**Chapter 60: The Formless Marriage Red Thread [4K]**
Luxianbei did not like alcohol, nor did she understand why it was so difficult to drink, as the social deaths and violent incidents triggered by alcohol were countless, not to mention it was a carcinogen. How could so many people like it?
It was clearly a harmful vice!
She had seriously thought that in this era where urban legends were on the rise and varied wildly, even haze could give birth to legends. Perhaps the alcohol, with its thousands of “believers,” also had corresponding urban legends.
If such an urban legend truly existed, she would definitely find a way, just like she polluted the powers of the Pink Fluffy Rabbit, to corrupt the powers of the alcohol urban legend, making the members of the “Alcohol Spirit Cult” switch to drinking red date soy milk from now on.
Today, if it weren’t for the General inviting her to drink, and she sensing weak spirit energy fluctuations from the wines and smelling the intense scent of certain alchemical materials used as ingredients, which she knew were top-quality and beneficial to her own spirit energy, she absolutely would not have taken the initiative to drink.
That feeling was like someone saying if he bowed to him, he would give him ten thousand dollars; with Luxianbei’s character, she could go from being despised to being envied and then hated by others.
Afterward, because she had listened to Jumeng’s slander, worrying about what trouble she might cause while drunk, she steeled herself and got herself incredibly drunk.
However, when the “effects of sobriety gradually faded,” and the potency of dozens of spirit energy-infused spirits erupted within her, the intense drunkenness washed over her like a tidal wave, and Luxianbei instantly regretted it.
It was truly too uncomfortable!
It felt as though her soul was dissolving in alcohol, releasing an astonishing amount of heat, burning her body and generating pain and weakness.
Perhaps the body reacted this way not only due to the alcohol but also because of the special alchemical materials used to brew the spirit energy liquor interacting within her.
At the moment the drunkenness hit, Luxianbei still remembered telling Jumeng that she would bear the consequences herself.
But just as she stood up from her seat, she felt her body temperature rapidly rising, her eyelids heavy as if weighted down with lead, unable to open her eyes, her entire skeleton seeming to melt, her body soft and devoid of strength.
It was like a hallucination; she heard withered leaves drifting down in the wind, heard countless whispers, as if separated by a thin membrane, indistinct.
The ground beneath her feet trembled violently, cracking apart, pulling her away from the real world and plunging her into an endless abyss. Her body felt shackled, her limbs restrained, her whole being ablaze as if dancing on flames.
Then, the pain intensified. She felt like she was suffocating in the dark depths of the ocean, and finally, an unprecedented bright light emanated from that deep sea, as if the last star in the universe was falling.
Then, she could hear nothing and see nothing.
She hoped she was drunk enough not to do anything strange. In the final second before losing consciousness, Luxianbei thought this thought.
After getting drunk, she had a nightmare, where she once again witnessed the scene of that unforgettable car accident in her life. A burning passenger bus plummeting in the valley, rolling and bouncing like a stone between the cliffs.
The passengers on the bus screamed; even without listening closely, she could feel the terrifying wails and roars, the dreadful turbulence in her ears, as if it would never cease.
Outside the window, in the night, a colossal shadow, like a mountain, approached from afar. In that instant, the entire world was reduced to dull hues.
This was not the first time Luxianbei had this nightmare. With that enormous shadow entering her sight, even though she was in a dream, she felt as though she could foresee what would happen next.
Within less than a minute, Lu Ming would leave her side forever. Her breathing became rapid, her heartbeat quickened, and her palms felt ice-cold, as if holding onto ice cubes.
It was like watching an extremely horrifying movie that left an almost psychological scar, and then being forced to watch that movie a second time, as the most frightening scene was about to unfold, every cell in her body refusing yet unable to escape.
Under normal circumstances, a person dreaming would wake up after a certain degree of stimulation, but in certain special cases, they might realize they were in a dream but be unable to wake up.
At this moment, under the stimulus of the nightmare and the influence of alcohol, Luxianbei fell into that state.
When she realized her body could move, she turned her head to look at her father, who should have been bound to his seat by a seatbelt, but what she saw was a scene she had never witnessed before.
She saw her father’s back at the huge gash where the passenger bus had torn apart as he was leaving.
