Just when Nalanhong and I were staring at each other, we thought that the red hijab would fall off instantly. In my mind, I even began to outline the true face of the bride. Maybe her face is still as peach blossoms, maybe under the red hijab,

She is still a withered skeleton, maybe she is just a woman with ordinary appearance, maybe...

But her red hijab was not pulled off by me. My hand stopped in mid-air and did not move. There was an icy coldness and tearing pain on my wrist, as if it was clamped by iron pliers. My body trembled,

Little by little, I moved my perspective.

My wrist was grabbed by her. This she was not Nalan Hong, but the ancient tomb bride who had been immortal for thousands of years. She grabbed my wrist with her long, snow-white palms and made me unable to move. Her strength

It was so big that I couldn't break free at all, like a solidified statue. Her long nails dug into the flesh of my wrist, and drops of hot blood dripped down.

The bone-chilling cold instantly froze my body, and I didn’t dare to move. Nalanhong’s eyes widened in fear and he couldn’t say a word. It’s not that we are timid, but that we are facing this bride.

I really don't know what to do with the sudden changes.

At this time, an elegant, delicate and tender voice came out from under the red hijab. The bride actually spoke. She spit out a short piece of Manchu. Although I couldn't understand the pronunciation, I felt it was very familiar. She seemed to be calling someone.

name.

"Shu... Shuerhaqi, she is calling Shuerhaqi!" Nalanhong stammered and translated for me.

Shuerhaqi? She shouldn’t think that I am Shuerhaqi, right? How could I be Shuerhaqi? Is it true that as the Yin Yang Sage said, I am related to the Hai family by blood, so she mistakenly thought that I was Shuerhaqi?

Erhaqi? Could it be that the husband she sat in the embroidery room and waited for hundreds of years was Shuerhaqi?

"Eldest... eldest sister... is not... grandma... my grandma... you... you have recognized the wrong person. I am not your Shuerhaqi. Can you let go of me first?"

She didn't seem to understand the words at all and refused to let go of her hand. Her long and lingering call still came from the red hijab. "Shurhaqi...Shurhaqi...Shurhaqi..."

"Xiaolan, think of a way! Damn... I'm still a young man, and my Meihui is still waiting for me at the door. You can't help but watch me and your ancestor enter the bridal chamber, right?"

I was so panicked that I urged him with random words without any explanation.

Nalanhong finally came to his senses and rushed over, grabbed the bride's hand and squeezed it hard, but her hands were like cold iron pliers and still wouldn't let go. The pain made me break out in a cold sweat.

Ancestors bless! Ancestors bless! My Triton ring finger! Yes, yes, my Triton ring finger is a sacred object that is invulnerable to all evil! I thought to myself, and quickly took the Triton ring finger from my neck with the other hand.

I took it off. The Haidongqing ring finger was scalding hot, and the heroic soaring sacred bird carved in the ring finger had sharp eyes.

Maybe it was the searing heat of the Haidongqing finger that melted her coldness little by little. I could clearly feel that her hands were no longer cold, and she slowly let go of my wrist.

"I'm going!" I hurriedly turned around and took several steps back.
Chapter completed!