as big as World, nothing is nonexistent.

No, a strange thing happened in Jiangcheng today.

Qian Dayuan, the owner of Wanbao Trading Company, actually wanted to marry his second son who had died long ago and become a close relative!

As soon as the news came out, the whole city was in an uproar, and everyone in the streets and alleys was talking about it.

If you ask about the reason, it turns out that Qian Dayuan's wife, Mrs. Liu, lost her two sons in the underworld in Yemeng, and she was left alone and alone in the underworld.

After Liu woke up from the dream, she felt chest tightness, shortness of breath, and heart palpitations.

Asking an expert to interpret the dream, it is said that the second son has come to ask for a wife. If he does not obey, he is afraid that there will be trouble and the chickens and dogs will be restless.

When Mrs. Liu heard this, she counted with her fingers and realized that it was not true. The second son died at the age of five, and now he happened to be sixteen, which was the time to marry a wife and have children.

Thinking of her second son in the underworld, alone and unaccompanied, Mrs. Liu suddenly felt sad and wanted to find a wife for her second son.

Then he asked a ghost matchmaker and a Feng Shui master to make a fortune.

This is why this ridiculous thing happened before us!

On the day of the wedding, the city was full of hustle and bustle, and countless good people crowded at the city gate to watch the excitement.

"I'm coming!"

The procession of seeing off the bride was still far away, but the long line of red makeup attracted the attention of the whole city.

Looking from a distance, it looks like a fire dragon cruising in. It is so beautiful.

"It's true that the wedding of the dead is more grand than that of the living!"

"No!"

"This ghost groom is really entrusted with a good family, and he can marry a wife even after he dies. It's the first time we see a peasant in the imperial city."

Mo Chuan stood in the crowd, listening to the discussions of the locals, and felt sad in his heart.

After the two teams of sending off and picking up the bride met, the two parties immediately went through a complicated etiquette process under the witness of the whole city.

Amidst the chaos and commotion, the sound of a watch suddenly came from the crowd.

Accompanied by the louder voices, there were also hoarse shouts:

"Mr. Guo is not dead! Mister Guo is not dead!"

However, the sound disappeared within a few sounds.

Mo Chuan stood on tiptoes and looked around, faintly seeing a commotion of pushing and shoving among the crowd.

Unfortunately, there were too many people watching the fun, and it was covered so tightly that nothing could be seen.

He frowned, turned around, and continued to stare at the cymbal player in the percussion class.

Not long after, the two parties of the secret marriage completed the process, and the wedding team then headed back home while playing and playing.

On this day, the Qian Mansion held a banquet and invited the whole city to celebrate.

Not to mention the delicacies in the house, the flowing water table outside the house is also a top-notch dish, and everyone who eats it gets thumbs up.

For a moment, the strange atmosphere of this dark marriage disappeared without a trace.

At night, Qian Mansion became quiet.

The musicians who had been playing all day were finally able to go back to the inn to rest.

For them, being buried together tomorrow is the highlight.

Today we are just going through the marriage process!

"Master, what's going on with the guy who's on duty today?"

In the inn, Guapi, a junior student in the wind and percussion class, asked mysteriously while soaking his feet with the master.

"Shh! Don't pry if you shouldn't pry."

The master, who was soaking his feet in hot water and was feeling comfortable, rolled his eyes when he heard this.

"oh!"

The skin of the melon became wilted, and after a while, he asked again: "Master, how come you said that Guo is not dead?"

"You melon, why do you talk so much?"

The old master was furious, and his brain collapsed when he raised his hand.

"Ouch!"

The skin of the melon was painful, and he let out an exclamation, covering his head to keep silent.

"Add hot water!"

The master glared at Guapi.

"oh!"

Guapi glumly picked up the kettle and added water. Unexpectedly, he was so preoccupied with the day's events that he accidentally added too much hot water.

"Ouch, do you want to burn me to death?"

The old master was furious and was about to teach his apprentice a lesson when a knock on the door came.

"Who?"

"But Master Zhong from the Tian'an Village percussion class?"

A warm voice of inquiry came from outside the door.

Master Zhong glanced at the apprentice, thinking that it might be a customer who came to the door. He quickly wiped his feet and stood up to open the door.

Squeak! The door opens.

Master Zhong raised his eyebrows, and it turned out that the person who knocked on the door in the middle of the night was a young Taoist priest.

——The person who came was none other than Mo Chuan.

"Master Zhong, excuse me! Pindao was passing by Jiangcheng today and happened to see the master playing music. He unexpectedly discovered that the master had a pair of cymbals with a very unique shape. Pindao has a friend who likes to collect musical instruments from all over the world, so Pindao intends to buy them as a gift.

To my friend, do you like it, Master Zhong?"

Mo Chuan made up an excuse at random.

While talking, he took out another tael of silver from his pocket.

When Master Zhong saw the money, his eyes suddenly lit up. His percussion troupe was working for the Qian family, and the income was only three taels of silver.

This is already several times the market price.

On weekdays, weddings and funerals can cost as little as half a coin, and as much as one or two. For seven or eight people in the class, one cent is enough to earn hard money.

Now that a tael of silver was credited to his account for no reason, or it was a private account, how could he remain unmoved?

"It's a hit, but..." Master Zhong showed hesitation in his eyes.

"Pindao, please add another hundred cents, no more."

Mo Chuan pretended to be in pain, gritted his teeth, and took out a bunch of copper coins tied with a hemp rope from his sleeve.

"Oh, Taoist priest, you are so polite! Taoist priest, do you think this is a good idea? I will send it to you after I finish the work for Qian's family tomorrow. Is it a success?"

Master Zhong was overjoyed when he saw this. His so-called hesitation was just a matter of using musical instruments during the funeral tomorrow!

"That can't be done. Pindao has an appointment with the escort agency and has to leave tomorrow morning. I'm afraid I won't be able to wait."

Mo Chuan randomly found an excuse.

He didn't come to the door during the day, he had already lost his temper.

How dare you have more long nights and more dreams?

"this……"

Master Zhong hesitated for a moment. Seeing that the Taoist priest had no intention of increasing the price, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll find a way to borrow it from my colleagues. The Taoist priest will wait for me."

With that said, he hurried back to the house and took out the pair of cymbals, fearing that Mo Chuan would regret it.

After the transaction was completed, Master Zhong breathed a sigh of relief.

"If you are too talkative, I would like to ask Master Zhong where he found these cymbals?"

Mo Chuan took the cymbal, looked at it briefly, and let out a long sigh of relief.

One of these pair of cymbals should be made of ordinary copper.

The other piece was no different from his cymbal, except that the golden and violent energy in it was weaker.

"It's a blacksmith shop! The master told me that one of the pieces was sold to him by a beggar passing by. He saw that the shape was quite exquisite, so he took another piece of his own initiative and made a pair, which happened to be bought by me."

"I see!"

Mo Chuan suddenly realized, and then he clasped his fists and said, "It's late at night, I'm sorry to bother you, I'll take my leave!"

"You're welcome, Taoist priest!"

Master Zhong watched Mo Chuan leave, then went back to his room to dress and pack his things, preparing to borrow a pair of cymbals from his colleagues for tomorrow's errands.
To be continued...