The advantage of using a high-level cursed object as a navigation device is that it won’t take her on a detour like those stupid navigation apps.

The magic mirror automatically captured the safest and fastest route for her.

The paper man said that he could not go left, but Jiang Ji turned left, following the scepter and turning left and right, trying his best to avoid the servants and maids along the way.

There were some things that were unavoidable, and she acted as if she had gotten the standard answers, and each time she happened to hide in these weird blind spots.

Although the paper man was not of high rank, Jiang Ji had gone deep into the enemy camp and did not think he would have a chance of survival after being discovered.

This body is still too weak...

She was tired of walking again.

Funeral hall.

The lanterns hung in the Lu residence tonight are all bright red, except for the white paper lanterns hung outside the mourning hall, which are easy to find.

Jiang Ji smelled a faint stench from a distance. She was very familiar with this smell, it was the stench of a rotting corpse.

The smell attracted her. The closer she got to the mourning hall, the stronger the smell became. By the time she reached the front of the hall, it was as strong as a poison gas bomb.

The stench of a corpse was a smell that went straight to the soul, and it stimulated Jiang Ji's tears to come out.

This is much more smelly than the clothes she was wearing. No wonder those ghost guests said that the ghost groom was so rotten that water was leaking everywhere.

You can smell this stench everywhere on the street, right?

A big Chinese character "甸" (meaning "diao") was erected in the hall, and the elegiac couplets on both sides read "her voice and appearance are still there, and her noble virtues will live on forever."

A pitch-black coffin was placed in the center of the mourning hall with the lid open.

An unknown liquid slowly flowed out from the bottom of the coffin. When it was about to touch Jiang Ji's shoes, she jumped back as if she had been electrocuted... Ugh, so dirty.

The groom's wedding suit was neatly folded and placed on the table at the side, but he had not had time to change into it.

Jiang Ji suddenly had an idea in her mind. She controlled the urge to escape from here and mustered up the courage to go to the coffin.

The man in the coffin was wearing shrouds, and his face was no longer clearly visible. It was more like a white and swollen cake that had fallen into a water tank than a corpse.

A pool of black water gathered under the male corpse.

Needless to say, Jiang Ji also knew that this thing was corpse water.

She looked down at him for a few times, then turned and left. "I suddenly changed my mind. I'm tired. Let's go home."

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【？ ？ ？】

Seeing that Jiang Jizhen was about to leave and rushed to the door faster than when he came, the system quickly said:

[Considering the host's physical and mental health, the friendly mode has been activated and the corpse water has been replaced with Coke. Would you like to take a look? ]

Jiang Ji: “…”

Damn! It's even more perverted, okay?

But the stench did dissipate a lot, and under the system's persuasion, Jiang Ji moved over very reluctantly.

She pinched her two fingers, grabbed the soft, rotten and boneless hand, took off the red rope on her wrist, and tied it to the man's corpse.

She then took the groom's other hand, untied the thicker red rope, and tied it to her own hand.

As a next step, Jiang Ji decisively bought two decoration cards.

First, move the body from the coffin to the side, take out Alexia's wedding dress, put it on Master Lu in a messy way, and take out the wrinkled red veil to cover him.

He then picked up the groom's wedding suit and put it on himself, and finally used the decoration card to move the body to the side room.

After arranging everything, Jiang Ji turned around and rushed out of the mourning hall.

The moment she tied the red rope, she felt Fang He's presence.

The house where Fang He was located was not far from the mourning hall, but he met many servants and maids on the way, and Jiang Ji's bright red wedding dress was too ostentatious, so he spent half of his time hiding from place to place, and the mental strength that he had finally recovered was exhausted again.

There were flowers blooming in the Lu family's yard, but there was no locust tree, and no extra eyes staring at her.

Jiang Ji went into the house and quickly closed the door.

A red figure was sitting quietly in front of the bed, with the big red wedding curtain half-down. From Jiang Ji's perspective, it was not very clear.

She walked forward, but the more she looked, the more she felt something was wrong.

Fang He looks a lot taller than I remembered?

With suspicion in her mind, she gradually slowed down her pace until she reached the round table. Jiang Ji saw clearly the pair of hands folded on her knees.

The veins on his wrist were clearly visible, and the lines were smooth and perfect, but... there was no red rope tied on it.

Damn it, it’s not Fang He!

With alarm bells ringing in his heart, Jiang Ji turned around and ran away without hesitation, with a gust of wind blowing behind him.

The next second, she was grabbed by the waist and fell to the ground.

There was a clear click.

"Ah!" Jiang Ji groaned in pain and stretched himself.

The fake bride was also startled when she heard her voice. She pulled off her bright red veil, revealing a handsome but cold face.

"Why are you running?" Ying Huai was puzzled.

Jiang Ji wanted to cry, and kicked the air angrily: "You saw the bride turned into a man, aren't you afraid?"

Seeing Jiang Ji's eyes slightly red, he sighed, brushed off his wide sleeves, and sat down on the bed, "Where are you hurt?"

Jiang Ji's hand silently touched the coccyx: "..."

She chose to change the subject, "Why are you here? Where's Fang He?"

She looked around with difficulty, but saw no other figure.

Ying Huai leaned down, and the cold breath of cedar was very close to her for a moment, but quickly withdrew. He took a pillow and placed it under her. His hot fingertips accidentally touched her waist, like a spark falling in the silent snow. Jiang Ji shrank back uncomfortably.

Ying Huai's eyes fell on the red string on her wrist and he raised his eyebrows slightly.

"It took some time to tame the ghost sedan chair, and Jin took her out."

This bright red wedding dress was made to be generous in size and the color was extremely red, but it did not look feminine. Ying Huai had deep and aggressive facial features to begin with, and when he wore it, his eyebrows drooped and a few strands of jet-black hair hung in front of his forehead, making his demeanor even more casual yet gorgeous.

"The strange stories here are not simple." Ying Huai said.

"You are mine, I'm coming in to help you collect your body."