There is a trick

Chapter 21 Grass-Headed Dragon

In a trance, Zhou Chang felt as if he was in the center of a spacious house, surrounded by people dressed in red and green.

The sounds of trumpets, suonas, and other musical instruments continued to come from outside the hall.

"I bow to my parents~"

In the blurry and chaotic picture, the host's deliberately raised voice was heard.

The newlyweds in the central hall were held down by the necks by the maids and servants behind them, and were forced to kneel down and worship the paper tablets on the altar in front of them.

"Bow to Heaven and Earth for the Second Time~"

The newlyweds turned around and were forced by the maids and servants to kneel outside the door.

"Couple greeting~"

The man, wearing a melon-shaped hat with a fake mouse tail made of cotton thread attached to the back, was made to bow to the bride, who was wearing a red veil, by the help of the maids and old women.

After the two of them bowed to each other, a maid brought a bamboo stick wrapped with red silk, similar to a begging stick, and stood beside the groom. She helped the groom, who was standing upright, to lift the red veil of the bride opposite him: "Master Wen, take a look at the bride's appearance. She is very beautiful and you will definitely like her~"

Under the red veil, a snow-white little face gradually appeared.

The woman had a fair and pretty face, and was quite smart.

But she had her eyes closed and her face was completely pale.

There was a black mark on the neck.

Zhou Chang looked at the bride and suddenly felt a severe headache.

He recognized that face!

He recognized the bride!

Who is the bride? The bride is——

Bai Xiu'e!
Zhou Chang suddenly realized who the bride was, and the scene in his vision suddenly became blurred. The large house surrounded by people dressed in red and green quickly receded from his sight!

He saw the eight-immortal table in front of the "new couple" who were bowing to each other.
On the Eight Immortals Table five feet off the ground, there stood a pitch-black tablet. On the tablet was written: The altar of the God of Grass-headed Dragon Chang Wen Yongsheng!

Divine banner!

Wen Yongsheng is actually Shen Jing? !

Zhou Chang's pupils trembled violently!

He saw that on the Eight Immortals Table, there was only the altar of the god's tablet for 'Wen Yongsheng', but no incense, candles or other offerings - the people gathered around the young master of the Wen family and Bai Xiu'e were holding bunches of burning incense sticks in their hands, and their thoughts were on the grand feast of the god's tablet!
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Wow!
The blurry illusion in the field of vision disappeared in an instant!
The slippery and moist wind like a swimming snake completely disappeared from Zhou Chang's perception at this moment.

The fragrant air came from nowhere and disappeared completely without any warning.

Zhou Chang's body was still opening its mouth wide, breathing hard, trying to absorb the escaping food air - but at this moment, there was not a trace of food air left in the void, it was like a live fish thrown onto the shore.

"No one wants to trap you?"

Zhou Chang smiled coldly, and a strand of blood thought flowed up from under the skin and flesh, circling the mouth and nose of the corpse several times.

The corpse became completely quiet, as if it had never been "alive".

Earlier, Zhou Chang had a tug of war with it, and it absorbed the Qi from the outside world, allowing its body to return to its original state. It was no longer as skinny as it was at the beginning when it was deluded by the Qi evaporating from the wine cellar.

Zhou Chang's thoughts underwent even greater changes and became like thick blood vessels.

These "blood vessels" are laid under the skin and flesh of the corpse, but they cannot absorb the delusional eating qi accumulated in the corpse. They can only absorb the delusional eating qi hyphae fermented in the wine cellar.

Zhou Chang waited for a while.

His hearing was enhanced so much that he did not hear any unusual noises from the outside world.

So, he separated a strand of blood thoughts from his body, slowly poked out of the crack of the coffin, and slowly absorbed the mycelium of delusion in the rice grave that submerged himself. After a while, he separated a second strand of silk thread, poked out somewhere else, and absorbed the mycelium of delusion growing on other rice graves.

The blood thoughts swam through the cellar where Shidanzi was, submerging the mountain of grain in the cellar, but still did not grow any delusional mycelium.

