Chapter 108 You Will Marry Me Today (2)

Although the watch doesn’t give much plot, it is an immersive script after all. When Wen Chan sees other people’s faces, as long as he knows them, he will know their identities.

After all, she had “lived in this village for more than a month”, so it was normal for her to know some people.

This so-called messenger of God, beneath the mask, is none other than the village’s old bachelor Wang Daniu!

What kind of divine messenger? What kind of marrying the well god?

It’s either feudal superstition or the villagers are working together to deceive girls.

It’s an old trick.

I have seen people marrying mountain gods and river gods, so when did the well god appear?

It’s nothing more than that the mountain gods and river gods might really exist, but they didn’t dare to use them to cheat for fear of retribution, so they made up an insignificant well god.

It doesn’t offend the real God, and it sounds very intimidating.

For some ignorant people in the village, the word “God” has considerable prestige.

“You’re using this method to trick a little girl, right?”

Wen Chan pulled him and kicked open the door of the house, and the other person guarding outside was startled.

He had heard Wang Daniu’s screams just now, and was still hesitating whether to save him when the door was kicked open.

He swallowed hard and immediately shouted, “How dare you hit a messenger of God!”

“I’m going to turn you into shit today!”

Wen Chan picked up Wang Daniu in her hand and threw him at him.

The man was hit directly and fell to the ground, coughing several times due to being crushed.

Wen Chan picked up the stick that they had used to pull her and hit them hard.

Wen Chan’s defense would be broken every time he saw this kind of plot.

Every time it’s the little girl who gets hurt, it’s disgusting and uncomfortable.

Whenever this happened, she wished all the wretched men in the world would die.

She really doesn’t like this kind of plot!
This beating was somewhat personal.

But she resisted the urge to kill them.

We have to bring them back and let the other girls in the village see clearly what the so-called marrying the well god is!
Maybe there are other people in the village who know about this and are hiding it from each other.

Maybe it’s their turn today, and it’s the other two’s turn tomorrow.

The matchmaker said that the well spirit was very powerful and that she would be sure to get pregnant with a son within a month, and that the villagers would raise the baby after it was born.

It just sounds creepy.

Why are you willing to raise a child? Because you never know who the child belongs to in the village.

“Fuck you!”

Wen Chan became angrier and angrier, and kicked Wang Daniu in the vitals, causing him to fly out and hit the wall of the wooden house, fainting.

The other mask had been removed long ago, revealing the face of someone from the village. Wen Chan didn’t know his name, but he was definitely from the Lai Zi group in the village.

“I was wrong, I was wrong!! Please forgive me, I just did this this year, today is my first time, I will never do it again! Forgive me, please!”

He knelt on the ground, begging for mercy with a bruised face.

“And next time?”

“Unrepentant!”

Wen Chan kicked him out using the same method and left him to keep Wang Daniu company.

“It’s no use changing it!”

These bad habits can never be changed, and only death can make them honest.

Wen Chan endured it.

He still couldn’t help it and set the wooden house on fire.

If they wake up halfway, they will be lucky and will be useful to them when they return to the village.

He didn’t wake up halfway and was burned to death, which made her feel better.

After finishing all this, Wen Chan returned to the wedding procession carrying her lantern.

When the others saw her coming over so quickly and safely, they couldn’t help but look at her a few more times, even though they had originally lowered their heads.

Wen Chan got back into the sedan chair and said, “Let’s go down the mountain.”

The others didn’t move.

The matchmaker lifted the curtain and looked at her in surprise, “You…are ready so soon?”

Wen Chan raised her eyebrows and said with a half-smile: “Then how long do you think it will take for me to get better? Only when I am carried back by that damn messenger of God?”

Matchmaker: “…” It’s always been like this…

“Is there a fire over there?”

Someone outside exclaimed.

The matchmaker turned around quickly and saw that the messenger’s house was on fire.

“You…what did you do?” she shouted angrily, “Did you burn the messenger of God to death?”

“what happened?”

Wen Chan lazily leaned against the sedan chair, “I am already the bride of the Well God. How can He be so hard on me, his wife, just for his two subordinates?”

Matchmaker: “…”

“Son! My son!”

A middle-aged man suddenly rushed out from the wedding procession and stumbled towards that direction.

Others also wanted to put out the fire.

Wen Chan was surprised: “Isn’t he a divine messenger? Why would a country bumpkin call them son?”

Everyone: “…”

Many people raised their heads and glared at Wen Chan. There was some indescribable tacit understanding flowing among this group of people.

They seemed to have reached some kind of consensus at this moment and wanted to kill her.

Wen Chan’s face suddenly changed, and she placed the lantern in her arms under her head.

Late at night, the bride in red, her face pale under the candlelight, smiled eerily and spoke sinisterly.

“I won’t pretend anymore. I am actually a god too. I am your cicada god. I like to set fires when I am unhappy.”

“It’s dry, be careful~”

“…”

The midsummer night was unusually hot and humid, but Wen Chan’s tone frightened everyone into breaking out in cold sweats.

It actually…it actually feels a bit scary!

While they were still silent.

Wen Chan’s expression changed again, and he shouted coldly, “Hurry up! Get down the mountain! Whoever is slow, I’ll burn his house when I get back!”

Everyone: “…”

“She’s crazy.”

“Hey, another crazy one, send her away quickly.”

“Just throw it at the well temple. Wang Daniu has his father there, so it shouldn’t be a problem.”

They chattered on and on and all agreed that Wen Chan was crazy.

No one in their right mind would do what she just did.

He even thinks of himself as a god.

Crazy.

Wen Chan sighed and wanted to say something, but then decided to give up.

The sedan chair was lifted up again, and this time everyone carried her down the mountain in a hurry, without deliberately creating the same atmosphere as when they went up the mountain.

Although they are ignorant, they also know how to manipulate people’s psychology.

When going up the mountain, create a terrifying scene first to break down the bride’s psychological defenses and scare her into becoming powerless. Then won’t she be at the mercy of others?

Wen Chan knocked on the sedan chair expressionlessly and shouted to the outside: “Play the suona, I’m marrying a god today.”

Everyone: “…” This is crazy.

After a while, the sound of suona sounded again.

Wen Chan closed her eyes and rested in the sedan chair.

She wondered who had tricked her like this before she even realized it.

The script clearly stated that she would not be chosen, but she got into the bridal sedan anyway.

Who should have been chosen originally?

bang-

The sedan suddenly fell to the ground, startling Wen Chan so much that she came back to her senses immediately. Her butt was hit and it hurt.

“What are you doing…”

She was about to curse when the curtain of the sedan was lifted by a slender hand with distinct joints, and then a beautiful and curious face stretched out from outside.

(End of this chapter)