The female corpse was dressed in a phoenix coronet and wedding robes. Her skin was as white as if it had been brushed with flour, but it looked very elastic and plump, unlike a dead person.

Her cherry-red lips looked as if they were stained with blood, and her hands were as white as paper, which made her bright red nail polish look even more eerie.

With cherry-like lips, eyebrows like distant mountains, and a delicate nose, the female corpse's appearance was exquisite and beautiful, and also possessed a classical charm.

Apart from her pale, bloodless skin and excessively red lips, she looked like a classical beauty in a deep sleep.

Wang Ming stared intently at the female corpse, unaware that drool was dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, the female corpse jumped out of the coffin, her arms outstretched, and stood upright on the ground.

Two dents had been left under her feet by her own feet.

"Who will carry her into the sedan chair?" the matchmaker, Li, asked.

"I'll do it! I'll do it!"

Wang Ming happily accepted the job, squatting down to carry the female corpse on his back.

As soon as the female corpse's feet left the ground, Wang Ming's forehead veins bulged and his face turned bright red.

"Wang Ming, are you sure you can do this?" The fat man looked at Wang Ming with suspicion.

"Okay! Absolutely no problem!" Wang Ming gritted his teeth and used all his strength. He hunched over, his legs trembling, and slowly carried the female corpse to the sedan chair.

After finally getting the female corpse into the sedan chair, Wang Ming's legs were as weak as noodles.

His pale lips trembled, and he was covered in cold sweat.

"Thank you for your hard work." Matchmaker Li flicked her handkerchief at Wang Ming and said with a charming smile, "The paper effigy alone can't lift the sedan chair. I'll need the four of you to help carry it."

"As for Xiaoyin, how can a bride be without a maid? Although you are a man, you have delicate features, so I'll have to ask you to dress up as a woman for a while."

"Oh, okay." Xia Linyin nodded, and then the matchmaker Li pulled her to apply two patches of rouge to her cheeks, put a big red paper flower in her hair, and put on a dress made of red paper.

Finally, the matchmaker, Li, slipped a lantern into Xia Linyin's hand.

Satisfied, Li the matchmaker clapped her hands and said, "Alright, let's go."

Matchmaker Li rang her bell, and the paper figures began to play suonas and beat gongs.

The howling and wailing sounded like demonic noises.

Xia Linyin followed beside the sedan chair, carrying a lantern, feeling extremely annoyed by the wailing and chattering sounds.

Meanwhile, the matchmaker, Li, followed on the other side of the sedan chair, her face beaming with joy, humming a tune along with the sound of the suona horn.

Sister Liu, carrying the sedan chair, was so tempted by the paper figures that she almost gave up. However, when she looked up at Xia Linyin in front of her, she couldn't help but laugh.

She felt that the matchmaker, Li, must be jealous of Xia Linyin's good looks. Otherwise, why would she dress herself up so beautifully and do such good makeup, while Xia Linyin's face was covered up like a monkey's butt and she had a gaudy red flower on her head that made her look more like a matchmaker than she did.

The two large characters "客栈" (inn) on the signboard were so bright red they looked as if they were dripping with blood.

A stunningly beautiful woman with a slender figure leaned against the door, watching the approaching group, and called out, "Sir, would you like a room?"

"Shopkeeper, no, we need to hurry on our way," Li the matchmaker replied.

"Where are we headed? It seems we don't need this many people." The woman said, her gaze lingering on Xia Linyin and the others.

“We are here on the orders of King Wu to welcome the Queen. How can we not make a grand entrance? Shopkeeper, don’t you agree?” Matchmaker Li took out a stack of ghost money from her sleeve and stuffed it into the woman’s hand.

The woman put away the ghost money and chuckled, "No problem, no problem. Since it's for the wedding of the Marquis of Wu, he's a distinguished guest. If accommodation is inconvenient, a meal is always possible."

The matchmaker's expression changed, but the woman acted as if she hadn't noticed and continued, "Don't worry, I will treat you well."

Although the matchmaker's expression wasn't very pleasant, she still agreed.

The inn was empty; there wasn't a single person inside. The six of them sat down at a dining table.

Xia Linyin stroked the high-heeled shoe pattern on her wrist without speaking. Although she didn't know whether the woman was human or ghost, or what her purpose was, she wasn't afraid when she heard the name of the Marquis of Wu, which proved that the woman's cultivation was definitely not shallow. Otherwise, the matchmaker Li wouldn't have shown any fear.

The woman was quick; in no time, she brought out a pot of roasted chicken from the kitchen.

The juicy, crispy-on-the-outside, tender-on-the-inside roasted chicken exudes an enticing aroma that makes one's mouth water.

"Gentlemen, please try my cooking."

"Oh dear, my stomach hasn't been feeling well these past few days, so I can't eat meat. I won't try it," said Matchmaker Li with a regretful expression.

"Manager, you are so beautiful and have such a great figure. I feel so inferior to you. No, I must diet so that one day I can have a waist as slender and delicate as yours." Xia Linyin looked at the woman with envy.

The woman paused for a moment, then covered her mouth and giggled, "Look at those little lips, they're as sweet as honey."

"I'm currently practicing a secret technique that requires me to abstain from meat for forty-nine days. Shopkeeper, please forgive me for not being able to break this rule," Old Wu said, blatantly lying with a straight face.

"I don't like eating chicken." Sister Liu smiled awkwardly.

If the woman was smiling quite happily when Xia Linyin spoke, the smile on her face has now gradually faded.

"Is that so?" the woman asked quietly, turning her gaze to the fat man and Wang Ming. "And what about you two?"

"I've been on a diet lately," the fat man said, patting his belly, seemingly oblivious to the woman's murderous glare.

The woman's face became somewhat ferocious and distorted, releasing a chilling aura that instantly swept through the entire inn, making it difficult for people to breathe.

Wang Ming's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He wanted to say something, but when he met the woman's cold gaze, he could only show a tearful expression.

"I...I really like eating chicken."

"That's more like it. Now, try this chicken and see how it tastes." The woman eagerly placed a chicken leg into Wang Ming's bowl.

Wang Ming swallowed hard, took a bite of the chicken leg under the woman's gaze, and nodded, saying, "Delicious...so good."

As the woman watched Wang Ming eat chicken, she placed her slender fingers on his shoulders, leaned down, and whispered in his ear, "I really like you. Will you stay here with me?"