Before his consciousness faded, Shen Ye seemed to see a man appear before him. He was wearing a floor-length robe, and his long hair was tied up high, revealing a handsome widow's peak...
Perhaps she has mental problems, or perhaps she has fallen in love with that man at first sight.
While Shen Ye was unconscious, he had a dream, a dream about the man he saw before he fell unconscious.
The dream made Shen Ye feel a pain in her heart, and subconsciously she felt as if she owed someone a wedding.
Sitting in the bridal sedan chair, Shen Ye felt increasingly uneasy. It was strange for a man like him to be sitting in a bridal sedan chair. He tried to speak, but found that he couldn't utter a sound at all.
No matter how much it shook, its body remained seated in the same place, without moving an inch.
What's going on? Why can't I speak or move?
And why isn't a red veil worn during the wedding? Why is it a wedding for two men?
A series of questions surfaced in Shen Ye's mind. Before he could think further, a cool breeze blew in, lifting the sedan curtain. Through the gap, Shen Ye saw the woman walking beside the sedan chair. Her face was as white as paper, with two smears of rouge on her pale cheeks, which made it even more obvious that she was not a person, but a paper doll.
Shen Ye was so frightened that her heart skipped a beat, and she immediately screamed, but she still couldn't make a sound.
His heart was pounding faster and faster, as if it were about to burst out of his chest at any moment.
The sedan curtains swayed in the wind, and Shen Ye clearly saw the last man she saw before she fainted. He was dressed in wedding attire, riding a tall horse at the front, but his expression was icy, like a dead man's face, without a trace of emotion or joy.
After an unknown amount of time, the bridal sedan chair stopped. Shen Ye involuntarily stood up and, led by the paper matchmaker, stepped out of the sedan chair.
Only then did Shen Ye realize that the people welcoming the bride were all paper figures, and none of them had feet. They were not wearing bright red wedding clothes, but black mourning clothes.
The man dismounted at some point and stood at the entrance of an ancient house. He glanced sideways, his icy gaze falling on Shen Ye, sharp as a blade, his entire being radiating a hatred that seemed to wish he could tear him to pieces.
Under his sharp, piercing gaze, Shen Ye's body was uncontrollably led by him using a flower ball made of two red ribbons tied at both ends.
After walking for a long time, a light appeared ahead, and only then did Shen Ye realize that this was a mourning hall.
Inside the mourning hall, seven or eight coffins were neatly arranged, with an incense table in the very center, upon which were placed dragon and phoenix red candles.
Why are there so many coffins? What on earth is going on?
"Please bring out the coffin, clansmen!" a high-pitched voice suddenly shouted.
The once quiet mourning hall was filled with the creaking sound of fingernails scratching against the wooden planks.
Upon closer listening, Shen Ye realized the sounds were coming from inside the coffin, which terrified him and made him tremble uncontrollably.
Suddenly, the coffin lids were opened, and withered, emaciated hands reached out from them. Then, several ancient corpses crawled out. They were both men and women, with shriveled skin, sunken eye sockets, and their eyeballs starkly fixed on their faces. The way they looked at Chen Ye was as if they wanted to tear him to pieces.
At the same time, they stretched out their hands and walked towards Chen Ye together, constantly making ghostly noises.
Ah~
Shen Ye suddenly opened his eyes and was greeted by a familiar room, but this did not bring him a sense of security. Instead, it made him even more fearful and terrified.
Because, right next to his bed, sat a person!
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