Han Jiao was very afraid of approaching the red coffin. But it was precisely because she was afraid that she felt even more indignant, and she grabbed the gasoline pouring task from Lu Lu.

She had already torn Hu Jizu apart yesterday. Was she still afraid of adding fuel to the fire?

Seeing Mr. Hu’s livid expression, she felt a little smug.

Perhaps they would actually succeed.

Having seen the golden clock’s records, she knew all too well how unsolvable the [Snow Wedding Gown] dungeon was. What they were doing now was a brand-new attempt, one never tried before.

She didn’t react to Wen Renxi’s words. But when Qin Guoan spoke… sorry, she had read too many questionable comics in the past, and her mind instantly went astray.

Six men.

Men on men, men on both sides, men forward and back, forced men… finally, knowing men and advancing, facing men head-on.

Perfect!

“Mr. Hu, what do you think?”

“No! My precious Bao’er! Bao’er!”

The surrounding villagers were also shocked by Wen Renxi’s words. The families of the young men immediately changed their expressions, looking at the players with terror. More terrified than them were the six captured men.

But neither Wen Renxi nor the other players looked at them, only at Mr. Hu, waiting for his decision.

“Mr. Hu, you know my sister’s temper isn’t the best. And there are six daughters-in-law, they can definitely serve Young Master Hu well. What if one of them slips and drops the torch on the coffin, setting it on fire… you’d understand, right?” Lu Lu was a master of sarcasm.

“That’s right. And think about it, the ones who really want a snow bride to bless the family and bring good fortune are the men. They’ll definitely serve Young Master Hu even better. That way, they’ll be rich in their next life. Becoming your family’s young mistress is very wealthy, isn’t it?”

“What if the daughter-in-law you choose is unwilling and doesn’t serve Young Master Hu wholeheartedly? These young men are all strong and energetic, and unlike those girls, they genuinely like snow brides. It’s just that they couldn’t before because they were men. But they were thinking too narrowly. No one said the bride had to be a woman. Since they like it so much, why not give them a chance to prove themselves to you?”

After Lu Lu finished, Han Jiao continued. They took turns persuading Mr. Hu, while Wen Renxi remained silent, but slowly moved the torch closer to the coffin.

Mr. Hu was, of course, unwilling to find male daughters-in-law for his son. Even if Lu Lu and the others made sense, he couldn’t accept it. But his son was still in the hands of these hateful outsiders.

He disregarded the other villagers’ pleas.

“I think Young Master Hu will like it,” Wen Renxi shook the torch, and sparks fell, making Mr. Hu’s heart pound, fearing the gasoline-drenched coffin would be ignited.

“I heard from the professor that Shangyang Village still follows ancestral customs and doesn’t allow cremation, right? They’re afraid of burning away the soul and want burial for peace. But I think it’s nothing. Mr. Hu, do you want to let Young Master Hu try? Cremation is common outside now.”

Qiu Yuanzhi advised, looking like an honest person, but his words sounded different to Mr. Hu: “If you don’t agree, your son’s soul will be scattered.”

You don’t want your son’s soul scattered, right?

Scattered, right?

Right?

Mr. Hu: “…”

On one side were the players’ “kind advice,” and on the other, the villagers’ cries and pleas. Mr. Hu rubbed the gem on his hand, his face dark.

Wen Renxi had the ability to ignite the coffin and the power to turn Hu Jizu’s body to ashes.

Mr. Hu knew this very well, which made his expression even more menacing – his son was in their hands.

If Hu Jizu’s coffin wasn’t in Wen Renxi’s hands, Mr. Hu would have ordered the villagers to keep these outsiders here.

But he couldn’t.

Marrying six male daughters-in-law to be buried with his son, or watching his son turn to ashes, unable to reincarnate – the choice wasn’t difficult.

Anyway, Shangyang Village had the snow bride tradition for hundreds of years. With the times changing, putting the snow wedding gown on a man wouldn’t cause much objection from the villagers.

Mr. Hu, who could confidently send betrothal gifts to Zaoya and bring her back as Hu Jizu’s wife and have Hu Jizu take her in reincarnation, didn’t mind changing the person.

“I agree.”

