Chapter 552
Before me was a swaying beaded curtain and a dim red hue.
She raised her hand and pulled, and the veil embroidered with dragons and phoenixes fell into her hands.
Um?
A veil? A bride?
Coupled with the eerie, joyful music that kept lingering in her ears, Wen Xin raised an eyebrow.
So, is she on her way to get married?
Getting married right at the start of the story, that's pretty exciting!
Wen Xin looked around the bridal sedan chair, and when she lowered her eyes, she saw the jade ruyi placed on her body. It seemed that her identity as a bride was not simple, or rather, she was going to marry into a powerful and wealthy family.
What happened to those soul fragments?
How could she have died on her way to getting married?
Hmm, given the nature of angst-filled stories, this marriage is probably not simple at all.
Wen Xin immediately imagined the unfortunate backgrounds of female protagonists in ancient tragic novels, such as a substitute bride who was poisoned to death, or a pitiful girl whose fate was manipulated in a power struggle.
Then she recalled the tragic ancient romance novels she had read, where a substitute bride would witness her husband consummating his marriage with another woman on her wedding night, or be tortured to the point of bleeding by a worthless male protagonist, and then there would be contraceptive soup, being thrown into a dilapidated courtyard or a dark, bloody dungeon after falling out of favor, and other chilling plots.
Wen Xin couldn't help but shudder. If that really happened, would she just stab the stupid male lead in the angst novel to death?
Xiao Jin: "..." Wait, Master, aren't these two choices the same?
Wen Xin: "Yeah, you have a problem with that?"
Anyway, she's unlikely to follow any tragic romance novel script.
Even killing the male protagonist is impossible.
Dare to mistreat her? Ha!
Xiao Jin's lips twitched. "Ahem, no problem, but Master, this isn't the ancient world."
Wen Xin: "Hmm?"
Before Wen Xin could ask any more questions, the swaying bridal sedan chair suddenly stopped.
She suddenly felt a chill around her... oh, not a chill, but a very, extremely chill.
Wait, wait a minute, Wen Xin's almond-shaped eyes widened. This is...
Ghosts, ghostly aura?
The supernatural world?
Oh my god, who is she going to marry?
This incredibly dense ghostly aura... could it be what she's thinking?
Wen Xin is going to Spartacus!
Dame, she's just a weak, innocent, ordinary girl. Marrying a ghost? She can't do it, she's so scared!
Little Jin's small eyes held a great deal of confusion.
Would the owner be afraid of this?
How can you not believe it at all!
Amidst the jubilant joy, Wen Xin suddenly felt the bridal sedan chair float up again.
float?
Floating up?
Ahhhhh, help!
Her inner monologue was racing, but the girl inside the bridal sedan chair was actually completely expressionless. Before the sedan chair landed again, she was able to calmly put the veil back on herself.
The location was really inconvenient, and she couldn't merge the memories of the soul fragments with the Heavenly Dao plot for the time being, so she could only take it one step at a time.
Waaah, she's most afraid of ghosts.
Starting with such a huge plot twist, what a stupid Heavenly Dao storyline, all they know is to torment this poor little heroine.
Little Jin couldn't bear to watch anymore. Master, when you're pretending to be pitiful, could you please stop pulling the dog leash in your sleeve, looking like you're about to go on a killing spree?
"Please get out of the sedan chair, bride."
The joyful and excited voice of the matchmaker in her ear made Wen Xin feel like her sanity was about to drop to zero.
A gust of cold wind swept in, and the sedan curtain was instantly lifted. Wen Xin's consciousness wavered for a moment, and she felt herself lying on a cold and thin back... as thin as paper.
The matchmaker carried the bride on her back and happily walked towards the bridal chamber.
Wen Xin: "!!!"
There's a ghost!
Is this paper sturdy? Will it break if I drop it?
Why can't you just find a normal ghost to carry her?
Xiao Jin: "..." Hmm, this is what Master is afraid of!
Soon, Wen Xin was thrown onto the wedding bed, and then... that was it?
Um?
What about the wedding ceremony?
Where is the dead groom?
That's it?
She was just about to cut off the groom's head with a rope and use it as a racket if the deadbeat groom turned out to be the male lead or was too ugly.
This caused Wen Xin's "hard-won" courage to vanish in an instant.
What a freaking casual wedding!
Wen Xin sat on the wedding bed, holding the jade ruyi in a daze. Her veil had not yet been lifted, and the bridal chamber was eerily quiet, without even the sound of candles burning.
She lowered her eyes, her vision obstructed, and could only see her red wedding dress and her feet, adorned with red embroidered shoes, on the footstool.
Should we lift the veil?
Suddenly, she felt a sharp, cold gaze fall upon her, filled with scrutiny and a subtle emotion so complex that she couldn't quite decipher its meaning.
However, with this gaze, the already eerie bridal chamber became even more oppressive and gloomy. The yin energy around her was almost tangible, and she was so cold that her teeth chattered.
However, these ghostly energies did not seem to intend to kill her for the time being. Being in an unfamiliar place and without any memories, Wen Xin decided to endure it for the time being and observe first.
Most importantly, deep within her heart, in the remnants of her soul fragments, she felt not repulsion or resentment towards this ghostly aura, but rather a deep sense of guilt and sorrow.
Oh, I see. It seems her dead groom isn't the male lead in a sadomasochistic novel!
Since a fight is impossible, then...
Wen Xin skillfully feigned pitifulness. Her thin body trembled, her pearly teeth biting her red lips, and her weak voice sobbed softly, looking utterly pathetic, "Cold, so cold..."
The eerie atmosphere in the new house paused for a moment, as if it were tense, before quickly dissipating.
As her body warmed up, Wen Xin was certain that the mysterious, dead groom meant her no harm, and she relaxed slightly.
However, she still didn't remove the veil. Since the pitiful and weak persona had been established, it couldn't be allowed to collapse.
Wen Xin collapsed weakly onto the wedding bed, clutching her stomach and curling up like a small, pitiful animal on the verge of death.
The surrounding ghostly aura was frightened.
He didn't do anything to her!
Is this fragile little human going to die?
The ghostly energy swirled anxiously in the void before landing and gradually solidifying into a tall, slender black figure.
The rich scent of sandalwood filled the entire new house with his arrival.
Wen Xin's nose twitched. This smell was somewhat similar to that of a Buddhist temple where incense burns year-round.
Um?
The smell of incense ash?
Why would a ghost smell like that?
Moreover, she could also sense that this ghostly aura was not ordinary yin energy.
Powerful and unpredictable, it faintly carries a divine quality.
god?
A pale hand hesitantly reached out to the human girl on the wedding bed and removed her veil.
The girl's beautiful face came into his view. A beaded curtain hung over her fair cheeks, and her almond-shaped eyes were misty and pitiful.
She seemed startled by the sudden bright light, biting her lip timidly, her little face full of surprise and unease.
Wen Xin opened her eyes slightly, staring blankly at the person in front of her... a non-human man.
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