Quick Travel: When a delicate beauty becomes cannon fodder

Song Muchi had already left, and the table was cleared, leaving only the brocade bag he left behind.

He didn't know if his things were useful, so Ruan Ruan stuffed the ointment he had given him before and hung it on his waist.

There are two tokens hanging on the other side, which will only be removed when taking off clothes.

The maids came in to help her wash up. After bathing, she came out from behind the screen with wet hair, wiped her hair herself, and changed several dry towels before it felt dry. Before going to bed, the maids brought in a bowl of brown soup.

"It's so busy tonight that I might disturb Madam, so please drink this bowl of soothing soup."

The words were respectful, but he looked like he would not leave until she drank, and he insisted on watching her drink.

Meanwhile, on the other side—

The two chosen brides entered the bath together, and the red ropes around their wrists became brighter and brighter as they were soaked in water, as if they had absorbed blood.

There were petals floating on the water, and the skin was looming with the ripples of the water. The maids watched them bathing. When they came up, they were wrapped in red quilts, and after absorbing the water, they put on new wedding dresses.

Their hair was scattered and wringed, and they sat in front of the dressing mirror to paint their makeup, with bright red lipstick on their lips. The maids tied their hair into exquisite buns, put on wedding crowns, and gold hairpins.

Three or four maids arranged her gorgeous wedding dress, and the embroidered shoes under the dress were also embroidered with gold thread pearls. The door of the house was wide open, and the maids opened the door on both sides to make room for the two brides to walk in front.

The maid beside them led the way, slightly behind them.

After nightfall, the Song Mansion was very quiet. There was no sound of talking or moving. They walked at the front, followed by two rows of six maids, and one beside them leading the way.

The light of the red lantern reflected their figures, and the red silk fluttered.

The light reflected on the surface through the red cloth also showed a bit of red. There was no other person in sight, and it looked like a dead house.

I could hear my own footsteps clearly, it was so quiet.No one spoke.

The road behind became unfamiliar. They had not walked through it. They took some detours under the instructions of the maid. When they stopped, they saw the gray building and their expressions became more solemn. "Madam, please."

His body had become stiff at some point, his face was pale, and his outstretched hands were also stiff. The expression on his face seemed to have been painted on, and his lips did not move when he spoke, only curling them stiffly.

It has already blocked their retreat.

The door of the ancestral hall is opened, and what occupies the field of vision is the dark coffin in the center, surrounded by densely packed white paper figures. The harsh creaking sound of the door is heard as it opens, and all the details are the same.Master Song and Mrs. Song stood at the top of the ancestral hall, a smile seemed to be engraved on their faces, looking at the bride with satisfaction.Candlelight illuminates the memorial tablet on the high platform.

The maid behind them grabbed their hands, the talismans burned, and the smell of burning paper filled their noses with the harsh screams. The stiff flesh and blood revealed their true bodies and were burned to ashes.

The cold weapon scratching through their flesh was like cutting through fragile paper. The white paper figures in the ancestral hall quickly surrounded them, stiff and flexible, avoiding the sharp edge lightly.

They swarmed up again.

The red rope around the wrist became tighter and tighter, and the red rope seemed to be oozing out blood. The fingers were tearing hard, but it seemed to have grown together with the flesh and blood. It seemed that a sucking sound could be heard. As the blood drained, the head became dizzy. His strength also weakened.

The paper man's hand was a wound across his body, easily piercing flesh and blood.

They were lifted up by the paper figures and fell heavily into the ancestral hall.

Mr. Song and Mrs. Song walked down from the memorial tablet.

The door slammed shut. (End of chapter)