Above his head, dazzling brilliance swirled like a cluster of stars, rising into the sky like shooting stars, without his command.
Raindrops, under the strong influence of spirit energy fluctuations, hovered in mid-air, twisting into shapes of spells and glowing faintly.
Seeing this, Luxianbei struggled to sit up, hurriedly reaching out to grab her father’s wrist, pleading, “Don’t go, don’t leave me alone.”
The next moment, an unexpected scene unfolded before Luxianbei.
As if sensing her emotions, the Lu Ming in the dream turned his head to smile at her. He said nothing, but Luxianbei seemed to read something in his gaze.
He said, “Stinky kid, I can only help you until here; from now on, you have to rely on yourself.” Then, he took a step forward, walking into the night and the rain.
In an instant, intense light swallowed everything.
Following that, the spreading shockwave shook the earth, ravaging the mountains, and the roaring sound seemed to shake the world completely, as endless ashes intertwined with raindrops poured down.
The scene froze in her sight, and Luxianbei suddenly understood why some people became addicted to alcohol.
Just like that saying she didn’t remember where she had seen: “Live, for living has wine, and with wine, one can get drunk; when drunk, one can dream, and in dreams, there is you.”
Although not everyone drunk with this mentality, a significant portion of people could indeed see some long-desired scene after getting drunk.
So, even knowing alcohol was harmful, there were still so many people who lived and died in drunkenness.
As the dream’s stimulation intensified, Luxianbei suddenly awoke, gradually regaining her sense of the real world.
However, even though she had awakened from the dream, the drunkenness brought on by the dozens of spirit energy-infused spirits had not entirely dissipated. Without even opening her eyes, she already felt intense warnings from her body.
Her head ached heavily, as if Gu Qiqi had knocked her multiple times, and then tied her up with lead—d*mn Gu Qiqi!
Breathing was difficult, and the air was thick, like syrup mixed with alcohol. Her limbs felt slightly numb, as if they had been electrocuted.
What was even more unbearable was the emptiness and loneliness surging from the depths of her heart as she woke from the dream.
Alcohol could only numb a person; it would not make them forget. Getting drunk was like a trivial drizzle, refreshing when it fell upon the body but failing to wash away all regrets and pain.
When she woke up, it made her re-chew some things that should have been thrown up along with the vomit. Following that, Luxianbei opened her eyes, in a half-dreaming state, and she saw a pair of emerald-like eyes.
Not sure if it was because she hadn’t woken up from the alcohol, the pair of eyes reflected in hers seemed tinged with a hint of intoxicating color. In the moment their gazes met, they added a touch of panic.
It was like the calm surface of water was disturbed by the wind, rippling softly.
Within those rising ripples, something enticing seemed to be hidden, making one unable to resist wanting to explore. Was that Stinky Sister?
Luxianbei thought drowsily, instinctively leaning closer as she raised her feeble hands to embrace Jumeng’s shoulders.
Luxianbei completely did not consider why Jumeng was lying beside her or other bizarre things.
After experiencing that nightmare earlier, she really wanted someone close to hug her and listen to things she had long wanted to express.
However.
As soon as she opened her mouth, she felt like she was really going to vomit, so she immediately closed her lips tightly—
Seeing Luxianbei’s face approaching her, Jumeng’s eyes widened, her pupils trembling violently. What had only been rippling eyes suddenly surged with terrifying waves.
What to do? The d*mn thing not only woke up but also tried to kiss me. Is it a bit rude to dodge at this time? Jumeng thought in a panic.
The next moment, she felt a pair of hands wrapping around her shoulders, lightly tightening as their sides brushed against each other and then pressed tightly together. In a daze, she seemed to feel something pass over her lips; soft and slightly warm.
The speed was too quick; Jumeng didn’t even have time to clearly discern whether it was Luxianbei’s lips or her cheek.
Perhaps it was the reason of a drop of scalding tear that silently fell on her cheek; even without Luxianbei speaking, Jumeng faintly sensed the loneliness and sorrow deep within her.
After a brief silence, she also extended her hands to embrace Luxianbei, gently patting her back, softly saying, “It’s alright, sleep now, have a good rest, okay? I’m here with you.”
“Mm…” Luxianbei responded, and soon Jumeng heard Luxianbei’s even breathing beside her.
