Chapter 274

Wang Quan crossed his legs in the unshakable bridal sedan chair.

"So they're trying to capture me?"

Then, he suddenly realized, "That's not right! Isn't this the bride they're capturing? I'm a man in a bridal sedan chair? How is this reasonable! "

He punched the roof of the sedan chair.

Boom!

As the air exploded, his hand was smashed into pieces. His arm was twisted and deformed, and his wrist was crushed.

The wooden roof of the sedan chair remained unchanged.

"Ah?"

Wang Quan was stunned for a moment. After the black and red mist healed his arm and hand, he injected 50% of his strength into his left hand and punched the curtain in front of him!

The result was the same as before.

It was not exactly the same. At least his arm was not broken. It was just that his fist scratched the skin, and his hand was fractured and dislocated.

Wang Quan: "…"

He looked at the back of his left hand that was recovering. He felt like he was dreaming.

Was there a problem somewhere?

He injected 50% of Little Missy's strength into this punch!

In Luo Xiao's world, this was equivalent to an attack from a natural state!

Was this sedan chair this powerful?

Wang Quan had no choice but to sit back down.

He would wait and see. Things would eventually sort themselves out. At most, he would just beg for mercy.

Speaking of which, why did these guys want to capture him?

Was it because he was handsome?

Wang Quan accepted this answer.

To be honest, it was true.

Although he wasn't the kind of handsome that was "absolutely tragic", he was the kind of handsome that looked more and more pleasing to the eye.

Therefore, he was the standard lady-killer.

Abbreviated: Middle-aged Women's Friend.

The main thing was that he had thick eyebrows and a high nose bridge. His eyes weren't small either. He looked mature, gentle, and reliable.

The aunties all felt that this kind of person was a reliable boyfriend for their daughters.

Wang Quan crossed his legs and the corners of his mouth curled up.

Then he would go and see what tricks they were playing.

…

After swaying for an hour, the sedan chair finally stopped and landed on the ground.

The curtains of the door were lifted. Four women in red were facing Wang Quan, seemingly inviting him in.

The veil covered the upper half of their faces, so Wang Quan couldn't see their eyes.

However, when they twisted their necks to 180 degrees, it was still very intimidating.

That's right, their backs were facing Wang Quan, but their faces were facing Wang Quan.

After getting out of the sedan chair, Wang Quan was very calm. "Lead the way."

The sound of a suona suddenly rang in his ears, giving Wang Quan a fright.

He saw the four women in red floating in front of him. With a flick of their hands, a Gyroscopic Sutra was unfurled and came down from above his head.

Wang Quan was shocked. He wanted to dodge, but he couldn't do so no matter how hard he tried.

Being wrapped in the Gyroscopic Sutra, he wanted to struggle, but he found that he couldn't summon the strength of the lady in his body no matter what.

The Gyroscopic Sutra became tighter and tighter.

In a few breaths' time, Wang Quan's vision went black, and he lost consciousness.

When he regained consciousness, he found that he was lying in a small, pitch-black space.

Instinctively, he wanted to take out his mobile phone to light himself up, but he felt that something was wrong with his clothes.

It didn't feel like the fabric of a suit, but a silkier material. His elbows didn't feel as tight as a shirt, but rather loose.

Fortunately, he still found his mobile phone in his pocket.

When he took out his mobile phone, he frowned.

The clothes he was wearing … seemed to be ancient?

He took out his mobile phone and opened the Mirror app.

With the light, he could clearly see his current appearance.

His hair had inexplicably become waist-length black, and it was tied into a bun with a wooden hairpin.

He was wearing a red wedding dress.

Wang Quan looked around. It was painted black, and the space was rectangular and extremely narrow. Moreover, he was lying down.

Wang Quan immediately understood where he was.

He was in a coffin.

Hiss —

This change in style was a bit too fast …

A few nights ago, he was still happily killing monsters. Tonight, all he encountered were flesh and blood monsters and bald rock donkeys. In the end, he changed his style and started playing the same kind of domestic horror games?

