The Heroine Fell Deeply For Her [Quick Transmigration] 229p2

Chapter 229: What’s This About Marrying First and Loving Later? 14(2)

After a while, the wooden door opened, and a tall figure in a red veil stood behind it, supported by the reluctant wedding attendant.

The joyful music resumed as she appeared, the melody sounding cheerful.

A glimmer of hope appeared in Liang Chun and Yan Wenruo’s eyes.

However, they were disappointed. Tao Ning, who had effortlessly killed Chu Que countless times and escaped from the villagers, didn’t suddenly draw her sword, massacre the entire village, and leave with a flick of her sleeve.

Instead, under everyone’s gaze, she lifted one foot and stepped over the threshold, followed by the other, standing still outside the door.

The wedding dress had been hastily altered at the waist, but the length couldn’t be changed. The hastily made red embroidered shoes were exposed beneath the skirt, a pair of mandarin ducks embroidered on the tips.

The tall figure, covered by the veil, raised her hands to her abdomen, dignified and elegant. Urged by the wedding attendant, she stepped onto the red cloth laid out by the villagers, walking towards the exquisite and heavy bridal sedan chair step by step.

“Enter the sedan chair—”

Tao Ning lowered her eyes slightly, seeing only a fixed chair inside the sedan chair, its back showing countless scuff marks from being tied to it.

If Tao Ning resisted, she would be tied to the chair inside the sedan chair, her movements restricted.

But her current situation wasn’t much better. Tao Ning’s hands, clasped in front of her, were tied.

As she moved, many people saw her bound hands beneath her wide sleeves, then the wedding attendant smoothed her sleeves, covering her hands and wrists again.

Liang Chun and the others watched as Tao Ning sat inside the sedan chair. Lin Lu, unaware of Tao Ning’s abilities, even knowing that she had grown up in Lingxiu Village, still showed a look of pity.

She was so young, yet willing to sacrifice herself because she had never had enough food or nice clothes.

The person holding the sedan chair curtain lowered it, hiding the figure inside.

Upon closer inspection, the curtain wasn’t embroidered with delicate patterns, but a large, unknown design, embroidered with gold thread, looking luxurious.

“Lift the sedan chair—”

Following the village chief’s command, the band went first, the sedan chair bearers lifting the sedan chair together and following the band up the mountain.

The sun set, and the sky completely darkened.

The three tourists at the back of the procession subconsciously felt tense in the darkness, wanting to find their lanterns, then remembering that today was the Mountain God Festival, there would be no white fog, and the villagers wouldn’t turn into Wandering Ghosts.

Even so, the tension in their hearts remained, unconsciously huddling together, sandwiching Liang Chun in the middle.

Liang Chun, about to become a human sandwich: “…” Forget it, what could she do but go along with it?

The villagers held torches high, the firelight connecting into a line, the path up the mountain like a fire dragon, snaking forward in the darkness.

It was a rare occasion, once a year, when they could go out without lanterns, and everyone was very excited.

The journey up the mountain was long, the path steep, but with the villagers leading the way, it was slightly better.

They didn’t know how long they had been walking, the music still playing without stopping, and the band didn’t seem to have changed members, the same group playing continuously, as if they had iron lungs.

The more they walked, the more apparent it became to the tourists that most of the villagers around them weren’t alive.

Tao Ning sat steadily in the sedan chair, listening to the music outside. She reached out and lifted the curtain on one side.

A heavily made-up, thin and withered face appeared at the window, staring intently at Tao Ning, and snapped, “What are you doing?”

Tao Ning held up two fingers: “Move, or I’ll poke your eyes.”

Without even counting down, she reached out and poked at the wedding attendant’s eyes. Even living corpses needed eyes to see, and there was no way to recover lost eyes.

It was said that bullies were afraid of the crazy ones, and Tao Ning, about to die in the Mountain God’s mouth, was understandably fearless.

But the wedding attendant still had a long time to live, and arguing with Tao Ning would only be to her own detriment.

With unprecedented speed, the wedding attendant quickly dodged: “…”

Failing to scare her a second time, she reluctantly moved aside, revealing the mountain path outside.

She didn’t doubt Tao Ning’s willingness to act on her words.

