And almost at this time, Ning Yue and the others saw that the situation on Dao Twelve's side was not right, and hearing his words, they couldn't help frowning.

Could it be that the bride fell to her death? !

Thinking of this, a few people headed by Ningyue rushed over in a hurry, and then inspected the bride under Dao Twelve's terrified eyes.

When Ning Yue just put her hand on the pulse of the new year, she suddenly turned pale with shock.

And Wang Simin quickly put the bride's head in his arms, but when he saw that Ningyue's eyes were wrong, he suddenly noticed something...

At this time, at an unknown time, there was a gentle breeze blowing past.

In the prestige area, the hijab was slightly raised.

A strange smell suddenly passed into everyone's nose...

The smell of rouge, mixed with some rotten taste!

Ning Yue was the closest, and almost subconsciously looked down at the source of the stench, lifted her hijab, and an extremely pale face that had even started to rot instantly appeared straight in front of her.

Seeing Ningyue like this, Wang Simin was taken aback for a moment, lowered his eyes, and threw the bride in front of him in fright!

It was a corpse that was basically whitish and smelly. Although it was dressed up with all kinds of rouge, not only could it not cover the almost rotten body parts at all, but it also made the corpse's face look abnormally ferocious.

It seemed that because of a fall and being hugged slightly by Wang Simin, his body was squeezed under pressure, and maggots gushed out of his mouth continuously...

"Well!"

Wang Simin suddenly covered her mouth, turned aside, and vomited continuously.

Ning Yue and Dao Twelve were not much better, their faces were extremely ugly, and their bodies retreated subconsciously.

Not only them, but even Han Sanqian at this time couldn't help being both shocked and disgusted!

Who would have imagined that it was supposed to be a beautiful bride dressed up, but under the beautiful phoenix crown and Xiayi was a rotten and smelly corpse...

"How did this happen?" Jiang Hu Bai Xiaosheng almost felt his stomach churning continuously, and murmured in shock.

Han Sanqian also frowned, feeling chills down his spine for a while, and with the sudden high pitch of the suona, he felt even more eerie for a while.

But at this moment, bursts of extremely joyous high-pitched suonas also sounded, and there was a little smell of burning incense in the air!

Then, several pieces of broken paper floated by.

At some point, the funeral procession behind the village entrance suddenly appeared above the village entrance.

As the coffin-bearers in white clothes with hemp ropes, black long hats, and ghost papers arrived, the extremely joyous suona sounds in their ranks also became louder.

With the appearance of Joy, the mourning team in white and black hats slowly approached at this time, and quickly entered the procession of welcoming relatives.

All of a sudden, dirge and joy songs were played in unison, and those who greeted relatives and mourners were mixed together.

Coffin, Xijiao!

Ming paper, safflower!

Red clothes, white hemp!

The strong and vivid two, the contrast between the extremes of each other, unexpectedly came together at this time. JrNovels.com