Chapter 0233 – The Sound of a Gong Knocking in the Middle of the Night (2 / 2)

I really want to see, who fucking drink actually have a rat fuck cat’s guts, Chen Sanjin, Gao Jianjun and Ming joint development of the place also dare to behind the back of the black hand, this person is either the head is pants to the set, or really have what dependence” Wang Xuanzhen said. “Now certainly will not show up, I broke him a bureau is to see if he will follow and then shot, if there is still words that is obviously very targeted” to go to the nail households that street when the three stopped to find a secluded place to sit down and slowly

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The gloomy wind in this region suddenly grew stronger and stronger, blowing dust on the ground, windows clattering, and a hint of whistling could be heard in the vague.

At least dozens of nail households all noticed the movement outside, all unknown lying on the window to see why the wind will rise so strong, there are bold a few families are out to look around.

“Clang, clang, clang.”

In the silence of the clearing, the gloomy wind stopped abruptly, but suddenly three gongs came over, and the movement was exactly the same as that of the ancient night watchman on TV who struck the gong when he shouted that it was dry and careful of fire and candles.

The nailers were taken aback and were all a bit baffled, such an ancient commotion was not something anyone usually fucking heard except in movies and TV.

After three gongs, from the far side of the street actually floated a suona and trumpet blowing sound, the sound of blowing very festive as if it was someone’s wedding to marry a daughter-in-law, this movement if you listen to the daytime is still normal, but now it’s already midnight almost twelve o’clock.

All the nail households who heard the commotion had their hearts in their throats, and in an inexplicable fear they thought of the gossip they had heard half a day ago, that the street in front of them had dug up an ancient tomb during demolition.

Nailer, who had stepped out of his house to watch, then suddenly saw, at the far end of the street, a mass of dark shadows slowly approaching this way, and the sound of the blowing of the oboe and the trumpet was coming nearer and nearer, and evidently came from that end.

Gradually, after getting a little closer the nailers could see clearly by the light of the moon in the sky.

“Ma Ya ——” Almost all the people all face white, leg and stomach cramps, and then rolled and crawled hurriedly drilled back to their own homes to lock the doors and windows, shivering.

It was a procession to welcome the bride, and at the front of the procession a man carried a gong, which he struck every few moments.

Behind the gong-player, there were four men playing oboes and horns.

In the back, eight people carrying a sedan chair, sedan chair flickering one up and one down swaying, sedan chair in front of two women wearing the dress of maids carrying two big red red lanterns in their hands.

Accompanied by a sudden gust of cloudy wind, the curtain on the sedan chair was blown up, and inside sat a woman wearing a red cheongsam with a cover on her head.

Whether it is blowing or carrying the sedan chair people are all wearing ancient robes and clothes, head on top of the plume hat, the face does not have a tiny bit of blood color, only in the two sides of the blush smeared in two places. These people in walking are all padded feet, toes on the ground heel lifted up, walking body leaning forward, swaying.