Chapter 77

Listening to the mournful suona, Yuan Shitianzun placed the red veil for the bride over his head, and the practitioners present felt an indescribable sense of strangeness.

On one hand, it was unclear whether the core of his method was the red veil or the music-playing device in his waist pouch.

On the other hand, a boy, a red veil, and wedding music were just too bizarre.

This damn speaker, playing music regardless of the occasion, has stolen all my limelight, Zhang Yuanqing grumbled to himself, feeling dissatisfied as he put on the red veil.

"Experience the feeling of being a groom?" In Heng Xing Wuji's amber vertical pupils, a hint of mournful red was reflected, and he sneered with a strange expression: "So you want to be my bride? No way, I'm not interested in men."

Zhang Yuanqing ignored him, gathered his thoughts, and silently sensed the surroundings, waiting for the ghost bride to appear.

Seeing that his taunt received no response, Heng Xing Wuji's eyes flickered, and he suddenly stepped on the floor tiles, breaking them, and launched an attack without any sense of martial virtue.

He didn't know what this kid's method was, but any risk had to be nipped in the bud; giving the enemy time was equivalent to putting himself in danger.

"Zizi" Suddenly, amidst the high-pitched suona, there was a sound of static, as if the signal was being interfered with.

It's here. Zhang Yuanqing sensed a vast and mighty surge of yin energy from behind him, making the hair on his back stand up, yet he dared not turn around.

This feeling was too familiar. On that day at Jinshui Amusement Park, when the ghost bride appeared, he had the same experience.

The vast yin energy enveloped the villa, and the official practitioners present felt their souls tremble. What had he summoned?

In Heng Xing Wuji's field of vision, he saw a large expanse of dark, eerie mist surge behind the official Night Roaming God, bringing cold, eerie, and terrifying sensations. Faintly, a ghostly figure in a bright red wedding dress appeared behind the Night Roaming God.

Creak. Heng Xing Wuji's feet scraped against the ground, making a sharp sound as he braked, forcibly stopping his steps.

An indescribable fear exploded in his heart.

A terrifying, powerful, and irresistible ghost. He sensed the pressure of a high-level yin entity and, following his instincts, Heng Xing Wuji turned and ran without any hesitation.

He was a witch doctor, not an illusionist, and lacked the means to deal with spiritual entities.

Especially such a high-level existence.

Heng Xing Wuji rushed towards the door, but just as he took a step, he suddenly stopped. The door was gone, replaced by a vast expanse of dark yin mist.

In the yin mist, a strange figure in a red wedding dress appeared and disappeared.

Heng Xing Wuji's scalp tingled, and he turned and rushed towards the stairs.

However, a thick yin mist surged up the stairs, and amidst the swirling mist, a pair of delicate feet in red embroidered shoes were walking down step by step.

Despair surged in Heng Xing Wuji's eyes.

What is he doing? In the eyes of the official practitioners, Heng Xing Wuji seemed to be possessed, sometimes rushing towards the door, sometimes towards the windows, and sometimes towards the stairs.

But each time, he would retreat in terror. His ugly insect face was twisted with fear, and his amber vertical pupils were filled with unease.

Tang Guoqiang shivered violently, his limbs weak, and he struggled to move away from Zhang Yuanqing, fleeing in a panic.

Is this a ghost wall? Zhang Yuanqing slightly raised his head, using his limited field of vision to observe the frenzied Heng Xing Wuji, and immediately deduced that the ghost bride had used an illusion.

He was about to take the opportunity to strike and bleed Heng Xing Wuji, but suddenly found himself unable to move.

"What's going on? The notes didn't say the red veil would restrict movement." Zhang Yuanqing was both surprised and doubtful. Then, he felt something贴在了自己背后。

