Tong Xiaosong isn’t seeing a chicken being slaughtered for the first time; he has even killed chickens himself. However, this is the first time he has witnessed a chicken’s death in such a gruesome manner.
Chicken blood splattered around the house, filling the air with an unpleasant and nauseating smell.
The ground was marked with gruesome patterns, creating a disturbing sight that sent shivers down everyone’s spine.
What they didn’t anticipate was that the most repulsive part was yet to come.
Using her withered hands, Granny Tang squeezed out the remaining blood from the chicken’s body. After the last drop of blood was squeezed out, the chicken convulsed and took its final breath.
The slightly blackened chicken blood was divided into three portions and placed in front of Wu Mabo, Wen Dong, and Ke Lin.
Granny Tang’s somewhat hoarse and eerie voice echoed, “Drink it.”
The faces of the three turned green, staring at the disgusting substance as if facing a formidable enemy.
Wu Mabo forced a laugh, “Granny, let’s not do this. We’re not accepting the ancestral hall, so there’s no need to drink, right?”
Granny Tang replied, “To acknowledge the master and avoid the intrusion of the Immortal hall, you must drink it. If you don’t, when the Immortal hall arrives, calamity will befall you, and even immortals won’t be able to save you.”
While the warning was chilling, the sight of the chicken blood made it difficult for them to swallow.
The three exchanged glances, suddenly realizing they were caught in a dilemma.
Wen Dong asked, “Granny, why doesn’t Tong Xiaosong have chicken blood? Doesn’t he need to drink it?”
Suddenly mentioned, Tong Xiaosong was momentarily stunned and also looked towards Granny Tang.
Granny Tang picked up a bowl of water mixed with paper ash from the side and said, “He will drink this.”
Wu Mabo seemed to have found a way out and quickly said, “Granny! We’ll also drink this!”
“Nonsense!” Granny Tang became somewhat angry, her face turning unpleasant.
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Wu Mabo and the others were stunned. They looked at Tong Xiaosong in surprise, unable to figure out the reason.
Tong Xiaosong’s face turned pale. What did Granny Tang mean by saying he had already stepped into the yin realm with one foot?
Granny Tang said, “He has offerings on his body. Don’t cause any more trouble. Drink up quickly.”
Tong Xiaosong and his three roommates, without coordination, thought of the copper basin. They looked at Gu Xuan, who had been silent the whole time.
Only then did they realize that in front of Gu Xuan, there was nothing, not even the need to drink the water with paper ash.
Without asking again, they believed that Gu Xanu must have done something using Tong Xiaosong, so that’s why he was different from them now.
Wu Mabo, Wen Dong, and Ke Lin exchanged glances. They picked up the chicken blood, pinched their noses, drank it all in one go, and then came a series of retching sounds.
Tong Xiaosong found it relatively easier to swallow, but when he brought it to his lips, he paused because the water with paper ash unexpectedly carried a strong and rich scent of sandalwood.
It was the same fragrance as on Gu Xuan at this moment, but much stronger.
He subconsciously looked at Gu Xuan.
Seeing him looking over, Gu Xuan faintly smiled, without any malice, giving off an unexpectedly warm and comforting feeling, like basking in the spring breeze.
This was definitely an illusion!
Tong Xiaosong quickly averted his gaze, bit his teeth, and drank the water with paper ash in one go.
The water, carrying the strong scent of sandalwood, flowed from his throat to his stomach, and strangely, there was a warm sensation.
The taste was not nauseating; it even had a pleasant fragrance. However, this fragrance, similar to the one emanating from Gu Xuan at this moment, gave him the illusion of being invaded by the other person’s presence from the inside out.
Just thinking about it made him feel uncomfortable, and he couldn’t sit still.
***
After drinking the chicken blood, they began to burn incense in front of the hall. The temple was invited out, and everyone finally saw what the temple looked like.
It was a Buddhist shrine, entirely different from when they offered prayers to Buddha. In front of the shrine was a dusty, seemingly very old, dark red cloth.
