Starting his cultivation from marrying the Weaver Girl

Chapter 3: Weaving Girl Weaving Destiny
The red lines on his arms kept shrinking, and blood stained the ground.

Lin Yao suddenly smiled and sat on the stool behind him.

He's gambling.

I bet that this is all the bride can do.

Feeling the increasing force, Lin Yao's face turned pale and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

Because of excessive blood loss, a feeling of weakness continued to spread throughout the body.

Lin Yao's heart couldn't help but skip a beat, but he still looked at the bride quietly.

The silence in the room was terrifying, and the red lines between the two became the basis of the game.

"Has the force stopped?"

Finally, when Lin Yao's vision became a little blurred, the red line on his arm no longer tightened.

"Now, can we talk? Weaver?"

Lin Yao raised his arm, the dripping blood seemed out of place with his smiling face.

"What do you want to talk about?"

Unlike the hoarse howls made by the human skin, this time the voice was weak but still melodious. It must be the Weaver Girl speaking.

Lin Yao breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as the Weaver Girl can stand on his side temporarily, even if it is just a fragile relationship of interests.

Only then will he have a chance to find a glimmer of hope in this strange world.

Lin Yao said, "I'm not interested in your background or experiences, but we both want to get out of here, so how about a deal?"

The Weaver Girl was silent for a while, then spoke.

"Since it's a deal, I don't see your sincerity."

Lin Yao knew what sincerity she meant. In ancient times, marriage required three letters and six engagements. Once a man and a woman decided on the marriage and signed the marriage certificate, the only thing left was to get married in the hall.

After signing the marriage certificate, the two became nominally husband and wife.

This is why the Weaver Girl wants him to hand over the marriage certificate.

However, Lin Yao didn’t understand why she could have just killed him and taken the marriage certificate, but she still had to hand it over with her own hands.

"Could it be because of the embroiderer?"

Some guesses flashed through Lin Yao's mind.

Perhaps the embroiderer standing outside the door is the real culprit behind the scenes.

"I'm just an ordinary person. Without this marriage certificate, I'm afraid I won't be able to walk out of this door alive. So, I refuse."

As soon as she finished speaking, the embroidery thread that had disappeared stabbed Lin Yao again.

This time the target was his heart.

Lin Yao was still sitting there, but the embroidery thread suddenly stopped when it pierced her skin.

The voice of the Weaver Girl rang out.

"I have planted a curse in your heart. If you break your promise, you will become one of these human skins."

"Since I've shown my sincerity, it's your turn now. I can't stop those things outside."

After Lin Yao finished speaking, a passage of words suddenly emerged in his mind.

[Innate magical power: Fate Weaving]

"This is a magical secret technique passed down from the ancient Heavenly Emperor lineage. Even with your mortal body, you can use it."

Lin Yao carefully examined this innate magical power and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Why did the Weaver Girl, who possessed such magical powers, end up in this state?
"but."

After seeing clearly the prerequisites for weaving destiny, Lin Yao suddenly looked up at the Weaver Girl behind the veil.

【Through the external environment and the practitioner's own guidance, a real illusion is woven.】

A real illusion?
Lin Yao laughed.

This voice made Zhinu a little puzzled.

"In that case, would you like to hear my plan?"

Before the Weaver Girl could speak, Lin Yao continued.

"The ultimate goal of the embroiderer and those strange guests outside is my posthumous appearance. They've been waiting for six days, probably intending to kill me on the seventh day, during our wedding night. Perhaps they're going to complete some kind of sacrificial ritual?"

His eyes were fixed on the Weaver Girl.
"What do you want to do?"

"kill me."

The embroidery thread pierced Lin Yao's heart.

There was a meaningful smile on his face.

"My play begins."

outside the room.

The embroiderer stood with her head lowered, waiting quietly in front of the door.

The guests behind her were already losing their temper and were eager to get to the door of the bridal chamber. If it weren't for the embroiderer standing in front of them, they would have rushed in and torn Lin Yao to pieces.

"Squeak."

The door is wide open.

Accompanied by a strong smell of blood, Lin Yao's body was exposed in front of everyone.