像一块寒冰，却有着异常的柔软。

磅礴的阴气汹涌而来，侵入体内，与他体内的太阴之力融合。

沉睡中的小逗比惊醒了，蜷缩着瑟瑟发抖，婴灵完全不知道发生了什么，一觉醒来，就感觉身处巨大的危险中。

终于，张元清发现自己能动了，他迈开了步伐，一步步缓慢地走向横行无忌。

但这一切并不受他控制。

是鬼新娘操纵了他的身体。

关雅、青藤、白龙、李东泽等人将目光从横行无忌身上移开，看向了缓慢行走的张元清。

不知是不是错觉，有那么一瞬间，他们看见元始身后，紧紧贴着一个穿红嫁衣的森然鬼影。

看着那道鬼影，众人心里发自内心的恐惧。

张元清行至横行无忌面前，目光透过红盖头下沿，瞥见一双苍白秀气的手从身手探出，抓起他的手。

刺骨的阴气汇聚到手心，张元清眼睁睁看着自己的手，皮肤转为青黑，手臂肌肉膨胀，缠绕着一根根漆黑血管。

五指延伸出尖锐乌黑的指甲。

那双苍白秀气的手，引导着这只鬼手，掐住了横行无忌的脖颈。

阴沉沉的雾气包围而来，四面八方都是穿着红嫁衣的鬼影，横行无忌惊惶地左顾右盼，他想逃，但没有生路，每个方向都有一位鬼影。

他心脏剧烈狂跳，肾上腺素飙升，但带来的不是勇气，而是极致的恐惧。

他的凶戾，暴躁，狠辣，果断，不知为何全部消失不见，唯一剩下的情绪是恐惧，是战栗。

横行无忌知道自己受到了某种影响，但绝望的是，你明知这不正常，却无法改变。

这时，四面八方的鬼影同时伸出手，艳红华美的嫁衣下，是一双青黑强壮，青筋缠绕的鬼手。

横行无忌退无可退，眼睁睁看着鬼手掐住了自己的喉咙，下一刻，冰凉的阴气侵入身体，迅速蔓延，生机迅速消逝。

张元清看着自己鬼爪之下的横行无忌，竖瞳里的光彩一点点黯淡，最后熄灭。

这尊高大丑陋的身躯里，灵魂快速破碎、消散。

呼，死了。张元清如释重负，到这一刻，他终于确定战斗结束，不会再有意外了。

不，没有，还有一条人首蛇身的怪物。他脑海里刚闪过这个念头，鬼新娘就控制着他转身，朝那条大蛇走去。

几乎在下一刻，大蛇凶睛时而涣散，时而狰狞，软绵的蛇躯不安、无力地扭动。

它也陷入了幻术中。

张元清如法炮制地掐住大蛇的脖颈，剥夺它的生命。

然而，张元清发现自己的行动并没有停止，鬼新娘也没有离开，而是操纵着他转身，朝向了官方行者们。

刚泛起喜悦情绪的官方行者，心里陡然一凛。

张元清察觉到抬着他胳膊的那双秀气苍白的手，小幅度地摆动了几下，在白龙、青藤和关雅之间陷入犹豫。

几秒后，她似乎做出了选择，操纵着张元清，一步步走向关雅。

“元，元始？”老司姬脸色煞白，惶恐地朝后挪动。

她要杀关雅？不，快停下来。张元清大急，但身体根本不受控制。

鬼新娘应该是有时效的，但道具里没有提示，张元清不知道她会存在多久，等鬼新娘时效到的话，关雅铁定已经凉了。

眼见关雅越来越近，张元清念头急转，忽然想出办法，他把“操纵”转嫁给了体内的小逗比。

身体里，小逗比终于承受不住压力，嚎啕大哭起来。

张元清因此获得了短暂的行动能力，当即抬起左手，拽下了盖在头顶的道具。

磅礴的阴气迅速退回虚空，鬼新娘无奈地回归了灵境。

而这时，他距离关雅只有五六步的距离。

张元清一屁股坐在地上，大口大口喘息，疲软的感觉重新涌上。

关雅汗水浸透了白衬衫，鬓发湿漉漉地贴着脸颊，胸腔一起一伏。

感受到可怕的阴气散去，官方行者们同时吐出一口气，又庆幸又喜悦，心说不愧是连续通关两个S级的夜游神，在新人阶段，就已经如此不凡。

一位木妖哆哆嗦嗦地从战术背包里取出药丸，道：“快服用解毒丸，虽然不能祛除毒素，但能缓解症状。”

“你能送过来吗？”

“我，我动不了。”

青藤队长秀眉紧蹙：“谁还能动？先去把楼上的道具收起来，现在只是咳嗽麻痹，但说不好待会儿我们就暴毙了。”

大肌霸踉踉跄跄地起身，打算上楼，但走了几步后，无力栽倒，失血过多昏迷了。

见状，张元清支撑起疲惫的身体，道：“我去吧。”

白龙松了口气，虚弱地笑道：“你真是个靠谱的男孩，不，男人。”

这句话，但凡你提前十几秒，鬼新娘就容不下你了。张元清心里嘀咕。

幕后指挥官李东泽提示道：

“应该在二楼靠大门方向，第二个或第三个房间，之前横行无忌一直在那个位置战斗，他应该在守着道具。”

张元清点点头，踉踉跄跄地登上楼梯。

众人目送着他消失在楼梯拐角，李东泽抬起腕表看了一眼，面露喜色，道：

“30分钟到了，结界已经散去，可以打电话请求支援了。”

在场的官方行者中，只有他讲究优雅，戴了一块表。

其余人看时间都是用手机，展开抓捕行动前，手机都调整成飞行模式了。

这时，客厅的大门被暴力踹开，十几名全副武装的官方行者鱼贯而入。

接着是穿白色西装，扎着短马尾的傅青阳，他身边跟着打扮随意松垮的灵钧。

支援队伍来了？李东泽等人又惊又喜。

灵钧的目光在几只殒命的蛊兽身上扫过，笑道：

“看来已经不需要我们了，钱公子，你手下的队长们战力不错啊。”

傅青阳看了一眼没有受伤的关雅，又看了看其他队长，冷峻的脸庞微微一松。