“This is the first time I’ve been carried up the mountain, it seems there are some benefits to being the Mountain God’s bride,” Tao Ning said, taking in the scenery outside.

Hearing this, the wedding attendant looked at Tao Ning as if she were a fool.

But Tao Ning had already lowered the curtain, looking down and moving her wrists. Xuan Miao, crawling out of her sleeve, kicked the rope binding Tao Ning’s hands onto the floor.

Tao Ning rubbed the marks left by the rope: “It actually hurts a bit.”

“It hurts after just a while? I’ll be quicker next time, so delicate,” Xuan Miao said, but she leaned over to look at Tao Ning’s wrists, having regained some energy.

These past few days, she had been drowsy, sleeping more than she was awake.

Now, even untying the rope was tiring, and she didn’t have the strength to erase the marks.

She reached out and gently touched Tao Ning’s wrists.

Tao Ning pulled up her sleeve, revealing the red marks: “There’s a next time? When is next time, will you personally tie me up? Where, is it on the bed…”

She couldn’t finish the last word, stopped by the Ghost King doll’s harmless glare.

Tao Ning turned serious, promising, “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine, I’ll definitely get your core back for you.”

Xuan Miao plopped down on Tao Ning’s lap, like a queen ascending the throne, her chin slightly raised: “With me here, you’ll definitely be fine.”

Good, although still a bit muddle-headed, she still had the demeanor of a Ghost King.

The procession finally stopped. Yan Wenruo felt like her legs weren’t her own, unable to imagine how anyone could survive if they had to climb this mountain for seven days.

Their legs would probably hurt so much they couldn’t walk, standing still and waiting for the Wandering Ghosts to eat them. Yan Wenruo panted, secretly vowing to exercise more after returning.

Liang Chun and Lin Lu were fine. One was a veteran player, the other a hiking enthusiast. This distance only made them feel a little tired, but they still had stamina.

The bridal sedan chair was placed in front of the familiar bamboo forest. Everyone dispersed, only the village chief remaining, saying something seriously towards the depths of the bamboo forest, then prostrating himself on the ground, not getting up for a long time.

The villagers followed suit, prostrating themselves on the ground, as if waiting for someone’s approval.

Only Tao Ning in the sedan chair remained seated calmly. She said to Xuan Miao in her arms, “No wonder everyone is afraid to go into the depths of the bamboo forest. It took so many years for me to discover your existence.”

So the village chief was putting on a show, creating the illusion that the Mountain God was in the depths of the bamboo forest.

Although there was indeed a Mountain God in the depths of the bamboo forest, it was the real Mountain God, not the man-eating fake one.

Faced with this outcome, Xuan Miao didn’t know what to think.

A gust of wind blew from the depths of the bamboo forest, as if granting permission. The village chief and the villagers were overjoyed, thanking the Mountain God repeatedly.

The wind stirred the red curtains of the sedan chair, and Tao Ning’s hand paused, her eyes darkening.

Since the ritual was complete, the villagers dispersed. After they left, the Mountain God would naturally come out to welcome her bride.

The exquisite sedan chair was left in place. The next day, villagers would come up the mountain to retrieve it and reuse it next year.

The tourists finally had a chance to catch their breath, but they had to go down the mountain again, waiting until after midnight to log out of the game world.

Yan Wenruo dragged her legs, following the villagers down the mountain, still having to stay alert and survive tonight. Before descending, she looked back.

Just one glance, and her eyes widened.

The bridal sedan chair she saw was very different from the one she had seen just now, although it was still exquisite and beautiful.

But this time, Yan Wenruo could see a black fog surrounding the sedan chair, a thick black fog almost engulfing it completely, making it hard to see clearly.

Yan Wenruo rubbed her eyes and looked again, seemingly hearing cries carried by the wind, the source seemingly coming from the sedan chair.

Someone pulled her arm. It was Liang Chun, calling her to go down the mountain. Yan Wenruo hesitated several times, wanting to say something, but in the end, she followed down the mountain.

They were all hanging by a thread, what could she do?

The crowd dispersed. After an unknown amount of time, a strange wind blew again, the atmosphere suddenly changing, becoming even more silent.

Tao Ning pulled off her veil, her eyes fixed on the swaying curtain.

Something was coming.