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"A bride paints a picture of an Emei, and every frown and smile enters my eyes."

"How can I forget my bride's red cheeks?" A strange voice filled with endless sorrow sounded out, and the wooden door opened with a creak.

I tightened my grip on the quilt, feeling as if my body was bound by something.

Then I half opened my eyes and felt a deep sense of exhaustion. I tried to speak and scream, but no matter how much I screamed, there was no sound coming out of my throat.

Suddenly, a pair of strong hands lifted me from my back.

In the dim light, I seemed to see a tall and handsome man wearing red clothes embroidered with large joy characters.

His eyes were warm, and he was smiling.

I lowered my head awkwardly, but didn't expect that I would be dressed in something that was extremely similar to that person's attire. It was bright red in color, like a wedding dress dripping with blood, with complicated and exquisite patterns embroidered on it.

I opened my mouth to speak, but the cold softness clamped it to my lips.

I started, then felt a light bite on my lower lip. I opened my mouth involuntarily, and a soft, cold tongue slipped into it.

This kiss was about to end his life.

When the kiss was over, and my eyes were still fixed on him for a few moments, I noticed that my hands were on his shoulders, and his hands were on my waist. The fabric was thin, so thin that I could feel the cool heat of the hands. He couldn't help but blush and lower his head, but he still couldn't help but peek at the man like a newly-wed bride.

The man in my line of sight was still as handsome as ever, but in an instant, the man in front of me suddenly had his eyes turn blood-red, his face as pale as paper, and his body emit a cold aura that was ten thousand times colder than before. The fingernails on his hands started to grow crazily, and I panicked.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on my bed, my head drenched with cold sweat.

After confirming that it was just a dream, I relaxed. Remembering the man in my dream, I was not shocked. Not only did I kiss an unfamiliar man, I even acted like I was a newly-wed girl. I felt really ashamed of myself.

At the beginning, I didn't think that the man would turn out to be like that. I was both guilty and afraid, on the one hand, it was because I was feeling guilty because of my boyfriend who was good to me — Yun Yife. When we were together, we had only held hands, and never acted as close to each other as we would in a dream.

On the other hand, the reason why I was afraid was because I had a feeling that this dream was not normal. The man I saw in the dream was not a human being.

However, it definitely wasn't a deity.

He wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and could already see the faint sunlight through the curtain. After calming down for a moment, he reached for the data cable that was used to recharge the cell phone beside his bed. After hesitating for a moment, he dialed his parents number.

My name is Ye Churan, and I am currently a medical student in my third year. According to my expertise, I should believe in science, these weird and disorderly things are all nonsense, but being born in a strange village, I have always kept my distance from the theories of ghosts and gods.

I was born in a small mountain village in Beichuan County, Shaanxi Province, where there are only 20 families, eating in the underworld. My family is the only exception. My grandfather was a peasant who grew up in the countryside and lived on land. When something bad happened in the village, he would help out, but he never asked for any compensation.

The villagers all eat in the underworld, so our village is called Bai Qi Village. The surrounding villages, regardless of its size, don't like to interact with people from our village. Usually, when we meet them on the road, we also take a detour, unless something happens in the other villages, otherwise, this village will be cut off from the rest of the world.

Due to being influenced by the villagers, I still knew a bit about ghosts and gods, just like my dream. I guessed that the man must have had something to do with the underworld. As for why he came to me, I don't understand either. Could it be that he had some unfulfilled desire while he was still alive? But why me? Judging from his attire, he seems to be from ancient times. After so many years, he didn't find anyone but me? This is too unscientific.

No, this was not something that science could explain.

After the phone rang a few times, it connected. I ignored the intimate parts of the dream and narrated every single detail of the entire dream.

After his parents finished listening, they were silent for a long time.

"It's all your fault, it's all your fault. If something were to happen to us, I'd divorce you." As I listened to my mother's crying, I was confused. I had a feeling that something big was going to happen.

Compared to my mother, my father was still relatively calm and did not say anything until the end. He only sighed and lamented, "Xiao Ran, don't be afraid. What's coming will come eventually. We've been out for so many years, it's about time. "I'll pick you up in the car tomorrow, pack up and we'll go back to the village."

I wanted to ask my father what was going on, but before I could say anything, the receiver buzzed. The sudden turn of events left me at a loss for words. My mind was full of questions that I couldn't answer, and I felt like I was going crazy.

He gave my dad a call, and the system told him that the other party had turned off their phone. I suddenly remembered that a few days ago, when I was shopping, a Daoist priest passed by and said:

Even if he were to live, he would still be worried. If he died, what would happen to him? It was hard to predict what would happen next. It was a disaster of blood!