The two shared a surprisingly similar goal: to destroy the cage imprisoning the vengeful spirit, help the ghost bride break free, and sabotage the instance!
"The wedding will be postponed until midnight tomorrow..." Wen Baiqiu's eyes flashed with a cold light: "That will be when the evil formation is at its strongest, and the confinement will be at its weakest. That will be the best time to make a move!"
Xiao Jin gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist, a chilling killing intent mingling with a barely perceptible hint of anticipation in his eyes: "Then... let this 'great joy' become a true... final chapter of blood sacrifice!"
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It's almost midnight.
The old house seemed like a ferocious beast that had been thoroughly enraged, awakening from its silence and emitting a dull and painful groan.
The ubiquitous dark red "囍" characters grew increasingly viscous and dripping, like freshly spilled hot blood. The lanterns hanging under the eaves swayed wildly, their shadows twisting and writhing like a chaotic dance of demons.
The sweet, rotten smell in the air was replaced by a sharper, more pungent sulfur and burnt odor, so oppressive that it made one's heart pound out of their chest.
"The auspicious time has arrived!"
The butler's dry, rigid voice, yet carrying a strange excitement, rang out like a death knell in the minds of all the players!
In an instant, the door to the west wing room was suddenly pushed open by an invisible force!
Outside the door, there was no longer an empty corridor, but two rows of "servants" who looked like they had crawled out of a grave!
They were still wearing dark blue robes, their faces stiff and pale, but now two clusters of eerie green will-o'-the-wisps were burning in their empty eye sockets.
The white paper lanterns they carried emitted a chilling, eerie green light, illuminating the entire corridor as if it were a ghostly realm.
"Please, gentlemen...the groom...move to...the wedding hall...to complete the marriage..." The butler's voice was broken and intermittent, carrying an irresistible pressure.
Xiao Jin was the first to step out of the room.
She was still wearing that dazzling red groom's robe, holding the long sword upside down.
Unusually, Amo did not conceal itself, but instead perched warily on Xiao Jin's shoulder, its cold vertical pupils sweeping over the group of eerie, ghostly servants without the slightest ripple.
However, the icy killing intent emanating from his body, which was almost solidified, caused the ghostly flames in the eye sockets of the servants on both sides to flicker slightly.
Chu Yuan, Zhan Wenchen, Wen Baiqiu, and others followed closely behind.
Chu Yuan's face was tense, his muscles were bulging, and his eyes swept around fiercely, as if he was ready to suddenly smash something at any moment.
Zhan Wenchen pushed up his glasses, his gaze behind the lenses calmly recording every subtle change in the environment.
Wen Baiqiu wore a white suit with a red robe over it, maintaining her elegant demeanor, but the barely perceptible glow emanating from her fingertips indicated that she was on high alert.
A moment later, Lu Jing slowly sauntered out of the house, his bone whip dragging on the ground, making a teeth-grinding scraping sound.
However, his eyes, hidden in the shadow of his hood, were unabashedly and intently fixed on Xiao Jin.
From his upright back to his lean waist, I scanned him back and forth, as if appraising a novel and interesting prey.
Xiao Jin's back muscles tensed instantly, and her fingers gripping the knife tightened slightly. She didn't turn around, but a chilling killing intent, more piercing than the eerie wind of the old house, swept backward with a "whoosh"!
Lu Jing grunted, but the corners of his mouth under the hood widened even more, as if he was enjoying this cold threat.
After a while, he licked his canine teeth and finally toned down his overly blatant gaze.
No rush... no rush...
Lin Xia and Bai Yang followed at the back, their faces pale, practically being "escorted" forward by the servants with ghastly green lanterns.
Wang Yuqing did not appear. It is unknown whether she has completely collapsed and hidden away, or whether she has met with misfortune.
Although she attacked Wen Baiqiu yesterday, Wen Baiqiu did not kill her, or perhaps he had forgotten about it.
Because his attention was focused on Liu Man and Xiao Jin, Wang Yuqing escaped unscathed.
Inside the wedding hall—the main hall, which had been burned down and then eerily restored during the day, was now brightly lit, but with an extremely unsettling, eerie crimson glow.
The room was filled with brand-new, bright red silk and double happiness symbols, but it still couldn't hide the strong smell of burning and the faint stench of blood.
At this moment, the players saw that the two sides of the hall were filled with "guests"—people dressed in Republic of China-era clothing, with pale faces and empty, numb eyes.
They stood upright, with stiff, uniform "smiles" on their faces, like the children in a paper craft shop.
The head seat at the very top of the hall is empty.
Standing beside him was the butler with a chalky white face, his smile widening into an extremely eerie arc, his murky eyes churning with greed and resentment.
However, there was no bride in the center of the hall.
There was only a dark red, thin-skinned coffin with the lid half open!
On the ground surrounding the coffin, a huge and sinister magic circle was drawn in blood! The runes were twisted, emanating a nauseating stench and powerful fluctuations of yin energy!
This is precisely the core of the **Soul-Locking and Spirit-Refining Array** that Wen Baiqiu saw in the evil book!
"The auspicious time has arrived... Grooms, please enter the formation... and marry your brides..." The butler raised his withered hand and pointed to the coffin and the blood formation.
Marriage? Entering the formation? This is clearly a plan to use them as final human sacrifices, filling this evil formation to completely complete the forging of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.
However, the Taoist priest died, the formation flipped, and the groom who entered the formation was destined to become food for the bride's vengeful spirit!
The group exchanged glances, their eyes already forming a plan.
They thought there would be a final selection process for the groom, but it turns out the other side was planning to take all the spots.
The situation is different now. This time, the players have reached a consensus with the Ghost Bride, and the rules will be changed!
"Go to hell!" Chu Yuan was the first to erupt. With a roar, his muscles bulged, and his iron fist gleamed with a bronze metallic luster. With a violent gale, he slammed it down on the paper figure guest closest to him!
"Bang!"
The paper guest was surprisingly resilient; it was only dented when struck, and then countless pale paper scraps, as if alive, surged out of its body and wrapped around Chu Yuan's arm.
At the same time, the stiff smiles of all the paper guests on both sides instantly turned ferocious, and they let out sharp screechs, rushing towards the crowd like a tidal wave!
"Attack!" Xiao Jin shouted coldly, drawing his long sword!
The blade's gleam was no longer bright; instead, it carried a layer of cold, dark, malevolent energy!
She moved with the blade, swirling into the onrushing crowd of paper figures like a whirlwind! Where the blade passed, paper scraps flew everywhere, and the black mist dissipated!
Those paper figures may seem fragile, but they are actually incredibly strong and fearless. Their sharp nails and teeth, accompanied by a chilling wind, viciously claw and bite!
Amo leaped off Xiao Jin's shoulder with a deafening hiss, its body suddenly expanding. Its thick python tail swept across like a steel whip, instantly shattering seven or eight paper figures.
The pungent, sweet-smelling poisonous breath corroded the blood array runes on the ground!
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