Of course, he can only think about escaping this marriage. After all, Shi Mei is still here, and he couldn't leave before him, no matter what he said.
It's just that this Master of Ceremonies Ghost is too fucking punctual, right?
Mo Ran's face turned blue, and his nose was scrunched. Who cares about all the wedding rituals. Why do you care if they use the bridal chamber or not? Moreover! Everyone is fucking dead! The body is stiff! How could they use the bridal chamber!!!
As for Chu Wanning's face at the moment, he didn't dare look at it, staring at the carpet and pretending to play dumb. Right now, he especially wanted to grab the Master of Ceremonies Ghost, who was hiding in some corner and scream at him— Fuck. You. You can do it! Show me your hole!!
The golden boy and girl surrounded the two and pushed them to the back hall.
There was a coffin, painted with bright red paint. It was huge, twice the size of an ordinary coffin, and looked exactly the same as the one that had been dug up before.
Chu Wanning hesitated for a moment, then he understood.
Mo Ran also immediately understood the Master of Ceremonies Ghost, instantly heaving a sigh of relief.
Of course, the dead can't do anything in the bridal chamber. The so-called bridal chamber should refer to being sealed in the same coffin and carried down to be buried together to complete the so-called "death in the same grave".
At this time, the golden boy and girl also confirmed their thoughts: "First, please invite the maiden into the bridal chamber."
Chu Wanning flicked his wide sleeve to the side and lay in it with a cold expression.
"Invite the groom into the bridal chamber."
Mo Ran blinked at the mouth of the coffin and saw that Chu Wanning had already occupied most of the space. Although the coffin was spacious, two large men lay in it so they were a bit squished. He lay in, inevitably pressing into Chu Wanning's wide hem, and was met with an angry glare from the other side.
The pair of golden boys and girls circled the coffin and sang the gloomy but vaguely longing song from before again.
"The water of the White Emperor, the waves are clear; the ghost mandarin ducks are greeted with flowers.
In the coffin, they lie in the same cave; before life, the intention is clear after death.
From now on, they will be together in the underworld, and the lonely souls will never leave each other."
After singing, the boy slowly pushed up the coffin lid. With a muffled bang, their surroundings were instantly dark.
Chu Wanning and Mo Ran were sealed in the coffin.
The coffin was extremely thick, and when he spoke in a low voice, no one outside could hear him. Chu Wanning raised his hand to set a sound-blocking barrier to ensure that the sound inside would not escape outside. After all that was done, the first thing he said was ——
"Move over, you're pressing into my arm."
Mo Ran: "…"
It seems like there are more important things going on than "pressing into your arm", right?
Despite his internal complaints, Mo Ran still moved aside.
"A little more, I can't stretch my legs out."
He moved again.
"Keep moving! Don't touch my face!"
Mo Ran was disgruntled: "Shizun, my whole body is already pressed against the coffin board, what else do you want?"
Chu Wanning finally huffed and stopped talking.
Mo Ran shrank into the corner for a while. Suddenly, he felt the coffin start to vibrate. The people outside lifted up the coffin, shaking it, and began to move slowly in an unknown direction. Mo Ran's ears perked up and he listened to the movement outside, thinking that Shi Mei should be trapped in a coffin with the Chen Yao family at this moment. He couldn't help but feel upset, but there was nothing he could do.
Chu Wanning's barrier was very powerful. The sound inside couldn't escape, but the sound outside couldn't get in. Through the coffin wood, he could hear the sound of firecrackers, suona horns and drums. Mo Ran asked: "These demons and ghosts really have this much spare time. Where are they going to carry the coffin?"
The coffin was very dark. They couldn't see each other's faces, only hear their voice: "Like the custom in Caidie Town, they should carry the coffin to the earth temple outside of town."
Mo Ran nodded, listening attentively, and said: "… Shizun, the sound of footsteps outside seems to be getting louder."
"Hundred ghosts will show up at night, and all the coffins will be carried over there together. If I'm right, the Master of Ceremonies Ghost will show up in front of the earth temple. He'll take 'goods' from every ghost couple."
Mo Ran asked: "There are so many coffins, hundreds of them, walking around town.No one else can find them?"
"They can't find them." Chu Wanning said. "The one carrying the coffin is the golden ghost boy and girl. The things on the ghosts make them invisible to ordinary people."
Mo Ran asked: "How do you know so much?"
Chu Wanning replied: "Just now in the wing, I used Tianwen to interrogate the golden ghost boy."
Mo Ran: "…"
After being speechless for a while, he asked again: "Then what happened with the red coffin dug up on the mountain before where Young Master Chen was? Why did the Chen family die one after another?"
Chu Wanning: "I don't know."
Mo Ran was a little surprised: "Golden Ghost Boy didn't tell you?"
Chu Wanning: "The golden ghost boy said it wasn't clear either."
Mo Ran again: "…"
After a moment of silence, Chu Wanning spoke up: "But I think that there's something the family hasn't told us."
"How so?"
"You have to remember that the thing worshipped in this earthen temple is evil. But in the end, it has attained an immortal body and needs to rely on human offerings in order to grow stronger by the day."
Mo Yan did not listen carefully to Chu Waning's lectures in his last life, so when he encountered some things later, he would always lack the necessary common sense. In this life, it was better to ask for advice humbly, so he asked: "What about its immortal body?"
"… What were you doing last month when we were talking about the difference between immortals, ghosts, gods and demons?"
Mo Ran thought to himself, this Venerable One is reborn; this Venerable One can't remember what he was doing during classes that happened 10 years ago! But all he really did was pick up his feet to read the cover of "Upstream of Nine Dragons and One Phoenix"; he was either staring at Shi Mei in a daze or staring at Chu Wanning's neck, secretly making gestures about how to cut off the man's head.
Chu Wanning said coldly: "Go back and copy the "Six Realms of Insight" ten times."
"… Uhh."
The cost of skipping was painful.
"The world's immortals are different from gods. Gods act freely, while immortals are all bound and intervene in mundane affairs. They must be thought of by people."
Mo Ran was astonished: "So the Chen family's murder case was only done because someone begged for it?"
Chu Wanning's voice seemed very frigid in the dark.
"I think that the ones who go begging for it are not necessarily the ones who are still alive."
Mo Ran opened his mouth but didn't have a chance to ask anything else. The golden children carrying the coffin probably came across a steep slope. The coffin shook and tilted to the right.
The sudden shaking, coupled with the smooth surface of the coffin, meant there was nowhere to grab onto. Mo Ran rolled over and crashed into the arms of his shizun.
"Uhh…"
Holding his painful nose, Mo Ran raised his head blankly, just trying to figure out the situation. A faint scent of begonia wafted into his nose. The scent was as light as the morning mist, and it was still tinged with some of the coolness of the night. The fragrance from the illusion had been strange, but this smell was sobering and refreshing.
Mo Ran froze, and then suddenly stiffened.
He was all too familiar with the scent of this flower. It was the scent of Chu Wanning, and for Mo Ran, this scent was always entangled with desire.
In an instant, a certain deep-rooted evil thought appeared liked a thunderstorm brought on by a forest fire, and with a bang, it rushed into his head.