Eternal Gate

Chapter 211: Dark marriage

"Mother-in-law, sorry."

Qing Yao whispered softly, she could not fix her body and leave it alone, watching the old woman pay homage to the child, crying tears, it was really pitiful, how did this mother come here after the child has been dead for so long.

"Mother-in-law, I really like it."

The old woman finally wiped away her tears, and when she saw Qing Yao again, she became gloomy.

It was an honorific speech that fell in the ears of the old woman, but it was the daughter-in-law calling her mother-in-law.

Qing Yao was watched again with a breeze, because the old woman looked at her eyes, really strange, obviously very gloomy, but hidden in doting, obviously doting, but it makes people feel trembling.

"It's getting late, let's start!"

The humpbacked old woman gave a faint smile and made a seal with one hand.

Suddenly, between the two tombs, a stone gate opened straight through the ground, and all the way down, there is an underground palace below. From a distance, you can see two sarcophagi, one on the left and one on the right. The one lying in the coffin should belong to the old woman. My child, there are two graves from the outside, but they are connected from the bottom.

"Come on, girl, mother-in-law will dress up with you."

The old woman put down Qing Yao, put Qing Yao in front of the dressing table, took a shabby comb, and gently combed Qing Yao's hair. No matter where she looked from it, she was an amiable old man who was trying to get married. The daughter is dressing up, the bride! The day of marriage must be the most beautiful.

The so-called spoiling hidden in the gloom is the mother-in-law to the daughter-in-law, just like her own daughter.

Qing Yao couldn't move, looked at herself in her glasses, and the two eyes began to turn up and down.

marriage?

Is this going to get married in the grave?

So far, this silly girl still doesn't know where to follow? Thought you were going to marry Zhao Yun?

"My mother-in-law did it herself, but I still like it."

The old woman smiled and put on a bright wedding gown for Qing Yao.

"Hi... I like it."

Qing Yaoyu opened her mouth slightly, feeling more weird, and this scene was weird.

When she looked at herself in the mirror again, she was in a daze, with a silly smile.

The wedding dress, for a woman, is a dream that is true and imaginary. Putting on this dream, no matter where you are, the mountain of sword or the sea of fire, **** or heaven, it is the most beautiful one.

She didn't understand, but Zhao Yun knew it well.

This is a dead end, not to mention that the Moon God is in retreat, and even if he is awake, there is nothing he can do.

"Little guy, it's you."

The old woman walked up with a smile, still holding a groom's clothing in her hands.

Her spoiling for Qingyao is the same for Zhao Yun. Qingyao is her daughter-in-law, and Zhao Yun is his son-in-law and half son. There is no need to do too much, just go with her daughter.

Zhao Yun was also picked up. His disheveled hair was smoothly combed, and the stubble around his mouth was shaved clean. Even if he was married, he was also a groom, but he couldn't be so sloppy.

This is him, wearing a groom's clothes for the second time.

Naturally, the old woman didn't know, if she knew, she would definitely slap Zhao Yun.

In the eyes of the old woman, even if her daughter has been buried for many years, she cannot be a concubine.

"My daughter is called Punch Talk, and she is a very beautiful girl."

The old woman smiled, as if talking to herself, as if she was saying to Zhao Yun, in these few moments, there was no trace of gloom in her eyes and her expression, and she wandered alone in the memory of the past.

Zhao Yun said nothing, and couldn't tell whether it was hatred or pity.

This late mother is quite devilish in thoughts and grief. Maybe she has done a lot of evil things, or she has suffered a lot of sins. She is a hateful person, but also a poor person.

"No, it's a secret marriage."

Qing Yao finally responded with a voice.

No one married in the grave, this is obviously a wedding between the living and the dead.

She was the one who misunderstood what the old woman said.

She is a bride, nor is Zhao Yun a bridegroom. One is married and the other is married, but not a couple. Their home will be a coffin, and their bride and groom are in the coffin.

"Why, you don't want to?"

The old woman's doting air was sullen.

Qing Yao didn't answer, the ghost is willing, how can you be like this.

"Don't be afraid, it will be well soon."

The old woman dispersed and became a spoiler again. With a hand, she pushed aside the coffin.

In the coffin, her son was buried. Xu Shi has been too old and has become a pile of dead bones.

"Senior, you can't do this."

Qing Yao said, the honorifics are no longer mother-in-law, but seniors.

It doesn't matter if you say mother-in-law, you really want to marry her to someone who has been buried for a long time.

In the dark marriage, the first time to be a bride, it was such a bridge.

Qing Yao is messed up. If the bridegroom is Zhao Yun, even if he gets married in the grave... she would like it.

Unfortunately, Zhao Yun's bride is not her.

"Hey, don't be afraid, get down and live your life well."

The old woman was really stunned. She gently placed Qing Yao in the coffin, and before closing the coffin, she stroked Qing Yao's cheek lightly, stroking her daughter-in-law as a mother-in-law.

Don't say, this little girl is more pleasing to the eye as she looks at her, and she deserves her son.

After Qing Yao was released, it was Zhao Yun.

Different from the first coffin, this second coffin is not a pile of dead bones. The body of the old woman’s daughter is extremely intact, like a frozen beauty, lifelike. Looking at the corner of her eyes, it seems that she has never been dried. There is still a trace of tears between the eyebrows on the back.

"I didn't lie to you! Isn't it beautiful?"

The old woman smiled and said to Zhao Yun, the look of her daughter is full of maternal tenderness.

Indeed, her daughter is beautiful.

At least, it is definitely not Ya Qingyao.

Putting Zhao Yun there, sharing the same bed in the coffin, the two of them looked like good match at first glance.

"Treat my daughter well."

The old woman smiled and pushed the lid of the coffin gently.

"Mother-in-law, you can't do this."

Compared to Zhao Yun's silence, the coffin next to him was very restless.

Since being placed in the coffin, Qing Yao's mouth hasn't stopped, but she didn't think about marrying like this.

"Open, drive me."

Zhao Yun was silent on the surface, but roared in his heart, a roar from his soul.

The revenge has not been reported, his mother has not been found, and his wife has not yet awakened. He cannot die here. Even if it is a dead end, he will not sit and wait for death. Possible.

The old woman was already sitting on the altar, chanting a mantra, throwing paper money in one hand.

This old predecessor is the one who left the door, throwing paper money, and chanting with mantras. In front of the two coffins, red candles were lit, and there were strands of bright red silk blowing in the dark wind, for his son and daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law. Condensed a rather dreamy bridal chamber.

Zhao Yun clearly felt that his essence was passing by.

This may be a process of implied marriage, in the process...gradually dying.

"Father, I want to go home."

Qing Yao cried, but she didn't know if she was scared or wronged.

boom!

When she fell silent, she heard a rumbling from the outside world.

Listen to the tone, it should be the tombstone of the grave, which was smashed by a palm.

"Ghost, let the old man find it easy."

There was a dark laugh, and the night was full.

But this dark smile fell in the ears of Qing Yao and Zhao Yun, like a straw for life.

Some people come to find the fault, whether it is good or bad, for them, it is a savior.

The enemy of the enemy is the friend.