Starting his cultivation from marrying the Weaver Girl

Chapter 4 Truth and Lies
The cowherd's body was lying on the ground.

Lin Yao did not feel the slightest joy of escaping.

He looked at the two bodies lying on the ground, his brows gradually furrowed.

"The premise of Fateweaving is to use the surrounding environment to unknowingly drag the intruder into the world arranged by the caster."

According to her original idea, the Weaver Girl used embroidery thread to control herself to fake death.

But now, the face of the corpse lying on the ground is exactly the same as his own.

"The Weaver Girl hid me behind a veil, then dragged this body out from under the bed and threw it on the ground."

Everything that happened made him feel as if it was all planned by the Weaver Girl long ago.

Lin Yao looked up and around. The strange guests could no longer suppress their desires and pounced on the two corpses on the ground, devouring them wantonly.

The smell of blood filled his nostrils.

The double stimulation of vision and smell made Lin Yao a little dazed.

From the time he traveled here until now, he didn't dare to rest at all. Until the moment when Niulang fell down just now, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have overlooked something.

The Weaver Girl has the destiny of weaving, so why would she be willing to be treated as a puppet of the Cowherd?
Lin Yao reached out to hold onto the table beside him, his body trembling with fatigue.

"Now, can you return the marriage certificate to me?"

The voice of the Weaver Girl came from behind, soft and trembling a little.

It makes people feel pity.

"Feel sorry."

Lin Yao finally couldn't help but sit on the stool, his pale face revealing his current weakness.

Cold sweat appeared on his forehead and his vision began to blur.

"laugh."

With a light laugh, Lin Yao felt his heart tighten instantly, and the feeling of powerlessness and suffocation made him fall to the ground.

"I told you, if you break your promise, this curse will activate and take your life."

life?

A flash of inspiration flashed through Lin Yao's mind, but it was immediately dispelled by the severe pain in his heart.

He fell to the ground in pain, weakness and suffocation eroding his sanity.

"Hand over the marriage certificate, and I can let you go."

Lin Yao forced himself to open his eyes, but the guests behind him had already devoured the two corpses.

Now, they are all waiting for another feast to be served.

What's worse, some of them were already lying in front of Lin Yao, intoxicated by the breath of death.

Old, rotten, and smelly.

Lin Yao looked at the guests in front of him, blood still lingering at the corners of their mouths.

There is no humanity in his eyes, only greed and tyranny.

"No wonder."

From the wedding ceremony on the sixth day, to obtaining the yellow cowhide, to the transaction with the Weaver Girl, until now, when Cowherd has died, he only needs to hand over the marriage certificate to complete the transaction in order to survive.

All this was going too smoothly.

It went so smoothly, as if someone had arranged it all in advance.

"The price for the Weaver Girl to regain her innate magical powers, as stated on the pawn ticket, is that she cannot lie from the moment the pawnshop is established."

"But the premise of Fate Weaving is to weave a beautiful lie. These two things are inherently contradictory."

He kept thinking about the information on the ticket.

That marriage certificate is not what the Weaver Girl really needs!

What she wanted was the contract after the marriage was signed, but because of the restrictions of the Rebirth Inn, she could not destroy that contract herself.

Unless the groom himself escapes the marriage, or returns the marriage certificate to the Weaver Girl personally, then she will be free from the constraints of the rules of the Rebirth Inn.

"What a plan."

Lin Yao sneered in his heart.

The Weaver Girl simply wanted to use him, or any other groom, to put on a good show for herself.

The Weaver Girl beside the bed has been sitting in this strange place for hundreds of years, guarding the same enemy and mechanically repeating the past scenes.

This is a bit too boring.

From being a high and mighty goddess in heaven, she suddenly fell into such a state that she was neither human nor ghost. Anyone would be distorted to the extreme.

After connecting all the clues into the guess that was closest to the truth, Lin Yao calmed down.

"In that case, your play is about to end, and my play has also ended. Next, the show continues."

The Weaver Girl laughed softly, and her laughter gradually became crazy, and the whole bridal chamber began to shake.

"What? Are you still hesitating?"

Those strange guests have begun to tear Lin Yao's clothes.

The heart-wrenching pain continued to attack his nerves.