Listening to the melodious sound of her breathing, Jumeng suddenly frowned slightly, as if recalling something, she activated her spirit energy.
As spirit energy flowed within her body, a sound like “bang!” echoed, like the soft sound of an umbrella opening, and a pair of large, jet-black wings unfurled behind her, slowly descending to cover Luxianbei’s body.
“Hey!”
Stealing a glance at Luxianbei’s sleeping profile, Jumeng couldn’t help but sigh, muttering, “What to do? Our friendship is about to change!”
As she spoke, her body suddenly shivered, and her expression turned grave. Something had touched her powers, and that thing came from within her! The next moment, a faint red light entered her field of vision.
Was that the marriage red thread?
Jumeng was momentarily stunned, her gaze slightly shifting, and she saw a celebratory-colored, half-virtual half-real silk thread emerge from her forehead, continuously extending forward like a vine growing exuberantly, until it reached Luxianbei’s side.
As the only marriage deity in Z Country that had not corrupted or fallen, Jumeng knew very well how the marriage red thread was normally born.
Under normal circumstances, it would be like now, without any interference from external factors, simply because it was the right time and place. When feelings ran deep, the marriage red thread would be born, connecting the right people together.
Of course, it could also be the right urban legend, the right object, or even perhaps the right body part.
Jumeng clearly knew that Luxianbei was already wrapped in the marriage red thread like a dumpling; that formless marriage red thread could not condense successfully. But looking at it inching closer to Luxianbei, she still felt an unrealistic hope sprouting.
As the deity of marriage, she could not actively destroy the marriage red thread on Luxianbei; doing so could lead to her powers severely corrupting.
But just watching quietly didn’t count as destruction, right? Although theoretically impossible, what if? Jumeng thought. Five centimeters, three centimeters, one centimeter.
As the formless marriage red thread drew ever closer to Luxianbei, Jumeng couldn’t help but hold her breath. Just as that formless marriage red thread was about to touch Luxianbei, a dazzling red radiance emerged, isolating it. Those were the countless marriage red threads wrapped around Luxianbei, emitting their glow.
Seeing the anticipated scene, disappointment surged in Jumeng’s eyes, then as if persuading the continuously colliding formless marriage red thread against the red radiance, she sighed silently and murmured, “Don’t be foolish. There is no such thing as ‘what if.'”
This kind of thing was like trying to board a train that had already departed even when it was fully loaded.
How could you get on?
“Buy an ‘extra ticket’? Jumeng thought.
However, in the next moment, an unexpected scene unfolded.
Just as the party involved had already given up, that formless marriage red thread continued to strive, swirling around Luxianbei’s side, hovering persistently.
Jumeng, ” ”
When she came out of the Peach Source, she told Yuan Ye that she sensed Luxianbei’s marriage was disturbed and came to observe and study. But now, it seemed she had become a more valuable observation research sample.
Normally speaking, once the condensation failed, the formless marriage red thread would instantly dissipate. But what kind of situation was this? An extraneous lover?
Just a brush and not going in?
Or was it lurking by, preparing to occupy the nest and become the other old Jumeng?
After inwardly complaining for a while, Jumeng sighed, “Forget it, let’s talk about it later. After all, this is an unprecedented situation.”
Such scenes could even stump her, the grand marriage deity.
But at least, this did not count as destroying Luxianbei’s marriage, right? Jumeng thought.
**Danli Pigeon**
It is a traditional Chinese ornamental pigeon breed, a native breed of China. According to the “Qing Palace Pigeon Spectrum,” it should be termed “Hooked Eye String Spot.”
This breed has a light gray feather base with black spots on the wings and back. The gray is close to a silvery luster, and the spots are fresh and pleasing, making the two elements exist in mutual dependence, enhancing its beauty, hence the name is quite appropriate! Golden eyes, pink eyelids, wide eyelids, pearl heads, small short beaks, with or without a crown, a smaller body size, elegant posture, and a graceful flight, making it a gem among pigeons.
(Sorry, something unexpected happened at home, and I had a big fight with my family, and my mood is terrible. I’m quite exhausted and really can’t settle down to write, so I’m taking a day off… I’ll try to update more tomorrow.)
