Salted Fish Zombie

ndles burning bright yellow on hundreds of gold-carved candlesticks.

 

    The candle was getting shorter and shorter, burning red wax, as red as the blood on the bride’s forehead, which dripped into the red wedding dress when she raised her head.

 

    Somebody put on new thick red envelope, and another set, and another set.

 

    The non-stop light from the candles shone on the smiling faces of the villagers.
They stood there, looking at the bride kneeling on the ground in the center.
Every time the bride kowtowed a bloody head, a bright smile appeared on their faces.
Some laughed, and some even applauded.

 

    In the sound of “bang bang”, the players became more and more silent.

 

    When they came to this village, the people in this village were warm and hospitable, and every villager had a smile on their face.

 

    The villagers’ smile and laughter put the players at ease at first.

 

    At this moment, these laughters made them feel chills from the bottom of their hearts.

 

    They seem to love to laugh so much, why else would they smile at this situation?

 

    When the bride did not know how many people had kowtowed to in succession, she could no longer lift her head that had a heavy phoenix crown.

 

    Her forehead was pressed against the black floor, and the blackness of the floor absorbed the blood on her forehead.

 

    The cheers and laughter in the wedding hall also stopped and gradually became quiet.

 

    It seemed that there were no longer relatives who would line up and give her envelopes.
Just as the player was about to breathe a sigh of relief, two cars stop at the outside door, and six well-dressed people came down.

 

    The wedding hall resounded with warm applause and blessings.

 

    At the front was a man in his fifties, looking very gentle.
He walked up to the bride with a cane in his hand and put a thick red envelope into the copper basin.

 

    The bride, whose head was on the ground, was a little unconscious, but she heard the faint sound of red envelopes falling into the basin.
It was no longer light and fluffy, which gave her a little hope.

 

    With all her strength, she straightened up and kowtowed again.

 

    The man said gently: “Take it.”

 

    The bride was already very slow to react, and it took a while before she realized that the man asked her to hold the red envelope.

 

    She couldn’t think about why she had to hold the red envelope that he put it in the basin.

 

    She stretched out her trembling hand and took the obviously different red envelope into her hand.

 

    The host of the wedding bent down and said to her, “He’s the groom’s godfather.
What shall you call him?”

 

    The bride was in a trance, and her voice was low and weak, and she called the other: “Dad.”

 

    The middle-aged man smiled, and he reached out and touched the bride’s forehead.
He said in a warm voice: “Yes, good girl.”

 

    Feeling the warm temperature on her forehead, the bride had a sore nose for some reason, and wanted to cry without knowing why.

 

    She seemed to have regained her weak strength.
When a woman of about the same age as the man came up to give the red envelope, she kowtowed her head again, picked up the red envelope as well, and called “Mom” under the guidance of the host.

 

    The woman also responded to her, touching her face tenderly, “We will be a family from now on.”

 

    These six people were very gentle, and because of their tenderness, the bride who could not lift her head trembled and kowtowed six more times.

 

    After kowtowing to the sixth person for the last time, after four hours, she finally passed out.

 

    The moment she fainted, the oldest old lady in the wedding hall patted her leg, her face was wrinkled and trembling with excitement, and she opened her toothless mouth and laughed loudly: “She fainted! Great! The wedding is auspicious, and the marriage will definitely go well in the future!”

 

    There was happy laughter, blessings and applause, and the festive cheers echoed.

 

    Zhu Shuangshuang and the bridesmaid immediately went up to help the bride up.
Chen Qing glanced at Chen Tian and walked over.

 

    The bride was holding two thick red envelopes, which were darker than ordinary red envelopes.

 

    With the support of the two girls, a drop of blood from the bride’s forehead fell on it.

 

    Su Xiangsheng stared at the blood-red envelope and frowned fiercely.