Talking about archeology, your Kowloon coffin tattoo was exposed

Huo Jilin slowly opened his eyes and opened Wang Kaixuan's hand, and the happy expression on his face had not yet dissipated.

Hu Bayi couldn't hide his question: "Brother Huo, what are you thinking?"

Huo Jilin looked at the group of corpses on both sides who were still playing musical instruments, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile: "The silver bottle burst through the water slurry, and the iron cavalry stood out with the sound of swords and guns. At the end of the song, watch out for the drawing, the four strings sound like cracked silk! Play well!"

Hearing Huo Jilin's words, several people were instantly stunned.

Wang Kaixuan's face twitched a few times: "Huo Ye, I heard it right, do you still have time to enjoy music?"

Shirley Yang swallowed her saliva: "Fatty, you heard it right."

Hu Bayi smiled: "Brother Huo is really, he has always been so calm." "

Oh, the music stopped.

"Knock!" the drummer

beat a drum and shouted in a majestic voice, "The hour is up!" "Knock! "Knock!"

The drummer beat two more drums, and the musicians on the left and right shouted in unison: "Half-July!

This time, three drums sounded, and the drummer and musician shouted in unison: "The bride has arrived, the good day is good, don't lose the good time!"

After speaking, the group of dry corpses turned their heads to Huo Jilin and his party. ,

Huo Jilin seemed to see that the drummer who was the leader had a cold glint in his eyes.

At this moment, a thick white mist rushed towards the face, enveloping a group of people in this white mist.

In this white mist, there is a strong smell of sandalwood, which makes people a little dizzy.

The white mist came and went quickly, but after a while, the white mist dissipated.

Wang Kaixuan's hand waved under his nose: "Phew, what a smell! It makes me dizzy!"

But at this time, Wang Kaixuan found that everyone was there, but Shirley Yang was missing.

In the next second, Wang Kaixuan looked at the ground and immediately found Shirley Yang who didn't know when he fell to the ground.

Wang Kaixuan panicked for a moment, and immediately squatted down and began to shake

Shirley Yang:

"Shirley Yang, what's wrong! What's wrong

with you! Wake up!" "Hey! You won't wake up again! I and Lao Hu Ke will take you with you!" "Don't

scare us! Get up quickly!"

Hu Bayi also felt in his heart Extremely anxious, he took Shirley Yang from Wang Kaixuan's hand: "Shirley Yang, what's wrong with you

!" "Knock! knock!"

At this time, the drums in the tomb sounded again, one after another, and compared with just now, it was even more shocking.

The music on both sides also sounded, and the fingers of the musicians were picking up quickly.

If you say, the sound of the music just now is like a heavenly sound, making people feel like they are in the middle of a drinking party in the prosperous era.

The sound of the music this time is like putting people in the middle of a battlefield.

The sound of pipa and suona is like the neighing of war horses.

It almost punctured the eardrums of several people.

The drummer shouted excitedly from above:

"Marry the bride in the middle of July!" "Relatives and friends are crying!"

"The good day is here! The good time is coming!

When the drummer finished shouting, he struck the drum three more times.

Wang Kaixuan blocked his ears, and the facial features of his whole face shrank together: "What the hell is this! Why do you have to cry when you get married!" Huo

Jilin's face was cold, and his thin lips opened slightly: "Seven and a half months, crying and breaking my bowels, Wangxiangtai, Nai He Bridge, this is not an ordinary wedding, it is a wedding between the living and the dead."

Hu Bayi looked at Shirley Yang, whose face began to turn purple in his arms, and was obviously a little flustered: "Secret marriage?"

Huo Jilin nodded.

Wang Kaixuan shuddered and pointed at Shirley Yang: "Could it be... Shirley Yang let this ghost be caught and married?" At

this moment, a puff of white smoke spread from the door of the tomb all the way to the altar, and where the white smoke overflowed, clusters of bright red mandala flowers bloomed, covering the entire tomb all the way.

At the entrance of the tomb, a puff of white smoke blew up, blocking everyone's view.

A child's soft and glutinous voice sounded:

"Increase the light of the Hongju case, and become the good of Fengyi." "

Bride~Shirley Yang enters the room~"

After the child's voice disappeared in the tomb, the white smoke disappeared with it.

In the place where the white smoke had just risen, a bride in a gorgeous wedding dress and a matchmaker with a clumsy figure dressed in coarse linen and a blue felt hat on her head suddenly appeared.

Although the matchmaker only had a little dried skin left on her face, she still slapped two bright red blushes on her face.

The hand that the bride put in the matchmaker's hand was no different from ordinary people, except for being a little whiter.

Looking at her dress again, she was dressed in a black and red robe, with a belt full of jewels and jade tied around her waist, and a fist-sized golden butterfly inlaid in the middle.

Judging by the style, it is no different from the one found in the tomb of Da Ji, except that this butterfly is decorated with black gems.

A string of golden bells hangs from under the bride's feet, and with every step, there is a sound of "jingle ~ jingle ~ jingle ~". "

This bride is none other than Shirley Yang.

At this time, Shirley Yang was locked in this wedding dress and couldn't move.

Shirley Yang was about to open her mouth wide to call for help, but her lips were tightly wrapped around a thorn.

Not to mention opening your mouth, even if you move casually, your face will be poked with a bloody hole by the spikes on the thorns.

There was a sticky feeling on his hand that came into contact with the skin and flesh of the dried corpse, and it made Shirley Yang sick to his stomach.

Just as Shirley Yang wanted to retract her hand, the hand that was placed on the matchmaker's corpse seemed to merge with the corpse's hand, and she couldn't break free.

Shirley Yang only felt that her scalp was numb at the moment, and she kept chanting Huo Jilin's name.

Pray that Huo Jilin can save himself from fire and water as soon as possible.

"Knock, knock

, knock!" The

drummer shouted again,

"The bride has arrived, the yin qi has arrived, and the good fortune has arrived over

the brazier!"

As soon as the drummer's words fell, a paper brazier appeared in front of Shirley Young.

In the brazier, there were a few pieces of red paper cut into the shape of flames.

The matchmaker shouted in a high-pitched voice, "Bride, please step across the brazier."

Shirley Young's feet involuntarily lifted up and stepped over the brazier made of paper.

"Knock

, knock, knock!" The

drummer struck the drum three more times: "The bride kneels!"

Shirley Yang was almost pale at the moment, bloodless, and her hands and feet did not obey the call.

The matchmaker took Shirley Yang's hand: "Bride, kneel quickly."

Although Shirley Yang had already fallen into extreme fear, her legs were straight and refused to kneel.

The matchmaker saw that Shirley Yang refused to kneel, and a cloud of black gas instantly enveloped the matchmaker's face.

The matchmaker put a hand on Shirley Yang's shoulder and scolded in a sharper voice, "

Let you kneel to the king!" Why don't you kneel ?!!!

."