"Does it hurt?" Lin Yao suddenly felt a chill.

He looked up and saw that the Weaver Girl, who was originally lying on the wedding bed, had come to him.

If it weren't for those cracks, the beautiful face would be the most beautiful face Lin Yao had ever seen.

The strange guests surrounded the two of them, their faces revealing extremely excited expressions.

The Weaver Girl's hand gently stroked Lin Yao's face.

It was like she was comforting him like a fellow Taoist priest.

Lin Yao remained silent, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the affection in his eyes was like rippling spring water.

He raised his hand and stroked her face like the Weaver Girl.

The touch from his fingertips made Lin Yao realize that those cracks really existed on his skin.

"Does it hurt?"

The same words came out of Lin Yao's mouth, causing Zhinu to pause.

Afterwards, her wedding dress moved without wind, and all the red candles in the wedding hall turned dark green.

The guests no longer smiled and knelt on the ground, writhing in pain.

The human skins on the embroidery threads appeared behind the Weaver Girl, staring at Lin Yao quietly.

The originally festive bridal chamber now looked like a Shura hell.

"Does it hurt? Oh, it's been a hundred years. I've been trapped here for hundreds of years, and every day I have to keep company with these things. They can be reincarnated after death, but I will continue to be used by the cowherd. At the beginning, I thought he was a beast, but now I suddenly understand him."

The Weaver Girl stretched out her other hand to remove the silk from her face. She was not as scary as imagined, and her eyes were as beautiful as stars.

She held Lin Yao's face and gently wiped away the cold sweat.

"So I trapped them here, forever, just as they trapped me."

"Some of these people behind me are as smart and calm as you, while others can't wait to spend the wedding night with me the moment they enter the bridal chamber. But when they face death, they all terrifiedly beg for forgiveness. I suddenly discovered that this feeling of making even the most abstinent lose control delights me."

As Zhinu spoke, her fingertips slid downwards. With every glimpse, the pain in Lin Yao's chest became more severe.

"I watched them fall into depravity and break their own boundaries in front of me."

At this time, he could no longer utter any words and could only let the Weaver Girl manipulate him like a puppet.

"But you are special. Even now you are still thinking of ways to escape."

The Weaver Girl wiped the blood from the corner of Lin Yao's mouth with her fingertips and gently smeared it on his lips. She leaned against Lin Yao and whispered in his ear.

"am I pretty?"

Lin Yao wanted to speak, but could only spit out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, the Weaver Girl laughed out loud, her body trembling wildly.

At this moment, she ignored the pride of being a goddess, and all she had left was the pleasure of toying with people's hearts.

"What a wonderful treasure."

The Weaver Girl tidied up Lin Yao's somewhat messy clothes.

However, the nostalgia on this man's face made her feel very uncomfortable.

Isn't he afraid of death?
A look of doubt flashed across his face, and Lin Yao slowly moved his body, with a fishy and sweet taste constantly rising in his throat.

He stood up and looked at the Weaver Girl quietly.

"I have one wish before I die."

"You said."

Lin Yao looked at Zhinu's puzzled face and said, "I have never been married."

Hearing these words, Zhinu read the taste of desire from his heart.

She did not doubt that Lin Yao was lying to her. This predicament was something she had created by borrowing the rules of the Inn of Rebirth.

All lies are invalid here.

"Mortals can't escape these things, but since you've played with me for so long, I'll grant this wish."

The Weaver Girl stood up and waved her hand gently, the wedding hall returned to normal, and the guests and the human skin disappeared.

The two stood in the middle of the hall and kowtowed three times like a newlywed couple.

After doing all this, Lin Yao no longer had the strength to support his body and lay on the ground.

The Weaver Girl played with the wine glass in her hand, drank it all in one gulp, and came to Lin Yao.

Kiss him on the lips.

The cold wine had a hint of sweetness.

His consciousness gradually faded, and Lin Yao seemed to have sensed that death was approaching.

The Weaver Girl lay on top of him and whispered in his ear, "My little lord, don't worry, I will take good care of your skin."

Lin Yao suddenly laughed, and the laughter made Zhinu stunned.

He also spoke softly: "You shouldn't have lent me Zhiming."

(End of this chapter)