Wang Quan lay down peacefully and saw where they were taking him.

The main reason was that his power had been cut off and he couldn't use it. If this coffin was the same as the sedan, it would belong to the category of "indestructible in-game models".

He probably couldn't handle it now.

Moreover, his power was cut off because of this coffin.

It was better to conserve his energy and wait until he reached the destination before going on a killing spree.

He closed his eyes and began to communicate with the power of Little Missy in his body.

After an unknown amount of time, he felt the coffin stop. Then, a crack appeared on the coffin.

Wang Quan immediately opened the coffin and stood up.

Then, he froze.

Opposite him were a dozen or so women in red.

They were dressed in bright red palace dresses, and their fingers were crossed with black nail polish. They wore silver ornaments on their heads, and a red tasseled scarf was draped over their faces, revealing only half of their faces below their noses.

In the middle of them were four women carrying a red sedan. The sedan was covered with a red curtain, and Wang Quan could vaguely see a pair of red embroidered shoes under the curtain.

He was in a group with black scarves over their faces and white linen clothes.

There were also a dozen or so people, and six of them in the middle were carrying a black coffin.

Wang Quan just happened to open the coffin and get up.

"Red and White Collision?"

He had seen Uncle Ying's movie before.

The scene he was seeing now was exactly the same as the one in the movie.

The Red and White Collision would charge at people and not at the road.

As the saying goes, once the tune is played, the cloth is covered, and the whole village, young and old, is waiting for the dishes.

Those who walked and those who carried the coffin were lifted, followed by a sea of white.

When the coffin was lifted and buried, relatives and friends began to cry.

He didn't know the specifics. In any case, it was very cruel and treacherous.

But now, it seemed different.

In short, after the two sides met, accompanied by the mournful sound of suona and the strange rhythm of gongs and drums, the red and white teams carried the coffin and the bridal sedan chair into the thick fog.

When the thick fog dissipated, he didn't know how much time had passed. It could have been only a moment, or it could have been half an hour.

There was a faint fragrance lingering at the tip of Wang Quan's nose.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself in the hall of an old house.

There was no one else in the lobby. Only two figures stood on the green bricks crisscrossed with ravines.

One was Wang Quan himself, and the other was the woman beside him.

In front of him was an altar with three thin incense sticks burning.

There were also two scarlet ink-colored memorial tablets on the altar.

One of the memorial tablets was empty.

On the other tablet, it was Wang Quan's name!

Wang Quan suddenly turned his head and stared at the person standing beside him.

Her waist-length black hair was bound on top of her head by a golden phoenix crown dotted with jadeite, and a necklace of the Heavenly Palace protected her slender neck. She wore a red satin robe embroidered with golden patterns, and a golden tasseled waistcoat. Her exposed slender white wrist was wrapped with silver. She wore red pants and a red skirt, and a pair of red embroidered shoes on her feet.

Seeing the man looking at her, her porcelain-like pale cheeks, behind the red silk cloth that covered her eyes, could vaguely see his reflection in her pitch-black pupils that were suffused with blood-red light.

Wang Quan's gaze stopped on her blood-red lips.

That woman suddenly raised her hand to pinch Wang Quan's chin, and her dark red thin lips slowly approached.

"Life and death are bound together, a promise made to you."

A gentle voice whispered in his ear.

Wang Quan vaguely felt that this voice was a little familiar, but it did not seem to be the same person as the voice that always appeared in the past.

But before he could react, and before he could really kiss this bride, the small courtyard door was suddenly kicked open.

"Boss! Are you alright?! Old Fang and I are here to save you! Big … Ah? "

The two people who came in were stunned, as if wondering if they had come to the wrong place?

Wang Quan's face darkened as he waved his hand to ask them to get out. "This f * cking atmosphere is just right! What are you two doing here? "

Turning around, his expression became gentle again.

Lifting the bride's cold hand to pinch his chin, Wang Quan said gently, "Come, let's continue."

Ghost Bride: "…"