"Hey, I just watched this show today, it seems that no one came to the bride's house." Someone asked a question.

"Yes." Everyone glanced around the venue, but didn't notice it just now, but now it's true.

"Why is there no one from the bride's house?" Everyone looked at each other.

The person who was originally talking hotly was also eating and staying silent at this moment. It seems that this also involves his blind spot in knowledge.

Only the old lady sitting next to Yun Qingying secretly pulled Yun Qingying's sleeve, leaned into her ear, and said mysteriously: "I see, the bride is not necessarily a human being, she is a vixen, very evil!" She pressed her lips down, shook her head while saying, as if she was serious.

"What do you mean?" Although Yun Qingying knew it, she was also very surprised. How did such an old lady see it?

"You don't know that I am from the next village. There were monsters who used to harm people, but they turned into beautiful women." The old lady recalled the horror scene back then, but she couldn't help but feel scared. "The back mountain has long been abandoned, and it is buried on it. Who is the normal person who went back to collect folks? Not to mention a delicate little girl like this!"

Yun Qingying cooperated and smiled and echoed: "You are right." She looked at the bride and knew that she was transformed by a fox, but she did not have the evil aura that harmed people.

The old lady was very satisfied, as if she had seen through everything long ago.

After the wedding, the groom symbolically gave a few glasses of wine and left the banquet.

"This kid is really impatient!" someone joked.

"That's not it! On the first day of his wedding, his beautiful wife was waiting for him in the room. Who is not in a hurry?" Someone drank too much and didn't even keep the door in his mouth.

Everyone laughed.

The groom blushed slightly, waved his hand and left the venue.

The banquet continued, and everyone talked to themselves. From time to time, someone said a few words about the bride and groom being really a perfect match.

About half an hour later, someone suddenly ran over from the backyard in panic, his voice trembling, "Not good! Nothing good!"

The owner of the house changed his face and shouted angrily, "Do you know what you are talking about on a big happy day?"

The man was trembling and didn't know whether he should say it.

"Young Master, Young Master..." He hesitated for a long time, but he didn't say anything.

The others on the field were also staring at each other and attracted by the abnormal movements here. For a moment, the lively venue became silent, and it was up to what the person said.

"Young Master is dead!" He whined and fell down on his knees. "When I went, I was gone!"

"What?" The owner of the family didn't breathe and almost fainted on the spot. Fortunately, someone quickly supported him, "What's wrong with me?"

"The young master hangs himself on the beam of the house!"

This is the clearest statement.

The guests in the hall fell into a strange silence, and those who had been drinking for half a week also woke up instantly. Their faces were not very good-looking. Everyone who came to have a wedding banquet hoped to be able to get some joy, but suddenly something like this happened, and everyone was just two words: bad luck.

Immediately, a guest with an average relationship with the host proposed to leave. One person was like this, and the other guests stood up and said goodbye. There were only a few guests left, and Yun Qingying was one of them.

The old lady also got up and was about to leave. Before leaving, she looked at Yun Qingying, "Little girl, aren't you leaving?"

"It's okay. I still have so many dishes to finish." Yun Qingying pointed to the food in the bowl. Although there were no delicacies in the mountains, each one was pure green and natural and pollution-free, which she liked quite a bit.

The old lady shook her head and left with a sigh.

Yun Qingying followed the owner into the backyard. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the originally smiling groom hanging on the beam of the room, his face was blue and purple, his eyes were protruding, and his tongue was stretched out. A gust of wind blew, and his already stiff body was floating around the beam of the room, making a squeaking sound.

The plants and trees in the yard were also crooked, and several water tanks were split into pieces. It seemed that they had just experienced a big battle.

The groom's mother was still wearing festive clothes and immediately cried to the ground, howling: "My son--"

The owner of the family was so angry that his face turned pale. He turned his eyes away and no longer wanted to see the tragic situation in front of him. He immediately ordered someone to call the police.

At this time, the groom's sister pulled the bride's hair out of another room. Her originally tied bun had been scattered halfway, and her face looked helpless, and from time to time, a few lines of tears flowed down her cheeks.

"It was she who killed my brother! I've long discovered that something was wrong with you!" She looked particularly angry, her face turned red, and she exerted a little force in her hand, and the bride's face became even more painful, but she still defended quietly, "Sister, I don't..."

"Don't you? Is there anyone else in my brother's wedding night besides being with you?" Cheng Zhitao pushed her to the ground, angry so much that he couldn't extricate himself. "Wait, I've long seen that you are not a human! But the demon transformed from a fairy!"

The bride didn't dare to look at her eyes, and she felt a little guilty, "I'm not..."

"You still dare to argue?! I found the master, and the master will know at a glance!"

After saying this, several guests who left late stopped, and couldn't help but want to see what kind of monster the bride was.

"A bride is a monster?"

"It seems like this, but I don't look like it at all. How could she work in a big company if she was a monster?"

"That's not necessarily true. You see, didn't her parents come?"

Everything said.

The owner of the family kept watching and not talking, as if he had agreed to her rude and rude behavior.

As he said that, an old Taoist priest wearing a white Taoist robe walked in from outside the door and bowed respectfully to everyone, "The old Taoist is disturbing."

"Don't say so much! Come and see what she is!" Cheng Zhitao obviously didn't have the patience.

The old Taoist priest had a fairy-like posture. He paused step by step, stroked his gray beard and said, "This is not difficult."

Since the bride saw the Taoist priest coming in, she had shrunk to the ground and shivered. At this moment, he approached, and was even more panicked and at a loss.

The old Taoist priest took out a porcelain white bottle from his arms and poured it downwards to her face. The bride subconsciously covered her face and said in pain: "No!"

Cheng Zhitao curled his lips, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

The old Taoist priest touched his beard and looked confident. "In a moment, this fairy will show her original appearance."

After about half a minute, Cheng Zhitao's face did not change at all.

The old Taoist priest was a little calm and couldn't hold back, "Wait a minute."

Three more minutes passed, and the bride raised her head from the ground, and she was still the same as before, without any change.

The old Taoist priest looked panicked.


Chapter completed!