At the sound of Han Qianqian's words, he was already the first to walk towards the village, and even though the others had their own thoughts, they could only obediently follow Han Qianqian inside.
Although the village was simple, it was not small at all. Almost everywhere in the village were thatched houses made of earth, the outermost layer of which was covered with something like cow dung to stabilise the walls, while the unique colours made the simple houses look extremely distinctive.
Because they are so humble, the houses naturally have little in the way of so-called decoration.
They are both largely the same as in the Middle Kingdom, but with some details that are not quite the same.
The villages are full of roads, but they are also not roads, so it is easy to get lost in them.
However, as the place was not particularly large, and there were noisy voices leading the way, as well as coins scattered on the ground from the previous funeral processions, the group arrived at the centre of the village within a few moments after a few backward turns.
In the centre, there is a relatively large house.
The decoration was not very different from the other thatched huts, except that it was much larger, and there were some strange carvings on the door strings.
These carvings, with textures clearly not seen in the Middle Kingdom, are somewhat beautiful and at the same time somewhat bizarre.
In front of the door of the big house was an incomparably huge clearing, which was at that moment almost full of people, sitting on the ground, laughing and talking to each other, or dancing in a strange way.
And in the middle of the crowd, the coffin on which the corpse bride was riding, was placed directly there, and on either side, red and white people stood on either side.
As the breeze blew, the paper flew on the ground, adding a bit of eeriness to the already somewhat desolate village.
In contrast to the shock of Han Qianqian and the others, the people in the village seemed unconcerned about it, still laughing and singing and dancing.
"Fuck, is it possible that the living man in the coffin is having sex with the woman in the palanquin?" Knife Twelve stopped beside Han Qianqian at this point and asked in a soft voice.
"No way?" Mo Yang frowned.
"Some things are indeed unbelievable, and this is not without merit, what Knife Twelve said." Liu Fang nodded.
"That's impossible." Han Qianqian softly uttered, "It is not strange that the bride is a dead corpse, but a living person in a coffin, what should we say about this?"
Han Qianqian's words instantly left Dagger Twelve and Liu Fang speechless.
"Can it be that the groom refuses to do it? So, these people came hard and put them inside the coffin?" Wang Simin said.
As soon as she said this, she suddenly and inexplicably blushed.
She suddenly remembered that when she first met Han Qianqian, didn't her father use this kind of tactic to forcefully kidnap Han Qianqian? The only difference was that she was alive.
"If you refuse to do it, just tie it up, what is the point of putting it in a coffin more than once?" Jiang Hu Bai Xiao Sheng shook his head and said.
"Yes, and to go to the trouble of carrying the coffin out for a round, and scattering meditation paper, and what for, do they think the groom is not dying fast enough?" Zhong Beihai also nodded.
"Then maybe they just want the groom to die, and bury him early." Knife Twelve still felt that although his opinion was faulty, it could also be right.
"If you want the groom to die, it's only right that it's at least after the event, and obviously not at this point, when the person is tossed to death." Du Shengsheng also looked at Han Qianqian at this point and expressed his opinion.
Han Qianqian nodded, yes, while it was true that the views of Dagger Twelve and Liu Fang were the most likely, the details denied the existence of these in every way.
However, almost at that moment, an old man suddenly stepped out of the house.
He was followed by dozens of old men who were not luxuriously dressed, but who were already neat and clean and generous in atmosphere compared to the villagers.
"The auspicious time has arrived!"
The old man in the lead slightly drank, and then, with a slight lift of his hand, a strange scene occurred ......