When the embroiderer saw this, her eyes were filled with uncontrollable excitement.

She stepped into the bridal chamber, and the guests behind her rushed in as if they had received permission.

They came to the corpse and sniffed it excitedly, as if it was the most delicious delicacy in the world, but no one dared to take the first bite.

The embroiderer ignored Lin Yao and walked straight to the Weaver Girl beside the bed.

The eyes he looked at her were full of madness and hatred, mixed with a hint of attachment.

"What's the matter with you?"

The embroiderer gently stroked the Weaver Girl's face, as loving as a couple who had not seen each other for a long time.

Zhinu's chuckle echoed in the room.

"It seems that you are quite used to this female body, Cowherd."

The mockery in his words was not concealed at all.

Embroiderer, or should I say cowherd?

He grabbed Zhinu's cheek fiercely, exerting force with his palm, causing veins to bulge, and the ferocity in his eyes overshadowed the trace of love.

"So what? You fled to the Inn of the Afterlife and cursed me into this state at the cost of being unable to transcend. You yourself have become neither human nor ghost!"

The cowherd roared angrily.

"If you had listened to me back then, I would have become an immortal and we would have lived a life like a couple in heaven. It's all because of you!"

As he said this, he threw the Weaver Girl onto the wedding bed.

The embroidery thread instantly tightened, and looking at the painful expression of the Weaver Girl, the Cowherd couldn't help feeling a sense of satisfaction.

"Can you do this now?"

The words were full of mockery.

The Cowherd gritted his teeth and strangled the Weaver Girl's neck.

"You've trapped me for a hundred years! And because of that crappy pawn ticket, I can only see you once a year, on these seven days of marriage! These men deserve to die! All of them deserve to die!"

The Weaver Girl said nothing and silently endured his anger.

After venting his anger, Niulang slumped down on the edge of the bed, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes.

Just as the Weaver Girl said, what can he do in his current body?
In order to become an immortal, he used his own young son as a price, captured his soul and spirit, and tried to inherit the divine blood of the Weaver Girl.

But things went against their wishes, and the bloodline of the ancient Emperor of Heaven in the Weaver Girl was inherited by her daughter Xiu Niang.

He had no choice but to sacrifice the entire village, hoping to repeat his old trick, seize the bloodline and graft it onto his youngest son.

He thought that this time he could finally become the god that people revered.

Unexpectedly, the Weaver Girl, who was imprisoned and used as a tool by him, escaped from the cage.

No one knew where she went, but on the day of the sacrifice, she brought a sky full of red embroidery thread and wove a curse as if she had imprisoned herself.

The villagers who were unjustly killed were trapped here with him.

During these hundred years, the wronged souls of the villagers tortured him all the time, and even the Weaver Girl's room was restricted.

Clearly without feathered clothing, she was supposed to be just a tool for becoming an immortal!
Later, the old ox told him the truth and the method of controlling the wronged souls.

He also taught him a formation to extradite a person who died unjustly here every year to break the restriction.

It is for this reason that the dry well and the old ox became the core of this house.

"That beast probably never imagined until his death that, instead of gaining enlightenment through your immortality, it ended up ruining itself."

Niulang glanced coldly at the Weaver Girl on the bed, then stood up and walked to Lin Yao.

"This is the last one. With him, I can return to my male body, and the restrictions of the Rebirth Inn will be gone. Then you won't be able to stop me either."

The hoarse voice reached the ears of the Weaver Girl, causing her to tremble slightly.

Niulang sneered, grabbed Lin Yao's head and moved closer.

When their eyebrows met, Niulang's skin began to crack, and countless embroidery threads like those of the Weaver Girl emerged from his body and slowly flowed towards Lin Yao's body.

At this moment, the guests seemed unable to suppress their bloodthirsty instincts and kept moving closer to the two.

"roll!"

Before he could finish his words.

Niulang only felt a cold feeling across his chest. When he looked down, the tip of the knife had already pierced his chest.

A hand gently covered his eyes, and Lin Yao's voice came to his ears.

"I'm sorry, but I want to live."

(End of this chapter)