EBE Chapter 229 Apple Rabbit
Chapter 229 Apple Rabbit
"Boom!"
There was another loud noise.
Flames, carrying the metallic stench, shot skyward; before the shattered car fragments even hit the ground, paper money began to flutter and scatter across the sky.
Those paper figures, painted with vermilion, grinned with scarlet lips and twisted into countless ghostly faces in the heatwave.
A jet-black coffin hangs above the scorched earth, with dark gold runes flickering on its surface.
Through the crack, you can see the person lying inside.
The wedding dress, woven from blood-red silkworm silk, was bathed in a dark red glow. The nine phoenixes holding pearls, outlined in gold thread, seemed to move like living creatures as the evil aura surged within the wide sleeves.
The beaded curtain hanging from the phoenix crown moved swiftly without wind, and beneath the tassels made of nine hundred and ninety-nine crimson love seeds, the bride's pale forehead was conspicuously branded with a marriage compatibility chart written in cinnabar.
The most glaring thing was the back of the embroidered robe—once the brocade that should have been embroidered with a hundred sons and a thousand grandsons, it was densely covered with the Rebirth Mantra embroidered with strands of hair.
The talismans made of black and silver threads, along with the rising evil energy, meandered and twisted on the three-zhang-long train of the wedding dress, as if thousands of struggling souls were climbing up the blood-red skirt and crawling towards the human world.
"Kill her now."
Jiang Qi turned to look at the coffin, his tone indifferent.
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Qi flicked his wrist and took out a dagger.
Lin Wanchu immediately stepped forward, "Let's go together."
The four of them walked side by side, their shoes crunching over the ashes of paper on the ground as they approached the coffin.
The remaining paper figures pose no threat whatsoever.
To open the coffin, the red rope must first be cut.
However, the red rope was as hard as iron, and Jiang Qi couldn't cut it no matter how hard he tried.
Lu Zhi tried, but to no avail.
Jiang Qi rubbed his earlobe, his gaze shifting to Lu Xue's ankle.
He still remembered that the paper figure's target was her.
Perhaps only Lou Xue can open this coffin.
Thinking this, Jiang Qi had already handed the dagger in his hand to Lu Xue.
"Their target is you, and it's up to you to deal with them."
"it is good."
Lu Xue gripped the black iron dagger tightly, the moonlight condensing into a cold gleam on the blade.
Lu Xue easily cut the red rope, and the four of them worked together to lift the coffin lid.
The moment the coffin lid was opened, the entire world fell into an eerie stillness.
Blood suddenly seeped from the marriage certificate written in the slender gold script between the woman's eyebrows in the coffin, and the name in the bride's column was suddenly changed to Lu Xue.
The original blank face has also changed.
A cold smile crept across his face, which bore a striking resemblance to Lou Xue's.
The moment the blade pierced her brow bone, the century-old coffin exploded with spiderweb-like cracks, and the stench of blood, mingled with sandalwood, assaulted her senses.
All the paper figures spontaneously combusted without fire, and from the ashes came the sighs of countless vengeful spirits.
"Sister..." The last murmur was swallowed by the roar.
The hanging coffin transformed into thousands of phosphorescent flames, turning the corpse and the red wedding dress into dust.
The soaring evil aura swept away paper money for miles around. The fluttering yellow paper burned to ashes before it even touched the ground, falling like snow for a ghost marriage that was a hundred years late.
When the dark clouds dispersed, they returned to the car, which had become scrap metal.
This place resembled a car accident scene, with a burnt smell permeating the air.
Lin Wanchu held the slightly warm phone, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the edge of the screen.
This white sedan, which had been with her for five years, had finally reached the end of its service life.
To avoid unnecessary trouble, Lin Wanchu picked up her phone and made a call while massaging Lu Xue's ankle with her right hand.
The handprint on Lu Xue's ankle was slowly fading. "A-Chu, what do you say?"
"The insurance company said the tow truck will take forty minutes to arrive."
Lin Wanchu turned to look at her dusty companion behind her. Jiang Qi still had half a piece of paper money hanging from his sleeve, and his shoes were covered in black ash.
The worst off was Lu Zhi, whose hair was not only singed at the ends, but also had half a piece of a car logo stuck inside.
As the taxi struggled through the evening rush hour, four tired faces were reflected in the rearview mirror.
Lin Wanchu, sitting in the passenger seat, was wiping her cheek with a wet wipe, and a gray stain quickly spread on the wipe.
Lu Xue pressed her forehead against the cold car window, watching the neon signs light up one by one in the twilight.
As dusk spread across the sky like spilled blue ink, Jiang Qi gazed at the fleeting shadows of sycamore trees outside the car window.
