Quick Transmmigration: The Diseased Male Protagonist is Turning Black

At this point, Matchmaker Li had to go to the room with Axiang, helping Axiang dress up and put on the bride's clothes.

And Xia Linyin and several of the players were in the yard, looking at the shriveled female zombie body lying alone on the ground.

"What should I do now? The brides have been changed, so there won't be any problems, right?" Sister Liu asked worriedly.

Xia Linyin frowned and touched her chin. "The task of the game is to **** the Millennium Female Zombie into the tomb of Wuhou and attend the wedding of the King Wuhou. It did not make it clear that we are attending the wedding of the King Wuhou and the Millennium Female Zombie. The practice is tantamount to exploiting the loopholes in this sentence."

In any case, they must continue to take this thousand-year-old female stiff, escorted into the tomb of Wuhou to complete the task of the previous sentence.

Then attend the wedding of King Wuhou and Axiang, and complete the task of the next sentence.

The original intention of the game must be to participate in the wedding of Wuhou Wang and the Millennium Female Zombie, but now their approach is equivalent to drilling a loophole in this sentence.

But there is no other way. Wuhou Wang will definitely not marry a woman who has been broken and turned into a corpse for a thousand years.

I don't know how the game will judge their approach.

Does it count as they completed the task?

"Follow him! Let's get the female zombie in first. Then, after King Wuhou and Axiang are married, if we have not returned to the hotel, it proves that the mission has not been completed, then we will force the general and female Wuhou again. Stiff and married!"

Regarding the fat man, everyone nodded in agreement and escorted the girl into the tomb of Wuhou first. If after attending the wedding of King Wuhou and Axiang, the game did not determine them to complete the task, then they would do everything possible to use Every effort must be made to force King Wuhou to marry a thousand-year-old female zombie.

An hour later, Axiang, with gorgeous makeup, wearing a red wedding dress embroidered with a phoenix, and a fine phoenix crown on her head, moved gently to the sedan chair with the support of Li Matchmaker.

A Xiang's face was full of shyness. Although she knew that A Xiang was not as weak as her appearance, Wang Ming was still taken away by A Xiang's shy and timid gesture.

No wonder people say that getting married is the most beautiful time in a woman's life.

But Matchmaker Li's face was obviously not so good, she moved stiffly, unwillingly supporting Axiang.

Before entering the sedan chair, Axiang turned to look at Matchmaker Li, with a smile on the corners of her lips, and asked softly: "Matchmaker Li, today is my big day. Are you unhappy?"

Matchmaker Li hurriedly raised her mouth, "Happy, how could I be upset? If it weren't for Girl Axiang, I wouldn't be able to do this thing this time."

"That's good." Axiang sat in the sedan chair and said before putting down the curtain, "Also, I hope that Matchmaker Li will not call me girl Axiang again. After all, I will marry Wang Wuhou as a princess soon. ."

Li Matchmaker took a deep breath, "Yes, Princess."

Because Axiang doesn't have the terrifying weight like a female zombie, Li Matchmaker asked the paper people to lift the sedan chair.

This can be regarded as completely liberating the shoulders of several players, but it is the only thing that makes Xia Linyin and the others happy.

The female zombie was sucked out of her skills and turned into a corpse, so it was no longer as heavy as before, but the weight of a normal corpse.

The fat man wrapped the mummy in a bed sheet and put his back on his body. This weight was nothing to him.

As for pushing the wheelchair, the work of pushing the wheelchair finally fell on Xia Linyin. The fat man wanted to carry the girl stiff, the matchmaker Li wanted to direct the paper man, and Mrs. Wu and Sister Liu did not intend to push the wheelchair.

As far as Wang Ming is concerned, if the girl in the wheelchair is a girl, he would be happy to do this.

It is a pity that he is a little boy.

Not the big breasted loli he wanted.

The sound of the suona sounded, the paper people lifted the sedan chair, Xia Linyin pushed the wheelchair, and the group continued to move towards the tomb of Wuhou.

I don't know how long it took. Under the leadership of Li Matchmaker, Xia Linyin and the others finally entered the tomb of King Wuhou.

The smell of the underground is not good, it is cold and humid, mixed with the decayed smell of poor air circulation, which makes it a little difficult to breathe.

Xia Linyin and the others entered the tomb of Wuhou through a secret road, and after touching several organs all the way without danger, they finally walked out of the long and dark secret road.

Suddenly, the air is no longer so thin and barren, and a tall city wall leaps into view. The magnificent atmosphere is rushing toward you, which is a spectacular sight that makes people's mind tremble.

The city walls are mottled, precipitating the charm of history, simple and heavy.

"Wuhou Wang actually built a capital underground! Oh my God! Even such a high wall!" Wang Ming opened his mouth wide.

Axiang opened the curtains and glanced out, with a smile on your face.

Xia Linyin was also shocked by this spectacular sight, as if she had arrived in front of the most prosperous capital in ancient times, with a sense of immersive trance.

When she first thought about it, there seemed to be a bustling voice in her ear.

"Selling meatballs! Freshly cooked meatballs! Delicious and chewy!"

"It's selling pork! Would you like some pork for the guest officer!"

"Hot steamed buns! A three cents, delicious and not expensive!"

...

The shouts and shouts are endless.

"Is there someone in here?" Wang Ming drew his ears, suspecting that he had auditory hallucinations.

"I think there is a ghost." The fat man snorted coldly.

A few people were struck up and walked towards the city wall on alert.

The spacious streets are crowded with people coming and going, and there are all kinds of paving on both sides of the streets.

At first glance, it looks like a bustling ancient street.

But a closer look revealed that all the pedestrians on the road bowed their heads and rolled their eyes, walking around like a corpse, with no blood on their faces.

"It's selling meatballs! Freshly cooked meatballs! They are delicious and chewy!"

Eyeballs in the boiling blood were rolling up and down inside.

Eyeballs hung danglingly on his face, with only a thin blood vein attached to his eye sockets, the stall owner yelled non-stop with his chopsticks holding the eyeballs in the pot.

"Selling pork! Fresh pork, do you want the guest officer to have some!"

There were a few pale human legs on the **** chopping board, holding a butcher knife, and the stall owner who chopped the thighs into pieces three times, staring at Xia Linyin and asked them.

"Steaming meat buns, please buy a few for the guest officer!"

The bun seller swiftly put a few steaming buns on the plate, and then caught up with them.

"A few guest officials, let's have a few cushions."

"My family's meat buns have thin skins and a lot of stuffing. If you eat one, you still want to eat the first one."

"Look at it! Isn't the stuffing used for this stuffed bun?"

The stall owner broke a meat bun.