Yu Yanluo, who was in the cave, was watching Zu An and the paper bride fight when a flash of red light appeared and the two disappeared.
She was greatly alarmed and hurriedly looked around to check, while also releasing her spiritual energy to sense things. Unfortunately, she couldn't find any trace of Zu An, and even the paper bride had vanished without a trace.
She suddenly looked at Kong Qing beside her: "What did you do to him?"
Kong Qing replied in a deep voice, "He should have been pulled into the paper bride's special space, and he probably won't be able to get out for a while."
Upon hearing this, Jian Taiding, who was in the corner, was overjoyed. Heaven truly had eyes; that troublesome fellow had finally disappeared.
He had heard of the Paper Bride; countless masters had met their demise at her hands, seemingly bewitched by her illusions, their souls and spirits ultimately drained away, leaving only the shell of a living dead.
Ideally, I should drain Zaun dry in the illusion, so that there might still be a chance to salvage the situation between my sister-in-law and me.
While he was in high spirits, Yu Yanluo was worried. Upon hearing Kong Qing's explanation, she raised her eyebrows and said, "Are you kidding me? How could her cultivation level possibly form a domain?"
If it were just a simple illusion, Zaun's true form should still be here, but even his true form has disappeared, clearly indicating that he has been pulled into a special space.
However, this ability is usually only possessed by grandmasters and is called a domain. Within a domain, they are gods.
In a sense, her world in her paintings was a prototype of a domain. However, due to her special circumstances, the help of the priest, and her early fortuitous encounter with a magical artifact called "Thousand Miles of Mountains and Seas Map," she was able to create her own space.
Although it was amazing, its power was far inferior to that of the Grandmasters' domains.
What qualifications does the paper bride have to create a domain?
Kong Qing shook his head: "It's not a domain, but rather that her studies are very special, and combined with her personal experiences, she created a strange space."
Although the other party was nominally under his control, he had never been afraid of him. It was precisely because of this trump card that even he was wary of him.
Although she was a demon, Yu Yanluo was so beautiful that he couldn't bear to see her angry and worried. He comforted her, saying, "Madam Yu, please rest assured. Brother Zu is a friend of the princess, and the paper bride just heard what happened. I don't think he will really hurt her."
"If anything really happens to him, all of you will be buried with him," Yu Yanluo said coldly, her pretty face frosty.
Kong Qing frowned slightly but didn't say anything.
The night elf standing nearby couldn't help but sneer, "Such arrogance."
Kong Qing, the most powerful cultivator on our side, has already gained the upper hand before even making a move. Where does this woman get the courage to say such things? Are all beautiful women this unreasonable?
Yu Yanluo closed her eyes and completely ignored him.
Jian Taiding's face was ashen. If he had still harbored some illusions before, he was now certain that his goddess-like sister-in-law, the sister-in-law who looked down on all men, did indeed have special concern for that man surnamed Zu.
"If she ever cared about me like this, I'd die happy." Jian Taiding leaned against the ice wall, feeling somewhat disheartened. The coldness of the ice wall numbed his body, but what was even more numb at this moment was his heart.
He even forgot he was angry with Zuan.
At this moment, Zuan was naturally unaware of everything outside; he found himself in a forest.
There were some red cloths hanging in the trees on both sides, as if someone was holding a wedding.
However, the red cloth hanging on the withered trees and dead bamboo in this desolate wilderness just felt a bit out of place.
The ground was covered with a thick layer of withered yellow leaves, and a thin mist hung in the air. There seemed to be a few tombstones deep in the woods.
A black crow kept cawing on a branch, making the surroundings seem even more desolate and eerie.
Zuan frowned. What was going on? I remember I should be in the ice cave. Where was Yu Yanluo?
Oh right, it seems like I was just fighting the paper bride...
He secretly pinched his thigh, and a pain came, clearly indicating that his physical body was also there. He couldn't help but feel a jolt in his heart. Could this be a domain?
No, that's not right. If it's a domain, then that paper bride must have the cultivation of a Grandmaster. She could easily defeat me with just one finger. Why would she need to waste so much effort?
Just then, the sound of musical instruments suddenly came from afar. Listening carefully, it seemed to be the sound of weddings and processions that used to be heard in the village.
However, the tones and timbres of those instruments seemed somewhat different, and when played, they not only lacked any festive feeling but also had an eerie quality.
At this moment, a thick fog surged out from the path in the woods to the east, and there seemed to be some red figures moving inside the fog.
As the music grew closer, he gradually realized it was a wedding procession. Some people were holding plaques, while others were playing musical instruments, escorting a large bridal sedan chair as it slowly emerged from the center.
Every single person in the group was dressed in red, from their clothes and shoes to their hats, making it quite jarring to look at.
"Could the paper bride be sitting in the sedan chair?" Zu An secretly became wary.
Suddenly, a series of sharp suona horn sounds came from the west.
The suona is truly an unbeatable instrument; no other instrument can drown out its sound.
He was very familiar with this music; he had heard it many times at funerals in the village before.
Ironically, the wedding procession also had a suona (a traditional Chinese wind instrument), truly a instrument that can "play" you from birth to death.
However, Zuan couldn't laugh at this moment, staring intently at the road to the west.
As a thick fog rolled in, a funeral procession slowly emerged, its members dressed in mourning clothes, their bodies disheveled, carrying a pitch-black coffin.
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