"Ma Wencai?"
Chronicle looked at the face of the ghost in front of him, his face serious.
Due to the special material modification of Yingtai, it required "immersive performance". In order to enhance the sense of immersion, he replaced the face of every character in the play "Liang Zhu" with familiar faces.
For example, Zhu Yuanwai is Su Wen, Zhu's wife is Wang Fang, the teacher in the training team responsible for female students, and the master of the academy is Xie Wenyuan with a goatee.
As for the tragic male second character Ma Wencai in the story…
Are there any other candidates?
Looking at the familiar face in front of him, Chronicle couldn't help but click his tongue, not afraid at all.
Looking up, Ma Wencai's head tilted, resting on his own shoulder, with a highly exaggerated curve at the corner of his mouth.
The wind leaked from his throat, and his voice was as sharp as glass being cut, but the two words he uttered were clear.
"Yingtai… Yingtai… Yingtai…"
It swayed and dragged its feet, a simple long sword dragging on the ground, cutting through the red cloth on the ground as it moved.
"Yingtai!"
"Ma Wencai" suddenly roared, his expression becoming more ferocious. The long sword moved from bottom to top, almost creating a cold wind.
But at this moment, Zongzi Brother flashed over and raised his palm the size of a fan, slapping the distorted face heavily.
The slap made its head spin around its neck, and the groom's small hat fell to the ground.
"Yingtai…"
Seeing that Ma Wencai was still leaking wind from his mouth and muttering there, Zongzi Brother gave it another slap.
"Yingtai!"
It shouted loudly, and the sound of slaps that followed became even louder.
"Yingtai…"
This time, instead of a slap, a big foot about forty yards came crashing down.
This kick was fierce, carrying a strong stench of death, and kicked directly into its chest.
After the kick, Zongzi Brother turned his head and glanced at Chronicle, raising his eyebrows with an ambiguous meaning.
Although he had no expression on his face and looked cold and hard, it made people feel… that this zombie monster was annoying.
On the other side, Ma Wencai staggered, barely stabilizing himself with the long sword.
Zongzi Brother jumped over, thrusting his arms forward, causing a strong bloody wind, and a heavy killing intent.
But at this moment, Ma Wencai suddenly tilted back in an extremely strange posture, dodging the attack, and then rushed towards the direction where Chronicle was.
Seeing this situation, Ba Ye embraced his arms and flew up, kicking it down with one foot.
Ma Wencai roared and climbed up again, but was poked on the shoulder by Qi Ye's mourning stick, and half of his body instantly turned into flying ashes.
But in less than half a second, the red and gray impurities fell back onto its body, and in just a few seconds, it returned to its original state.
Seeing this, Chronicle decisively took out his mobile phone from his pocket and wanted to take a photo of the face that was exactly the same as Bai Ziliang.
But after waiting for a long time, the screen was still pitch black.
At this moment, Yingtai's summoning card in his sea of consciousness trembled frantically.
Seeing this, Chronicle decisively summoned it.
This was the first time the four card spirits had gathered together. Before this, Zongzi Brother was sleeping in the coffin.
Today, he was unusually diligent.
But this extra consumption of spiritual power made Chronicle a little uncomfortable.
"Yingtai, do whatever you need to do quickly, time is limited."
Having understood Chronicle's meaning, Yingtai nodded slightly.
Looking at Ma Wencai, who was firmly locked on the ground by Zongzi Brother and unable to move, her eyes flashed, and she picked up the camera hanging in front of her and skillfully took a picture of the disheveled face.
The photo quickly slid out of the camera, presenting a 3D flash card-like effect.
From different angles, the image reflected was different.
In one second, it was the eerie version of Bai Ziliang in ancient style, and in the next second, it became the paper groom whose neck was pierced by Qi Ye's chain.
Seeing this, Chronicle suddenly realized.
No wonder the other party spoke like leaking wind, the problem was here.
"The original body is a paper person, so it should be afraid of fire, right?"
Chronicle thought to himself, took out a lighter given as change from the mall from his bag, and lit Ma Wencai's hair.
But after trying for a long time, it was of no use except for "scaring" the other party and making it shout loudly.
At this moment, Yingtai tugged at his sleeve.
Looking at her clear and lifeless eyes, Chronicle instantly guessed what she was thinking.
So he separated a strand of spiritual power and fell onto the characteristic called "What is Truth".
A crimson arc resembling a long river fell straight down from the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a blood-red wedding dress, wrapping around the thin and frail body.
A visible black wave also fell on Yingtai's shoulder at this moment.
The suppression from the aura of Yin made her pretty face even paler.
"Yingtai… Yingtai…"
Listening to Ma Wencai's call, she slowly raised her head.
Her gaze gradually changed from complex to sharp, and finally returned to that lifeless look. Her slender and fair hand pointed directly at the direction where Ma Wencai was.
In an instant, blood flowed out of thin air, entwining along her finger and condensing into arrows, instantly bursting out!
Under Chronicle's gaze, the blood arrow pierced directly into the wound on the paper groom's neck, destroying its "vitality" completely.
With a "crack" sound, the not-so-tall body fell to the ground, slowly turning into a broken and tattered paper person, devoid of spirituality.
Yingtai had no expression on her face, turned her head, raised her finger, and shot another blood arrow towards the closed main room door.
But before the blood arrow could hit the door, a crimson figure rushed out on its own, agilely avoiding this fierce attack.
At a glance, Chronicle saw that it resembled Yingtai by three points, but its face was covered with cracks like broken porcelain, and its eyes were filled with resentment.
As it danced in mid-air, the red silk in the courtyard began to sway, making a hissing sound similar to a snake's hiss.
In the next moment, paper people flashed out from all the room doors in the courtyard.
In a trance, they turned into the appearances of various familiar people to Chronicle, constantly approaching with their heads down and expressionless faces.
Before Qi Ye and Ba Ye could make a move, Zongzi Brother picked up the lamp post from the ground and randomly swung it, preventing the legion of paper people from getting close.
It was unusually diligent today.
It was really going all out for the coffin.For a moment, Chronicle truly wanted to immediately provide a better coffin for the other party.
But the thought of not being able to see their diligent demeanor anymore if he did so, made him decide to tease them a bit first.
After all, with dozens of beds in the funeral parlor, he didn't need to worry about the "nutrition" not keeping up.
"Bullying the ignorant old zongzi, I'm really bad."
Chronicle couldn't help but think, but suddenly shivered.
Lifting his head, he saw the ghost bride looking at him with a smile, her eyebrows raised, even throwing him a flirtatious glance.
Seeing this, the spirit, tired and not wanting to continue fighting, was unable to stay still, looking at the face that somewhat resembled his own, her red lips slightly moving.
The spirit was silent, but looking at her mouth… it seemed like she was saying something that shouldn't come out of a lady's mouth.
It was quite dirty.
There's another chapter coming up. I had some things to do during the day, so I came back late and didn't have time to update more. I'm sorry, everyone.
I'll make a push for New Year's Day tomorrow.
Wishing everyone good health and smooth sailing in all matters, may 2023 be good for all.
(End of this chapter)