Zhou Chang slowly increased the number of blood threads floating out.

The color of the blood-red silk became darker and darker. It no longer became thicker, but each strand of silk began to have the texture of beef tendon.

The power they absorbed fed back to Zhou Chang's spirit, and Zhou Chang's eyes began to sparkle. The faint light flickered in the dim coffin room.

About an hour passed like this, and Zhou Chang heard the fierce sound of water coming from the spring not far away again. He changed his mind, and in an instant, he gathered the blood thoughts that covered half of the wine cellar back into his coffin.

Clusters of bloody thoughts pierced into the flesh of the corpse, interweaving freely and forming a large web.

The slippery and moist breeze of the feasting air blew into the coffin chamber once again.

The corpse began to struggle, trying to breathe!

But after an hour of rest, Zhou Chang's blood thoughts grew stronger and stronger. They intertwined under the skin and flesh of the corpse, tightly locking every pore of the corpse.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
This corpse can only struggle in the coffin like a fish!

Zhou Chang's thoughts were tainted by the wind of feasting energy, but this time, he did not have any obvious hallucinations.

After a moment, the wind of feasting energy came and went, and Zhou Chang began to repeat the previous steps, releasing strands of blood thoughts and absorbing the mycelium of delusional thoughts on the surrounding rice graves.

The day passed slowly.

In the evening, Zhou Chang heard the dull sound of stone slabs being moved coming from the top of the cellar.

The fat man's voice sounded afterwards: "Prepare to wake up!"

His voice swirled down from the top of the cellar, and by the time it reached the bottom floor, it had become extremely weak. And this time, his voice did not produce the slightest echo inside the cellar.

When the koji in the wine cellar 'begins to ferment', strange things begin to happen.

The source of the weirdness may be in the spring not far away.

Zhou Chang waited quietly in the coffin room, listening to the sound of shoveling the rice grain pile outside from top to bottom, from far to near, and finally, the sound of the rice being shoveled away could be heard above his coffin room.

“Mycelium has grown…

This person seems to be a little crazy..."

Zhou Chang heard the fat man's words, and then the lid of the coffin he was in was pushed open. The fat man stood outside the cellar with his arms folded, looking at Zhou Chang in the coffin with his eyes wide open.

In the dim wine cellar, Zhou Chang could clearly see the subtle expressions on the fat man's face.

He had no idea what the other person was observing him for, so he could only act as if he had just woken up.

"How do you feel?" the fat man asked Zhou Chang with a fake smile.

Recalling the feeling when the wind of feasting energy eroded his spirit, Zhou Chang answered carefully: "My head is a little dizzy, and my memory is a little fuzzy, but I seem to be able to move my body..."

As he spoke, he slowly supported himself with his arms.

Because the blood threads could only cover the key joints of the body, his movements appeared extremely stiff, but in the fat man's view, such stiff movements were just right.

The smile on the fat man's face finally seemed more sincere: "Your hysteria is being cured!

But it’s not over yet, you have to come again tomorrow!"

Zhou Chang's eyes flickered and he nodded: "Okay."

"Do you need me to help you?"

"No, I can stand up slowly by myself.

You are such a kind person, but I don’t know your name yet?”

"My name is Qian Chaodong!
Just call me Qian Guanshi."

Afterwards, the fat man Qian Chaodong led the two men with knife scars on their faces and shoveled away the pile of grain on the cellar where Shi Danzi was.

Qian Chaodong looked at the grain pile that hadn't changed at all and curled his lips: "It seems that he is pretending to be crazy!"

He waved his hand,
The two men, whose faces were covered with scars from knives and burns, lowered their bodies and silently worked together to remove the lid of Shidanzi's coffin.

In the coffin.

The stone egg, who was lying straight, suddenly opened his eyes. He gently stroked his cheek with one hand and twisted his orchid fingers with the other hand. He looked at the people outside the coffin with seductive eyes: "Do you think I look like a human or a fairy?"

(End of this chapter)