Xu Milu made an excuse to decline, and Bai Wuchang didn't bring it up again, only smiling and saying:

"The Northern Ghost King Cui He lives in Fengdu City. According to the rules of weddings in the underworld, the sedan chair carrying the bride must make a round in the city. Madam Xu only needs to wait here for a short while and she will see it!"

As fate would have it, no sooner had the White Impermanence finished speaking than the sounds of string and wind instruments came from within the hazy mist:

"clank--"

"Clang clang clang clang—clang clang clang—"

The sound of the pipa suddenly exploded, accompanied by bursts of konghou and flute notes. The initially faint music gradually became clearer, and several little ghosts dressed in red paper clothes appeared at the end of the road, hopping and skipping while playing the flutes they held in their hands.

"Waaaaah... Waaaaahhhhhh—"

"Waaaaah—waaaaah—"

The music was clearly a joyous tune, but for some reason, it carried an eerie and mournful quality. Along with the bright red sedan chair appeared a dozen or so paper figures of women, their faces powdered and painted with red rouge. They giggled and scattered gold paper money into the crowd.

"Hehehe! Congratulations, Your Majesty, on the acquisition of your beautiful bride!"

"Hehehe! Congratulations, Your Majesty, on the acquisition of your new bride!"

Hehehe! Hehehe!

The shrill sound was truly terrifying. The bright red bridal sedan chair, the white paper figures, the paper money falling everywhere, and the sobbing and wailing music made Xu Milu really want to act out a death scene.

"Senior sister, I'm scared."

Chen Xiang was quite frank, squatting down to cover his eyes with Xu Milu's sleeve, while Mo Xuan, who hadn't said a word until now, shrank behind Xu Milu from the bottom of his heart, his legs trembling as if he had been electrocuted.

Xu Milu: "..."

That was a miscalculation.

She only remembered that she had to save people, forgetting that she was also afraid of ghosts.

It's that kind of feeling where she knows psychologically that the other person can't do anything to her, but she's still afraid!

Paper figures escort the bride, and little ghosts clear the way—this must be a real underworld wedding.

It seems like things won't be easy to arrange a dinner today.

She sighed deeply.

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