Mr. Hu was very important to this mission. His agreement was the equivalent of mission confirmation. Only with his affirmation could the mission continue.

Whether finding Zaoya or changing people, his agreement was necessary.

Conversely, once Mr. Hu agreed to the daughter-in-law candidates, no matter how dissatisfied the villagers were, they couldn’t do anything.

The Hu family had a special status in this nightmare world, bearing some judgment role in a way.

Of course, they weren’t good people.

As expected, once Mr. Hu agreed that men could wear the snow wedding gown and marry Hu Jizu, the young men held captive by Wen Renxi and the others panicked. Their faces twisted in fear, and they begged their parents for help. More than them, the other families with young men hid their sons and grandsons, fearing they would be targeted. This scene was even more ironic to Wen Renxi.

– Look, they know it’s not a good thing.

Weren’t they honored to have a snow bride in the family? When it fell on their sons and grandsons, they didn’t want it, knowing it was wrong, trying to hide them, not letting them be chosen?

They understood very well, but didn’t care about sacrificing their daughters.

So Wen Renxi could understand Zaoya very well and never thought it was wrong for her to lose control and destroy the entire village when she was desperately trapped in the coffin.

Zaoya was not wrong.

Even for Zaoya, escaping alone wasn’t enough.

If that was the case and the players chose another girl, Zaoya wouldn’t destroy everyone. But that wouldn’t work.

Whether it was Zaoya herself, other girls in Shangyang Village, or the female players, none of them would work. They all caused Zaoya’s hatred to go berserk.

As Wen Renxi said before, they were all Zaoya.

“Now you can bring blessings to your families, and your families will prosper. Aren’t you happy?” Huo Yu sneered, suddenly asking the pale man next to him.

This man had a younger sister and a newborn daughter. Huo Yu had seen him dressing up his sister, hoping the Hu family would choose her.

There was only one spot.

“Now all six of you have the chance to bless your families. You should thank Mr. Hu for giving you this opportunity. Although your sister wasn’t chosen, you were. You got your wish.”

“Say thank you to Mr. Hu,” Han Jiao followed Huo Yu, looking as if they were ungrateful and didn’t appreciate Mr. Hu’s pioneering decision.

Wen Renxi, who had been teary-eyed, instantly stopped crying at their words.

Hmm…

Seeing this, Huo Yu dragged the man forward to report to Mr. Hu.

Mr. Hu stared at Huo Yu with gloomy eyes, and a chill crawled up Huo Yu’s spine. But Huo Yu wasn’t affected much, keeping a straight face.

In fact, if Zaoya hadn’t gone berserk and destroyed everyone, he could have managed. Why should he fear Mr. Hu?

Of course, he wouldn’t.

“Mom! I’m a man! I don’t want to!” The man dragged by Huo Yu shouted at the crowd, but his legs were shaking, and he couldn’t break free from Huo Yu’s grip.

His family couldn’t bear to see this and wanted to rush forward to save him, but they couldn’t.

They were stopped by the other villagers.

“This is our ancestral custom. Being chosen is a blessing for your family. Do you want to break the tradition?”

Huo Yu ignored the villagers and stared at Mr. Hu. He then heard the mission completion sound.

After completing the mission, Huo Yu could leave this nightmare world. But he didn’t rush to leave and looked at the others.

Qin Guoan pushed Han Jiao.

Han Jiao staggered forward, almost falling. Recovering, she grabbed the man Qin Guoan pushed out and dragged him away, gritting her teeth and snorting coldly.

Lu Lu thought Han Jiao needed help, but Han Jiao easily dragged the man to Mr. Hu.

Behind Han Jiao was Lu Lu.

Behind Lu Lu was Qiu Yuanzhi. Only Qin Guoan and Wen Renxi were left.

Wen Renxi, holding the burning torch, stepped on Zaoya’ s brother, gestured to Qin Guoan to go first.

Except for Wen Renxi, the others went by age, with Qin Guoan, the oldest, going last.

The villagers were in chaos. The six families were crying and begging Mr. Hu to spare their sons and grandsons, but they were held back by other villagers, unable to reach them.

Finally, Wen Renxi bent down, grabbed Zaoya’s brother by the collar, and dragged him to Mr. Hu.

