I don't know which sentence touched the village head's nerves, sighed, and said in a nostalgic tone: "Speaking of which, this Miss Wu family is also a poor person. I think it was rushed and I only thought about it shortly before the sacrifice. Order a wedding dress."

"But the tailors in the village were in a hurry, and they just sent a semi-finished product to the lady to try on her figure."

"But after improvement, after a finished product was finally finished, the ceremony had already begun before sending it over. Miss Wu had no choice but to wear the semi-finished product and sit on the wedding sedan chair."

"This time... hey!" The village chief gritted his teeth, his eyes were half remorse and half anger, "Who would have thought that the truth would be like this, these scumbags who deserve to be killed a thousand times!"

Regarding the words of the village chief, the three of them thought he was farting, but the information revealed in it attracted Jiang Cheng's attention, and raised his brows, "You mean...Miss Wu's wedding dress is more than one?"

"Ah." The village head said subconsciously.

"Is the other finished wedding dress still available?" Jiang Cheng asked immediately.

Now the village head hesitated for a moment, then nodded uncertainly, "Should...should still be there, it's impossible for someone else to wear such a wedding dress, why, what do you think of this wedding dress..."

"Take me there now." Jiang Cheng said firmly.

Not long after, under the **** of the three people in Jiangcheng, the village chief took them to a remote house.

The owner of the yard was a hunchbacked old man, one eye seemed to be covered with a layer of white mist. After explaining his intention, the old man was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the people in Jiangcheng with strange eyes.

"Old Guo, what are you looking at? You didn't lead the way ahead, and missed a few masters. See if I will slap you!"

Don't think the village chief has a low eyebrow and a pleasing eye in front of the people in Jiangcheng, but in front of the villagers, he has a lot of official authority, and he can calm down the old Guotou with a single sentence.

Old Guotou took them into a room, which was obviously for work, and there were two tables, one large and one small.

There are scissors, rulers and other tools on the table, as well as fabrics of various materials and colors.

A bamboo basket hanging from a pole is stuffed with scraps left over from cutting.

Old Guotou didn't speak, and walked straight into the room with a gloomy face.

Open a cloth curtain, and there is a small room inside.

Not long after, old Guotou came out of the room, holding a wooden box in his hand, and put it on the table with a "boom".

The wooden box wasn't too big, but it looked very old. It must have been untouched for a long time, and there was a layer of dust on it.

Du Moyu was about to open the box in a hurry, but his wrist was suddenly grabbed by a big rough hand.

When he looked up, he was facing the eyes of old Guotou.

"What are you doing?" Du Moyu frowned.

Old Guo stared at him for a while, then said in a dull voice, "Before I open it, I have something to remind the masters."

"This wedding dress is not an ownerless item. It was left by the eldest lady of the Wu family, that is, the empress of Dahe who crossed the bottom of the river."

"She didn't have a chance to wear it during the sacrifice, so..." Old Guo paused, with a strange light in his eyes, "This is also a pity for Empress Dahe."

The fatty listened in a daze, feeling that there was something in the old man's words, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"Mr., you might as well speak up if you have something to say." Jiang Cheng raised his chin, which was quite polite.

Old Guotou took a deep breath, with a very serious expression, "This wedding dress represents the obsession of Empress Dahe, and it is ominous."

Old Guotou's expression was serious, it didn't look like he was joking, Du Moyu couldn't help swallowing, and his hand reaching for the box stopped in mid-air.

In the next second, Jiang Cheng took the box and opened it directly.

What came into view was a phoenix crown. The phoenix crown was exquisitely crafted and beautiful. There was no trace of time on it, as if it was made just yesterday.

Looking away, under the phoenix crown is a bright red wedding dress.

For some reason, Jiang Cheng couldn't take his eyes off the wedding dress when he saw it. He took out the wedding dress out of nowhere and shook it in the air. The exquisite wedding dress instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Satin embroidered on a red background, patterned with golden silk threads, wide sleeves, and narrow waist. Just looking at this wedding dress, one can imagine the enchanting figure of the woman wearing this dress.

Du Moyu's eyes flashed, he probably knew what Jiangcheng was going to do.

He wanted someone to put on this wedding dress, pretend to be Empress Dahe, and trick Yu Chengmu into opening the door.

The fat man was also thinking, but the questions he was thinking had nothing to do with Du Moyu. What the fat man thought was that if he could marry such a woman, the doctor would not only lose money, but also earn a lot of money.

In Fatty's calculations, in the final battle with the old president, Wu stood on the left of the doctor, and Empress Dahe stood on the right, which was a solid group.

There is also a pair of red embroidered shoes at the bottom of the box, which are exactly the same as the pair on the ghost bride's feet on the bus in Jiangcheng's memory.

After putting the wedding dress back into the box, Jiang Cheng picked up the box and nodded slightly to Lao Guotou, "Leave these things to me for safekeeping for the time being."

The village head was here, and Lao Guotou stopped talking, but looked at the people in Jiangcheng with sympathy.

After leaving, Jiangcheng asked the village head in detail on the road if there were any taboos about Mrs. Dahe coming tonight. The village chief pondered for a moment, then suddenly said: "There are not many taboos, mainly because of the letter, but what you said , I remembered, when Empress Dahe comes tonight, there will be a troupe of clappers playing, it is said that this song is very weird, you can't listen to it too much, it has a strange power that seduces the soul."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng frowned, "Mr. Yu, do they know about this?"

The village head nodded, "Of course I know, I have someone notify you this morning."

"Go get the sounder team in the village, we need them to do something." Jiang Cheng ordered, the plan for tonight must be foolproof.

The village chief was taken aback, and a bad premonition vaguely appeared in his heart, "You..."

"At midnight tonight, I need them to play a piece of music." Jiang Cheng was straightforward.

Unexpectedly, the village chief immediately vetoed it, "Impossible, masters, when something like this happens, at night...especially in the middle of the night, which of the villagers would dare to go out? No one would dare."

While talking, the village chief led them to a nearby thatched house, where some musical instruments were piled up in a mess, including drums with mottled surfaces, suona, erhu and the like.

Jiang Cheng can play the piano, and he went to the training class of the high-end group in the bar, but he really has limited understanding of folk music.

It's not that he doesn't like it, it's the customer's problem.

But before he could come up with a countermeasure~lightnovelpub.net~, he heard a high-pitched and piercing suona sound exploding in his ears, which came so suddenly that he was almost sent away.

Jiang Cheng turned his head, facing the blushing face of the fat man, with a few thick fingers walking above the suona hole with an extremely unreasonable flexibility, and the song "Hundred Birds Blowing to the Phoenix" is heartbroken.

Jiang Cheng was shocked that Fatty could do such a thing.

But before he could open his mouth, he heard the sound of the long string of the erhu again.

Du Moyu sat cross-legged on the ground and started the talent show.

"Three years of flute, five years of flute, an erhu that breaks the waist, a thousand-year pipa, ten thousand-year zither, a lock that can be played for a lifetime!" Du Moyu's expression was extremely devoted in his chanting, and he couldn't help sighing deeply, "One My liver and intestines are broken, where can I find a bosom friend at the end of the world.”

The village chief was also shocked when he saw this scene. He didn't expect the corpse hunter to be so versatile. At this level, he was much better than the two knives in the village's sounder team.

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