Chapter 107 You Will Marry Me Today (1)

The deafening sound of the suona woke Wen Chan up.

She felt her body shaking, as if someone was carrying her.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a sea of ​​red. She seemed to be wearing a red veil.

He reached out and pulled it off, and found himself sitting in a sedan chair, holding a glowing red lantern in his hand.

Outside, there were sounds of gongs, drums, and suona, and the matchmaker’s auspicious words came one after another, but it didn’t sound festive at all.

There were no congratulations or cheers, as if everything was just going through the motions.

She gently lifted the curtain of the sedan chair and glanced at the situation outside.

It was now dark, with dark clouds blocking the moon. Only the red lanterns held by the wedding procession emitted a faint light.

Getting married at night doesn’t seem like a good sign at all.

What’s more, the group of people welcoming the bride all kept their heads down and didn’t dare to look around. Even the matchmaker looked nervous and restrained.

They were dressed simply, all in ancient costumes.

At this time, the group of people were carrying her up the mountain.

Wen Chan let down the curtain and gained some understanding of this copy.

It’s the ancient practice of wedding sacrifices, right?
“cicada.”

Suddenly, the matchmaker’s voice was heard outside the sedan chair, and Wen Chan listened quietly.

“After you go around Yinshan Mountain, you will be the bride of the Well God. You will live in the Well Temple from now on. Once you enter the Well Temple, you must say nice things to the Well God and ask him to bless our Qingshan Village with good weather and good harvests!”

Wen Chan said nothing.

The matchmaker didn’t expect her to respond.

She muttered to herself outside in a daze, “I hope everything goes well tonight and I can complete the circle safely.”

Wen Chan listened to her voice and clicked on her watch.

Unexpectedly, a lot of information was given this time.

[Immersive script-killing, all-female version:

Your identity: Outsider Wen Chan.

It has been more than a month since you fled from the famine to the village. It is also the village’s annual wedding of the well god. You are an outsider and have not been in the village for a year. You will not be among the candidates for the well god’s bride for the time being, so please rest assured. 】

Wen Chan: “?”

She was originally very interested in this rare copy with a plot, but after reading a few lines, she found that the content was completely inconsistent with her.

Not only did she become the bride of the well god, she also sat in the bridal sedan.

Then look down.

[There are three outsiders and two locals, a total of five people. Do what you should do and find out the truth about marrying the well god.

Otherwise, after all the local households have been married off, it will be your turn——】

Wen Chan: “?”

No, buddy, is the last sentence a threat?
It’s her turn now!
What kind of crappy script is this?

Probably because of the immersive script, the group chat was not open this time, so I couldn’t see other people’s information.

“Is the bride this time really me?”

Wen Chan turned off the script and suddenly asked the matchmaker outside.

She clearly felt that even the music outside paused for two seconds.

It’s definitely not her!
She was tricked as soon as she came up.

The matchmaker smiled awkwardly, “You were chosen by the well god himself, how could it be false?”

Wen Chan: “But I’m not from Qingshan Village.”

“Ahahaha… maybe the locals of Jingshen have had enough and like those from outside. Is that something new?”

The matchmaker changed the subject and said seriously, “You have been in our village for more than a month and have long since joined our village. Now you exclude yourself from the group. This really hurts the hearts of our villagers.”

Wen Chan said nothing. The matchmaker continued, “What’s wrong with marrying the well god? You will be the wife of our village’s god in the future! The well god is so powerful that he will guarantee that you will be able to give birth within a year. When you give birth to a son, the villagers will raise him. You don’t have to do anything, just be a bride. The villagers have arranged everything for you in the second half of your life. What else can you be dissatisfied with?”

Wen Chan: “…”

Okay, got it.

It’s the story of giving birth to a son again.

Wen Chan knew what kind of people were in this village without having to go behind them.

She thought for a moment and changed the subject, “Does the well god really exist? I haven’t seen him in over a month since I came here.”

The matchmaker was stunned for a moment, and immediately cursed: “He is a god! How can a small person like you see him?”

“Why would you marry me to Him if I can’t see Him? How can I give birth to His children if I can’t see Him after I marry Him?”

“You…” The matchmaker didn’t know how to respond for a moment.

“That’s enough. We are almost at the top of the mountain. Be quiet.”

The person leading the way in front suddenly spoke.

The surrounding musical instruments stopped, the matchmaker shut her mouth, no one dared to speak, and even their breathing slowed down.

After walking for about five minutes, the sedan stopped.

Wen Chan was just about to lift the curtain to see what was happening outside when a frightened voice was heard quietly outside.

“Here it comes…the messenger of God is coming!”

The matchmaker hurriedly taught her, “In a little while, the messenger will take you to the messenger’s house and help you get rid of all the worldly things. After that, they will send you back. Then we will go down the mountain and send you to the well temple. From now on, that will be your home. Remember, don’t anger them.”

Wen Chan found it a little funny. “The house of the God’s messenger is on the mountain? But the temple where the well god lives is at the foot of the mountain? How come? The God’s messenger is more noble than the well god?”

“Stop talking!” the matchmaker scolded.

After a moment, a pole extended from outside the sedan chair.

Wen Chan thought about it, put on the veil, held the red lantern in one hand, held the pole with the other, and slowly got out of the sedan chair.

Everyone around him lowered his head and trembled, as if he would die at any time if he raised his head.

Through the gap in the veil, she could clearly see the so-called messengers of God, who were two men wearing green-faced, fang-toothed masks and dark red clothes that looked like wedding attire.

They led her with a stick and made her follow them.

Wen Chan thought about her mission to find out the truth about marrying the well god, so she followed them obediently.

It was rare to see a woman who didn’t cry or make a fuss, which surprised the two gods’ messengers. They couldn’t help but look at her twice more.

Not long after, Wen Chan was taken into a small wooden house. The two men asked her to sit on the only bed in the house and then left the room.

There were two people outside the door making some noises, and I didn’t know what they were doing.

Not long after, one of them came in.

After coming in, he couldn’t wait to start taking off his clothes.

“What does this mean?” Wen Chan, under the veil, curled her lips slightly, her smile meaningless.

The man did not hide it, “Check the goods for the well god!”

After saying that, he pounced towards Wen Chan.

Wen Chan lifted the veil, dodged sideways, grabbed the other person’s hair with her backhand, pressed his head and slammed it against the wall next to her.

“what!!”

The messenger of God screamed. He had a mask on his face, and this time, he was not only hurt by the wall, but also by the mask.

Because Wen Chan used too much force, the mask broke from the messenger’s face and scratched his face.

Blood was streaking down his face.

The incident happened so suddenly that he hadn’t even reacted yet. He just felt dizzy and saw stars.

“Hey? Isn’t this Wang Daniu from the village? When did you become a divine messenger?”

Wen Chan slammed his head against the wall again.

(End of this chapter)