Chapter 17 The Paper Bride

Qin Jian, who was running in front, stopped abruptly. Then his scalp went numb. The other sedan should have been behind them. How could it have returned to the courtyard before them?

His first reaction was that a ghost had come for him. The sedan in front of him... was a ghost!

"It's us!" someone shouted loudly.

Qin Jian was shocked. The person speaking in front of him was wearing a paper head, but the voice was Chen Xiaomeng.

The sedan that rushed out stopped right in front of them.

Then, as Chen Xiaomeng took off the paper head, the other three sedan carriers also took off their paper heads, revealing their original faces.

Hao Shuai, Jiang Fugui, and Shi Liaozhi, with his messy yellow hair.

Together with Chen Xiaomeng, the four of them stared at them with a very strange and unfathomable gaze, making them feel uneasy.

It was as if they had a lot to say, but they didn't know how to express it.

Worried about a trick, Qin Jian kept his mouth shut.

Turning around and running away now would be foolish. The best choice was to wait and see.

He had already been targeted. Being alone meant certain death. Finding refuge in the crowd was the only chance for survival.

Chen Qiang and You Qi behind him were the same.

In this silent standoff, Qin Jian vaguely felt that something was wrong, but before he could think about it, he saw An Xuan beside him also taking off his paper head.

"What are you doing here?" He stared at them and asked bluntly, "How did you get ahead of us?"

According to the rehearsed route, the second group should have returned only after the first group returned. They needed to make an extra loop, and the journey was longer than that of the first group.

It was obvious that the others hadn't figured this out either.

Chen Xiaomeng's expression changed slightly, but she still said in as calm a tone as possible, "After you left just now, the door of this courtyard was locked."

Hearing this, An Xuan's pupils moved.

"We only managed to break out just now." Staring into An Xuan's eyes, Chen Xiaomeng continued.

"What?!"

It was You Qi who exclaimed. This burly man was not much bolder than Qin Jian. Hearing this, he was so frightened that his hands trembled.

That belated fear was truly terrifying.

Recalling the scene of the two groups carrying the sedan and acting, he kept swallowing hard, which was his way of relieving tension.

A figure with a red veil covering her head walked out of the opposite sedan. After picking up the veil, it was Zuo Qing, who played the bride.

The moment she stepped out of the sedan, it was as if she had activated a certain program. An Xuan, Qin Jian, and the others' eyes trembled, and in the next second, they almost simultaneously let go.

The carrying poles on their shoulders slipped, causing the sedan they were carrying to lose its balance. With a "thump," it slammed to the ground, swayed a few times, and finally became still.

In the next second, the few people scattered like rabbits. When they looked at the sedan they had carried back, their eyes had changed.

Great fear lingered in their eyes, as if about to explode.

Not long ago, they had exchanged positions with that group of unknown sedans. Their sedan had been carried away, and they...

Their throats rolled violently. They had carried back the other party's sedan!

According to the original script, Zuo Qing should have been in their sedan now, but Zuo Qing... was standing in front of them now.

Cold sweat dripped down Qin Jian's forehead. He suddenly realized where the previous strange feeling came from: it was this sedan they had carried back!

This sedan was much lighter than before. Although it still had weight, it seemed to only have the weight of the sedan itself.

Moreover... no matter how much they bumped it, or even dropped the sedan in the chaos just now, there was no sound coming from inside.

The thing inside... was like it was dead.

Just when everyone was guessing whether it was empty inside, suddenly a gust of wind blew, lifting a corner of the curtain in front of the sedan. Through this little gap, the few people finally saw the scene inside the sedan.

The fatty was stunned for a moment, and then his whole body began to tremble. Qin Jian, who was closest, even staggered back several steps.

The qi and blood in his chest surged, and he couldn't control it.

Sitting in the sedan was actually a paper figure with curved eyebrows and painted cheeks...

A female paper figure.

The paper figure was wearing a wedding dress, and the veil on her head had been blown off by the wind. Her hands were gently placed on her knees, and what contrasted strongly with this was her sinister face.

The face made of white paper was devoid of any blood color, her eyebrows and eyes were charming, the corners of her mouth were raised, and the red cinnabar on her forehead seemed to bring the paper figure to life.

It was like... she was smiling at everyone.

The fog on the lake had basically dissipated, and the bright moonlight poured down. The blood-red sedan was standing alone in the open space, giving people the feeling not of a wedding sedan, but of a blood-red coffin.

"Tang Shirou... was taken away by Young Master Huang." Chen Qiang said, staring at the paper figure in the sedan.