"break!"
With a cold shout, the long blade, imbued with immense killing intent, shot towards the wall like an arrow released from a bow.
"Boom!"
The rotten wooden wall was pierced by the blade as if it were made of paper, leaving a large hole.
A richer, more ancient, chilly aura and a strong smell of incense ash wafted over.
Dust settled down, and Xiao Jin looked closely.
Behind the wall lay an extremely small, completely sealed chamber. In the center of the chamber sat a dark red, thin-skinned coffin, also covered in eerie runes!
The coffin lid was half open, and there were no remains inside, only a phoenix coronet and wedding robe that were neatly folded and still brightly colored.
It looks different from the interior, so it was clearly made with care.
In addition, the surrounding ground was littered with the remains of birds and small animals, just like those in the courtyard. The inner walls of the coffin were also covered with twisted runes!
The final piece of the puzzle of the truth fell to the ground with a thud.
A girl from a poor family was sold to the Qin family by her greedy parents.
The Qin family's young master, who died young, needed a "lucky marriage," which was actually an evil ritual of arranging a living person for a ghost marriage in an attempt to "nourish" his long-dissipated soul, and even to "resurrect him through a corpse."
She was forcibly abducted and imprisoned in this dark and gloomy attic "bridal chamber".
Her cries and struggles were met with the cold binding and beatings of the servants, and the Qin family's cruel mockery and greedy scheming.
The biological parents, having received the money, not only stood by indifferently but might even have helped persuade their daughter, seeing her as a "money-losing burden" who had finally gained "value."
Those so-called relatives were full of malice, waiting to see her make a fool of herself, and even hoping that she would "marry in" soon so they could share in the profits.
In the end, amidst despair and extreme fear, she was dressed alive in that red wedding gown, stuffed into this thin-skinned coffin, and carried into the gloomy ancestral hall.
He died a painful death under the dual tortures of being buried alive and a sorcery ritual!
Overwhelming resentment and unwillingness, combined with the catalysis of evil magic, transformed her into the most terrifying vengeful ghost in this ancient house!
She hated it! She hated the cannibalistic Qin family, her greedy parents, her indifferent servants, her malicious relatives, and this twisted world!
She sacrificed herself and used overwhelming resentment as a catalyst to imprison the entire Qin family and all the living and dead involved in this space, turning them into this ghost marriage instance from which there is no reincarnation!
Xiao Jin had some guesses.
Perhaps the people of the Qin family were unwilling to be taken away by the ghost bride, and they thought of many ways to take care of her, or rather, to get rid of her.
The excavated coffin, the magic circle carved on the ground, and the meticulously made wedding dress all corroborate this point.
“So that’s how it is…” Xiao Jin’s icy voice rang out in the deathly silent chamber, carrying a chilling sense of knowing the truth.
She drew her long sword back, the blade pointing at the empty coffin and the brightly colored wedding dress.
"I have received your hatred."
"But being trapped here, never to be reborn, is that the ending you want?"
"Or perhaps..." She slightly raised the tip of her knife, pointing towards the heavily sealed-off ancestral hall outside the pavilion, her voice as cold as ice being tempered.
"You want to tear this cage apart with your own hands? To let those scum who dragged you into hell experience what true hell is like?"
In fact, over the years, it wasn't just the Qin family who were trapped; the ghost bride was trapped as well.
The ghost bride was tortured and stuffed into a wooden coffin during her wedding, so she had to relive the scene of her wedding over and over again, which was also the moment when her yin energy was at its peak.
The people of the Qin family were naturally unwilling, but because of the ghost bride, they couldn't even bring themselves to ruin the wedding.
Because if they did that, they would face even more severe punishment.
The attic, a secret room, was filled with a chilling, oppressive atmosphere.
Xiao Jin's icy voice was like ice water splashed with boiling oil, creating invisible ripples in the deathly silence.
Inside the empty coffin, the phoenix coronet and wedding robes, as vibrant as blood, moved without wind, their hems fluttering slightly! It was as if an invisible body inside was trembling violently because of her words.
The solidified dark brown stains on the walls of the secret room seemed to writhe like living things, emanating an even more piercing resentment.
A struggle that had been suppressed for far too long and almost extinguished by endless hatred suddenly began to stir!
Seeing this, Xiao Jin's eyes flickered slightly, and then she suddenly turned her head to look at the ground.
"Boom!"
A loud crash came from below, and the decaying floorboards shook violently! Two figures burst through the swirling dust and resentment, instantly appearing at the entrance to the secret chamber.
Chu Yuan's red robe was stained with dirt, his fists were clenched, and thick black liquid dripped from between his fingers, clearly indicating that he had also been through a fierce battle downstairs.
His eyes widened, and he immediately spotted the eerie empty coffin, the brightly colored wedding dress, and the writhing stains on the wall.
Chu Yuan's thick eyebrows furrowed, his fierce aura intensifying: "Damn it! This is the ghost bride's lair?"
Zhan Wenchen followed closely behind, his gold-rimmed glasses covered with a layer of dust, but his gaze behind the lenses remained as sharp as ever.
He quickly scanned the scene inside the secret chamber, his gaze lingering for a moment on the pile of bird and beast skeletons and the runes on the inner wall of the coffin, before looking at the wedding dress that was moving without wind.
Speaks rapidly yet clearly: "Human sacrifice, evil magic to refine souls... resentment is deliberately guided, bound, and transformed..."
The core of this instance is not simply a vengeful ghost, but a meticulously designed furnace of resentment!
The completion of the wedding ceremony, the 'perfect union,' signifies the complete activation of the furnace. All of us, including the last vestiges of the ghost bride's consciousness, will become nourishment and sacrifice for this evil magic, condemned to eternal damnation!
He suddenly looked at Xiao Jin: "Destroy it! We must completely destroy this furnace!"
Xiao Jin pointed her long sword diagonally at the empty coffin, the tip humming in response to the trembling of her wedding dress. A cold glint flashed in her eyes like wildfire: "That's exactly what I intended."
"Destroy? Haha! Good! That's more like it!" Chu Yuan grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked: "I hate being manipulated like this the most. What do you want to do?"
The three exchanged glances, said nothing, and then looked at the coffin together.
The goal has never been clearer—find helpers, of course!
…………
In the west wing room, a deeper poison brewed in the deathly silence.
Wang Yuqing huddled in the corner of her "wedding room," which resembled a funeral parlor, hugging her knees, her body still trembling uncontrollably.
The short scream of her boyfriend Lü Yiming as he was dragged away, the torn double happiness character on the door, the glaring fresh bloodstains on the ground... every frame was like a red-hot iron, repeatedly searing her nerves.
Wang Yuqing's tears had long since dried up, leaving only empty eyes and a muffled, gurgling sound from her throat, like a broken bellows.
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