Zaoya’s brother, no longer excited, had tears streaming down his face, making him look pathetic. But to Wen Renxi, he was just disgusting.

“Mr. Hu, we couldn’t find Zaoya, but her brother is the same. This is the young mistress you formally paid a dowry for.”

Mr. Hu stared at Wen Renxi, who held the torch in one hand and her knife in the other, smiling brightly. Zaoya’s brother was once again under her foot.

With Wen Renxi away from the coffin, Mr. Hu felt tempted, but meeting Wen Renxi’s eyes, he suppressed the urge.

“Yes, this is my Hu family’s rightful young mistress.”

Recognition successful!

Wen Renxi’s mission was also marked as complete.

The players didn’t even have to worry about what happened next, because with Mr. Hu’s approval, these people were now the Hu family’s brides and couldn’t escape.

These were the rules.

As expected, Wen Renxi returned to the red coffin and saw the Hu family dressing the six men in white wedding gowns.

The gowns looked fine on girls, but on men, they were eerie. The men seemed controlled, their eyes filled with fear, but unable to resist, watching the snow wedding gowns meant for their sisters being put on them.

Bound.

A group of people with red sashes around their waists appeared, holding suonas and other instruments, and the Hu residence was once again filled with that strange festive atmosphere.

“To the bridal chamber—”

The butler, also dressed in white with a red sash, announced. Twelve people emerged, two per group, pulling up the six men who had collapsed on the ground, and brought them to the coffin, one by one.

Zaoya’s brother was the last.

Unlike Zaoya, these men couldn’t move except for their eyes. They could only watch themselves being thrown into the coffin.

Inside, Hu Jizu’s body had been reassembled, his head placed on top, a strange smile seemingly on his lips.

Finally, Zaoya’s brother was put in the coffin. He looked at the players with pleading eyes, but no one reacted, only watching him fall into the coffin.

As Wen Renxi had said, the coffin was big enough for seven people, just a bit crowded.

Everyone was inside. Four men lifted the lid, covered the coffin, and nailed it shut.

Only when the coffin was nailed shut did the six inside finally break free from the control, struggling frantically.

They wanted to get out.

Seeing the coffin shake violently, the players worried the six strong men inside would break it open, so they stepped forward to hold it down.

Desperate cries came from inside.

Inside the coffin were the six men’s cries and pleas, and outside were their families’ cries, begging and reluctant.

Truly a scene that would make anyone sad and teary-eyed.

“Don’t cry, everyone. This is a happy occasion. Today is a joyous day. How can you cry?” Lu Lu shouted to the crying villagers, seeing the coffin stabilize again.

Look how happy they were that day. They should smile today too.

Why aren’t they smiling?

Did they suddenly realize they don’t like smiling?

“Don’t worry, everyone. If Young Master Hu isn’t satisfied, it’ll be your family’s turn. I know everyone wants a snow bride in their family. Mr. Hu is so kind, he’ll definitely give everyone a chance.”

The villagers who were trying to dissuade the six families immediately changed their expressions and stepped back, hearing this.

The young men of similar age were so scared they wanted to run away.

Lu Lu sneered.

Zaoya was rare in her resistance from the start, but there were many girls who genuinely saw being chosen as lucky and something to be proud of.

So, the others knew, didn’t they?

Then why teach their daughters this, instill this in them from childhood?

There were six people in the coffin. The air was scarce, and it was crowded. They naturally couldn’t last long, much shorter than Han Jiao. Soon, the sounds and shaking subsided.

The pain of suffocation made the six struggle desperately.

So painful.

Zaoya’s brother scratched and clawed at the coffin walls, but no matter how hard he struggled, the lid remained motionless, and there was no hope of escape.

He had no strength left.

The other five were the same.

He seemed to hear his parents’ cries, then the painful cries slowly faded.

Seeing the coffin stop moving, Zaoya’s parents knew what it meant. They knelt on the ground, begging Mr. Hu and the players to spare their son.

Their heads hit the hard, cold stone slabs, quickly turning red, but they didn’t seem to feel it, continuing to beg.

“So pitiful,” Han Jiao whispered. Wen Renxi turned to look at her, but only saw a smile on her face, no pity at all.

“Mm, so pitiful.”