Chapter 1 Unknown

It's unclear what sentence touched the village chief's nerve, but he sighed and said in a nostalgic tone, "Speaking of which, this Miss Wu is also a pitiful person. Back then, everything happened so suddenly, and they only thought about ordering a wedding dress shortly before the sacrificial offering."

"But the village tailor rushed and rushed, and only sent a semi-finished product for the young lady to try on."

"But after improvement, finally a finished product was rushed out, but before it could be sent over, the ceremony had already begun, and Miss Wu had no choice but to wear that semi-finished product and get into the bridal sedan."

"This departure... alas!" The village chief gritted his teeth, his eyes half regretful and half angry. "Who would have thought that the truth would be like this? These damned scoundrels in the yin trade!"

The three treated the village chief's words as farting, but the information revealed attracted Jiang Cheng's attention. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "You mean... Miss Wu had more than one wedding dress?"

"Ah," the village chief said subconsciously.

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

This time the village chief hesitated for a moment, then nodded uncertainly. "It should... it should still be there, right? Such a wedding dress can't be worn by anyone else. Why, are you interested in this wedding dress..."

"Take me there now," Jiang Cheng said decisively.

Before long, under the escort of Jiang Cheng and the others, the village chief led them to a secluded house.

The owner of the yard was a hunchbacked old man with a layer of white mist in one eye. After explaining their purpose, the old man was stunned for a moment, then looked Jiang Cheng and the others up and down with a strange look in his eyes.

"Old Guo, what are you staring at? Hurry up and lead the way. If you delay these masters' business, see if I don't beat you!"

Although the village chief was docile in front of Jiang Cheng and the others, he had a lot of official authority in front of the villagers. One sentence suppressed Old Guo.

Old Guo led them to a room. It could be seen that this was a work room, with one large and one small table inside.

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

A bamboo basket hanging on a pillar was filled with leftover scraps after cutting.

Old Guo didn't say anything, his face gloomy, and he walked straight into the room.

He lifted a cloth curtain, and there was another small room inside.

Before long, Old Guo came out of the room, holding a wooden box in his hands, and placed it on the table with a "thump."

The wooden box was not big, but it looked very old. It should have been a long time since anyone had touched it, and it was covered in a layer of dust.

Du Moyu became anxious and was about to open the box, but his wrist was suddenly grabbed by a rough hand.

Looking up, he met Old Guo's eyes.

"What are you doing?" Du Moyu frowned.

Old Guo stared at him for a long time, and said in a muffled voice, "Before opening it, I have something to remind you masters."

"This wedding dress is not an unowned object. It belongs to Miss Wu, that is, the Dahe Niangniang (River Goddess) at the bottom of the Crossing River."

"She didn't have the opportunity to wear it when she was sacrificed, so..." Old Guo paused, a strange light flashing in his eyes, "This can be considered a regret of the Dahe Niangniang."

Fatty was confused and felt that the old man's words had a hidden meaning. "What exactly do you want to say?"

"Old sir, please speak frankly," Jiang Cheng said, raising his chin, still quite polite.

Old Guo took a deep breath, his expression very serious. "This wedding dress represents the Dahe Niangniang's obsession. Moving it is ominous."

Old Guo's expression was serious, and he didn't seem to be joking. Du Moyu couldn't help swallowing and stopped his hand in mid-air.

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

What caught his eye was a phoenix coronet, exquisitely crafted and beautiful, with no traces of time on it, as if it had just been made yesterday.

Shifting his gaze, under the phoenix coronet, was a bright red wedding dress.

For some reason, seeing this wedding dress, Jiang Cheng couldn't take his eyes off it. He took out the wedding dress almost subconsciously and shook it open in the air. The exquisite wedding dress instantly attracted everyone's attention.

The red satin was embroidered with golden silk threads, wide sleeves, and a narrow waist. Just looking at the wedding dress, one could imagine how enchanting the figure of the woman wearing this dress would be.

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

He wanted to find someone to wear this wedding dress, impersonate the Dahe Niangniang, and trick open Yu Chengmu's door.

Fatty was also thinking, but the problem he was thinking about was unrelated to Du Moyu. Fatty was thinking that being able to marry such a woman, the doctor would not only not lose out, but would actually make a fortune.

In Fatty's calculations, in the final battle with the old chairman, the doctor would have Wu on his left and Dahe Niangniang on his right, a stable victory.

At the bottom of the box, there was also a pair of red embroidered shoes, exactly the same as the pair on the ghost bride's feet on the bus in Jiang Cheng's memory.

After putting the wedding dress back in the box, Jiang Cheng picked up the box and nodded slightly to Old Guo. "These things will be kept in my custody for now."

The village chief was here, and Old Guo didn't say anything more, but the look in his eyes towards Jiang Cheng and the others was full of sympathy.

After leaving, Jiang Cheng asked the village chief in detail on the road about what taboos there were when the Dahe Niangniang came tonight. The village chief pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "There are not many taboos. The main thing is that letter, but now that you mention it, I remember that when the Dahe Niangniang comes tonight, there will be a band playing. It is said that the music is very strange, and you can't listen to it too much. It has the strange power to hook souls."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng frowned. "Do Mr. Yu and the others know about this?"

The village chief nodded. "Of course, I had someone notify them in the morning."

"Go find the village band and bring them here. We have something we need them to do," Jiang Cheng instructed. The plan for tonight must be foolproof.

The village chief was stunned, and a bad feeling vaguely surfaced in his heart. "You..."

"Tonight at the third watch, I need them to play a song," Jiang Cheng said directly.

Unexpectedly, the village chief immediately rejected, "Impossible, masters, with such a thing happening, at night... especially in the middle of the night, which villager dares to go out? No one dares."

As he spoke, the village chief led them to a nearby thatched hut. Inside the hut, some musical instruments were piled up in a mess, including drums with mottled surfaces, as well as suonas and erhus.

Jiang Cheng could play the piano, which he learned in a high-end bar training course, but he really didn't know much about folk music.

It wasn't that he didn't like it, it was the customer's problem.

But before he could think of a countermeasure, he heard a high-pitched and ear-piercing suona sound blasting in his ears, almost sending him away with such a sudden sound.

Jiang Cheng turned his head and met Fatty's flushed face. A few thick fingers were moving on the suona holes with an extremely unreasonable flexibility, and a song of "Bai Niao Chao Feng" (Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix) was played with heart-wrenching sadness.

Fatty actually had this skill, and Jiang Cheng was greatly shocked.

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

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

"Three years of flute, five years of xiao, an erhu pulls the waist to break, a thousand years of pipa, ten thousand years of zheng, a suona blows a lifetime!" Du Moyu chanted with extreme devotion, and at the height of his emotion, he couldn't help but sigh, "A song breaks the heart, where in the world can you find a soulmate."

The village chief was also greatly shocked by this scene. He didn't expect the corpse捞尸人 (lao shi ren - corpse diver) to be so talented. With this level, he was much stronger than the few mediocre players in the village band.