help but heighten her vigilance, and she became very suspicious of the words written on the paper.
But the information on the paper was not finished yet, so Deng Xiaolin continued to read.
“No, you don’t have to worry about not finding a guide, she is right here.”
Deng Xiaolin found it a bit strange. She looked around again, but saw no one else.
The writing on the paper stopped abruptly. She flipped the paper over.
But the text on the back had changed to blood writing.
“Don’t look anywhere else, Deng Xiaolin,”
“The most suitable person to be a guide is you,”
“It’s you…”
Looking at these two lines of text, Deng Xiaolin’s scalp tingled instantly. Almost subconsciously, she threw the paper onto the ground.
But it was too late. The blood writing on the paper began to glow red.
A biting cold wind rustled the grass and fallen leaves.
Something seemed to be stirring in the darkness.
The young girl looked around in terror.
That ghost-faced old man must be watching her from somewhere. What should she do now!?
She had to find a way to leave, the girl said and wanted to move forward.
But she found that her body was completely unable to move.
The grim night wind became even colder, but the girl, already wearing thin clothes, couldn’t even tremble.
Neatly organized footsteps began to sound all around.
The noisy and piercing sound of suona continuously stimulated Deng Xiaolin’s eardrums.
She stiffly turned her head.
On the narrow and dark forest path, two rows of people in ancient clothing … people stood densely packed?
These people varied in height, some male, some female, the only thing they had in common was their paper-white skin.
These two rows of people held bright red flags and blood-red sedan chairs.
The person at the front played the suona and beat gongs and drums. Those outside the two rows of sedan chair bearers were constantly scattering flower petals.
However, these flower petals were all white. The blood-red sedan chair, the wilderness environment, and the white flowers falling with every step… the scene had an indescribable sense of incongruity.
For the first time, Deng Xiaolin felt that the feeling of welcoming a bride was so horrifying and terrifying.
She wanted to escape, but her stiff body made it impossible to move her feet. She could only stand there, watching the welcoming procession getting closer and closer.
Facing these pale-skinned, lifeless-looking unknown things, Deng Xiaolin was filled with despair.
As they got closer, she could even see their rough faces… no, these were not people!
These were all paper figures, extremely realistic paper figures!
The blood-red sedan chair not only lacked a festive feeling but was extremely eerie. The bright red seemed to be constantly dripping blood.
When the sedan chair passed by the young girl, it suddenly stopped.
“Welcome the bride to the sedan!”
“Welcome the bride to the sedan!”
“…”
The paper figures in the welcoming procession repeatedly uttered this sentence in emotionless voices.
Deng Xiaolin felt her heart being gripped tightly by an uncontrollable chill and fear, making it impossible to even breathe.
This extremely terrifying oppressive feeling and indescribable chill made her unable to generate any thought of resistance.
It even surpassed the fear of death, and even suicide became a luxury.
She stood stiffly in place, unable to move, looking at the sedan chair in front of her.
Inside the blood-red sedan chair, the scarlet curtain slowly lifted.
The curtain seemed to be soaked in thick blood, and its texture did not look like fabric, but more like a very thin slice of human flesh.
As the curtain slowly opened a crack, a pale, withered arm stretched out, as if inviting Deng Xiaolin to get on.
But even though Deng Xiaolin refused to comply even unto death, her body took steps towards the sedan chair one by one.
“Zhenlei Talisman!”
At this moment, a man burst out from the darkness.
He pulled Deng Xiaolin into his arms and threw out the Zhenlei Talisman.
“Boom!!”
The blinding thunder swallowed the paper figures in front.
But more paper figures had shifted their gaze to Liu Haoyu.
It was Liu Haoyu who came to save her.
After he jumped into the well following the embroidered shoe, he found himself in this deserted wilderness.
As he was thinking about how to get back, he heard the piercing sound of suona.
He had only intended to come and check the situation, but he didn’t expect to encounter Deng Xiaolin in this kind of place.
“Are you alright?”
“…”
Deng Xiaolin had not recovered yet. Her stiff body prevented her from uttering a single word.
There was no other way, so Liu Haoyu first shifted his gaze to the welcoming procession.
Looking at these blank paper figures emanating an evil aura, even Liu Haoyu had to admit that they were more unsettling than fierce ghosts, who were brutal and cruel.
Even more crucially, Liu Haoyu’s intuition told him.
These paper figures were very powerful, monsters that he could not deal with.
So the first thing to do now was… run!
Without a word, Liu Haoyu picked up Deng Xiaolin and ran.
The eyes of these paper figures all turned black, and a black liquid like ink seeped out of their features.
Anyone who saw that scene would have nightmares at night.
“Snatching the bride… unforgivable!”
“Snatching the bride, unforgivable!”
“…”
The paper figures repeatedly uttered the same words, then they flew up, biting at Liu Haoyu relentlessly.
Fortunately, Deng Xiaolin was light enough and Liu Haoyu was strong enough, otherwise, they would have been caught by these paper figures without running far.
But even so, the distance between Liu Haoyu and the paper figures was gradually shrinking.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Liu Haoyu took out several talismans from his pocket again.
Normally, paper figures feared fire, but he didn’t know if these paper figures feared fire.
“Divine Fire Talisman!”
With a loud shout, he activated all the Divine Fire Talismans in his hand and then threw them all behind him.
Flames engulfed everything, igniting all the pursuing paper figures.
Looking at the paper figures flailing in the flames, Liu Haoyu had no time to relax before he realized that these paper figures were constantly exuding ink, and the flames were extinguished by this ink.
“Damn it!”
Liu Haoyu continued to run forward.
If it were that easy to burn these paper figures clean, he wouldn’t have had such a bad premonition!
After running a distance, like Deng Xiaolin, Liu Haoyu also saw a tombstone made of bluestone in the middle of the road.
He had often encountered this tombstone in his dreams, so he recognized it at a glance that the tomb that blocked his way was Qin Liu’s tomb.
Liu Haoyu didn’t think much and went straight into the tomb passage.
Only when he looked back to confirm the position of the paper figures did he notice that all the paper figures had stopped in place.
Their ink-stained features were watching him from afar.
For some reason, not a single paper figure dared to approach this grave.