The uncomfortable color inevitably reminded people of the liquid filled with a bloody scent that they had just drunk.
Paper money, incense, and candles were burning at the four corners of the house. There were paper figures representing gold boys and jade girls, houses, carriages, and various paper-made items, creating a grand scene even larger than when Tang Yuxin’s grandfather was buried.
Smoke was everywhere, and Granny Tang was chanting words in her mouth.
Soon, night fell, and Granny Tang unexpectedly brought out many, many paper figures from the house, placing them on the chairs in the hall as if they were living people.
Tong Xiaosong and the others stood in the center of the hall surrounded by the paper figures, like chickens and ducks awaiting slaughter.
Looking around, the paper figures seemed to come alive, staring at them with eerie smiles.
Finally, they noticed an empty chair and saw Gu Xuan sitting on it.
“Fuck.” Wu Mabo muttered discontentedly, “No wonder he didn’t drink anything. It seems he doesn’t consider himself human anymore.”
“Hush,” Wen Dong whispered, “He’s involved in some occult stuff. We really can’t say for sure what he is now. Better not provoke him. Keep your distance in the future.”
“Enough talk; I find it quite creepy,” Ke Lin said with a mournful face, rubbing his arms with goosebumps.
Tong Xiaosong looked at Gu Xuan sitting in the chair, and somehow, he suddenly remembered the paper person displayed on the first floor of Gu Xuan’s house.
Why did he suddenly think of this?
Tong Xiaosong withdrew his gaze, but he couldn’t help thinking that, looking from an aesthetic perspective, the paper person in Gu Xuan’s house, which seemed alive, was much more beautiful than the eerie things surrounding them now.
With a bang, Granny Tang closed the wooden door of the hall. Inside the hall, there was only the faint glow of candles.
Wearing a plain white outfit, Tang Yuxin walked out. Granny Tang took out a large red square cover and placed it on Tang Yuxin’s head.
Dressed in all white with a large red cover, for no reason, it made people think of a beheaded corpse. Looking at Tang Yuxin’s appearance, it sent a chill down the spine.
Granny Tang took out a bunch of red threads, tied one around the wrists of Wu Mabo, Wen Dong, and Ke Lin, and then tied the other ends of the three red threads to Tang Yuxin’s wrist.
Without Granny Tang saying anything, everyone could more or less guess that this represented a form of protection.
Wen Dong reminded, “What about Tong Xiaosong?”
“They all have it, they all have it…” Granny Tang muttered.
Then they saw Granny Tang pulling out a red thread from Gu Xuan’s wrist and walking towards Tong Xiaosong.
In the eyes of everyone, this scene gave them the feeling of the matchmaking red thread being pulled by the Matchmaker in a wedding ceremony.
Tong Xiaosong also found it strange. He frowned and dodged, “Granny, I don’t want to be connected to him.”
Wu Mabo exclaimed, “Exactly! Granny, let Tong Xiaosong be with us.”
Granny Tang’s withered hand firmly grabbed Tong Xiaosong’s wrist and whispered, “This is not random.”
Tong Xiaosong then realized how strong Granny Tang’s grip was. The thin fingers that tightly held his wrist felt like steel rods, making him even feel a bit of pain.
It wasn’t until the red thread was securely tied around his wrist in a tight knot that she let go.
Tong Xiaosong uncomfortably pulled a few times. He looked at Gu Xuan, and the long red thread hung between them, like a connection of indescribable bonds.
Fortunately, the current Gu Xuan didn’t give him that strong sense of aversion, and he could tolerate this red thread for now.
Oohhh, married with witnesses but still without license?
Can the ghost take up another appearance? It’s tough to deal with Gu Xian’s face.
Getting wedded so soon 😳
Whattttttttttt??? Married??😭 Yesss
From funeral to wedding!? Random but I like it!
FROM A FUNERAL IT WENT TO A WEDDING?? HAHAHA I LIKE !! The ghost (i forgot his name) is so sly but cant he use another appearance other than Gu Xuan