Lu Zhi suddenly reached out and touched his hair: "Brother, don't move, there's glass shard in your hair."
The warm light from the master bedroom on the second floor shines obliquely through the wooden lattice window, casting diamond-shaped spots of light on the blue brick floor.
The girl holding the orange cat jumped off the swing set, and the fat cat in her arms purred in dissatisfaction as it was bounced around.
The taxi stopped at the alley entrance, and the four of them walked on the bluestone road. They could see three figures in the distance.
The 15-pound orange cat curled up in Chi Miaomiao's arms, its amber eyes narrowing into crescents the moment it saw them.
When Cheng Cuo and Yu Hansheng saw them in person, they immediately relaxed.
Lu Xue jogged along, eager to give them a big hug.
"Hehe, I'm going to pet the cat first."
The evening breeze ruffled Chi Miaomiao's white hair, and the cat in her arms suddenly meowed, as if answering Lu Xue.
It struggled to reach out its claws toward Lu Xue, the silver bells around its neck jingling softly in the twilight.
Lu Xue scooped the little orange into her arms with both hands.
Immediately, she pressed her entire body against Chi Miaomiao.
"Miaomiao, it's been a day, is your stomach still hurting?"
Chi Miaomiao blinked in confusion and obediently shook her head.
The orange cat stretched its body in Lu Xue's arms, its golden-brown tail brushing against Chi Miaomiao's coat.
Lin Wanchu arrived at the courtyard gate a step behind Lu Xue, who had already let go of Lu Xue's embrace.
"Little Orange is quite perceptive."
Lin Wanchu poked the orange cat's pink nose, then looked directly at the three people who had been waiting for her. "Thank you, we're back safely~"
Her deliberately drawn-out voice dissipated in the evening breeze.
The chilled cola that Cheng Cuo and Yu Hansheng handed over condensed into water droplets in their palms.
The little orange's purring and the fragrance of flowers in the evening breeze intertwine to create a healing atmosphere.
Jiang Qi inhaled the fragrance of flowers floating in the air and tightened his grip on Lu Zhi's fingers.
In that instant, he suddenly felt that this absurd supernatural incident might just be fate's arrangement to remind him that there is always someone warming a cup of tea for you amidst the lights of countless homes.
"Let's go inside and talk, it's cold outside."
Lin Wanchu had already sunk into the sofa and was eating an apple. "Ugh, I'm exhausted. Let me have an apple first."
Lu Xue put down the small orange and started talking while washing her hands.
"If you ask me, apples are the most boring fruit."
"Watch me show you my skills later, I'll peel a rabbit out of an apple."
Cheng Cuo brought the dishes out of the kitchen and teased her upon hearing this.
"Let's eat first. After we eat, you can peel off as many as you want."
Jiang Qi changed into clean clothes and came downstairs. The aroma of the food instantly tantalized his taste buds.
The seven people ate their meal in silence, and none of them brought up the topic.
After dinner, it was already 7:30 pm.
Lu Xue didn't forget to show off her skills.
She picked up a round, red apple and gently stroked its smooth skin with her fingertips.
Lu Xue held a small silver-handled knife, her black hair falling loosely over her shoulders, and her slender white fingertips gently turned a ruby-like apple.
The blade traced along the fruit peel, the thin, cicada-wing-like peel swirling and falling down to reveal the amber-colored flesh.
She suddenly smiled and pursed her lips, then used the crescent-shaped knife tip to diagonally pick out a cute little pointed ear from the fruit flesh.
The light, like scattered gold, followed the blade, dancing across the apple's surface in smooth arcs.
"You need to carve out the texture of the velvet..."
She murmured the words her mother had taught her when she was young, and the back of the knife scraped fine lines on the inside of the rabbit's ear.
The aroma of fruit lingered in my nostrils, and for a moment I felt as if I had returned to that ward filled with the smell of disinfectant.
Her mother's thin fingers covered the back of her hand, guiding her to carve a crooked rabbit on the apple.
The silver light suddenly dropped downwards, and the tip of the knife touched the flesh, spun out two ruby-like circles.
Lu Xue tilted her head and blew on the apple, sending crumbs fluttering into the white porcelain plate.
The rabbit's wet eyes came to life, and it curled up in the center of the white porcelain plate, wearing a half-unpeeled red skin as a hat, looking adorable.
She stepped back half a step to examine the artwork, her hair brushing against her collarbone, causing a slight itch.
As I turned to get some mint leaves to garnish, I unexpectedly stumbled into an embrace of familiar scents.
The moment the fruit rabbit slipped from her palm, it was steadily caught by Lin Wanchu's hand.
"A-Chu?"
Lu Xue looked up and called her softly.
At this moment, Lin Wanchu carefully held the apple rabbit, as if it were a fragile crystal.