"Let's go."
Yang Jian turned around and said to Zhang Wei and Ye Zhen.
"Wait, Leg Bro." Zhang Wei sat up, pulled out a water bottle from under the bed, still half-full of a pale yellow liquid.
"Leg Bro, this is my virgin boy urine. When we see that female ghost, I'm gonna splash it all over her. Even Qian Wanhao's grandpa couldn't take it. I don't believe this female ghost can withstand over a decade of my hardcore power."
"Brother Wei, your piss looks a bit heaty."
Ye Zhen had already fully recovered.
"Your virgin boy urine does nothing but make me stink of piss."
Yang Jian opened the door and was the first to walk out.
Since the village head wanted Zhang Wei to go to the back mountain to pick up the bride, following his instructions meant they were safe for now.
Unable to take the marriage contract away, Yang Jian could only proceed with the wedding rituals for now and find another method later.
The three of them walked along a small path heading toward the back mountain of the village.
The low-hanging sky cast a dim, gloomy light. After turning past a slope, what met their eyes was a sinister cemetery.
"Leg Bro, what the hell is that?" As Zhang Wei spoke, he opened the water bottle and splashed his virgin boy urine forward.
Under the faint daylight, a dark red bridal sedan chair stood silently beside the cemetery. Tattered red cloth hung all over the sedan, like strips of corpse-wrapping cloth soaked in blood.
Beside the sedan, the village head and a crowd of villagers held old suona horns. On their lifeless faces, pairs of hollow, vacant eyes showed no trace of a living person's spirit.
These people stood frozen in place, as if waiting for a specific moment.
"Ye Zhen, keep an eye on those people. Ah Wei, come with me to find your fiancée."
Yang Jian's ghost eye swept across the gloomy cemetery. It was clear that the bride the village head spoke of was within this graveyard.
Ye Zhen was casually leaning against a nameless tombstone.
"Little Yang, remember this: no one can order me around."
With that, Ye Zhen picked up his long sword and began searching the cemetery.
The cemetery was not too big, but the dim daylight made it hard to see the photos on the tombstones, making the search very difficult.
"Shit! Taste my piss!"
Zhang Wei suddenly yelled.
In his left hand, he held a shovel he had somehow picked up. In his right, the water bottle. He furiously sprayed the urine from the bottle onto the tombstone before him.
"Ah Wei, stop."
Yang Jian stepped forward and observed the tombstone in front of Zhang Wei.
There was only a yellowed photo on the tombstone. The woman in the photo had delicate features and a trace of coldness—she was the very woman on Zhang Wei's phone wallpaper.
Thick, vivid red covered the grave mound. Yang Jian planned to use his ghost domain to directly pull the bride out, but strangely, the ghost domain felt a barrier; his ghost domain could not penetrate the soil beneath his feet into the grave.
"This soil... it's very similar to the ghost Feng Quan controls."
"Leg Bro, what are you spacing out for? Help me dig. I've still got some virgin boy urine left. Once we dig out that female ghost, I'll dump it all on her!"
Zhang Wei was wielding the shovel, digging the grave mound vigorously. The originally compact mound, which even Yang Jian's ghost domain could not invade, now had a deep pit shoveled into it.
Yang Jian stared at the shovel in Zhang Wei's hand. He could confirm that this was a supernatural item.
"Ah Wei, let me do it."
Items tainted by the supernatural often carry extremely dangerous backlash effects. Although Zhang Wei seemed completely fine, to prevent any trouble later, Yang Jian took the shovel from Zhang Wei's hand.
The moment he gripped it, a cold sensation spread through his hand. A deeply uncomfortable touch came from the shovel, like grabbing the wrist of a corpse.
To be safe, Yang Jian focused his ghost domain onto his ghost hand, then took the shovel and scooped at the grave.
After a few digs, "Clang!"
The shovel seemed to hit something hard, making a dull thud.
"Leg Bro! Looks like we've struck something!"
Without a word, Yang Jian used the shovel to peel away the soil covering the coffin bit by bit.
An old, black coffin gradually revealed its full shape.
At that very moment, the motionless villagers behind them suddenly moved. In perfect unison, they raised their suona horns, and a deep, eerie suona sound rang out. The tone was extremely strange—both piercing and muffled.
The suona sound was faint at first, but quickly grew noisy and urgent. Then it became louder and louder. The crimson ghost domain began to faintly ripple amid the suona cries.
Yang Jian merely glanced at the crowd, then pressed his ghost hand onto the coffin lid and forcefully pried it open.
"Thud!" The instant the coffin lid was opened, his ghost eye snapped tightly shut. In the next moment, the crimson ghost domain shrank back into his body like a receding tide.
The ghost eye was suppressed. It didn't even dare look inside the coffin.
Yang Jian reacted swiftly, without any hesitation. The pitch-black ghost shadow abruptly rose and rapidly spread toward the inside of the coffin.
"Empty?"
The dead-black interior of the coffin was completely empty.
A flash of dark red passed through the corner of his eye. Yang Jian followed the glimpse.
On Zhang Wei's back, a terrifying dark-red figure was clearly clinging to him!
It was a female corpse, a red bridal veil covering her head with a large "double happiness" character on it. The scarlet wedding dress on her body looked as if it was about to drip blood. From under the wide red sleeves, a pair of withered hands were tightly gripping Zhang Wei's shoulders.
The lifeless female corpse pressed tightly against Zhang Wei's back, making it seem as if he was carrying her.
Almost instinctively, without looking back, Yang Jian's ghost hand raised the shovel and viciously smashed it down.
"Slap!" The collision between the female corpse and the shovel produced a muffled sound, completely unlike metal striking something. It was more like two corpses crashing heavily into each other.
The collision generated an enormous recoil force. Yang Jian was shaken all over, his ghost hand unable to hold onto the shovel. The shovel flew from his hand and clattered to the ground.
Only then did Zhang Wei react and look behind him. "Whoa! Ah Zhen!"
"Leg Bro! My feet are moving on their own!"
Zhang Wei's feet no longer obeyed him. It was as if they were controlled by the female corpse on his back. His legs stiffly stepped forward, walking toward the bridal sedan in the center of the cemetery.
At that moment, Zhang Wei's body was slowly turning deathly pale. Dark red livor mortis spots were visibly appearing on his skin.
The urgent suona music around them grew louder and louder, crazily reverberating through the cemetery. This eerie suona sound was restraining Yang Jian. Without his ghost domain, he was completely immobilized, pinned in place.
"Leg Bro! Why are you staring at my ass?! Hurry up and get Ah Zhen off me!"
The dark red bridal veil slightly covered most of the female corpse's face. From Yang Jian's perspective, a pair of deathly still, terrifying eyeballs were staring at him.
Just from the gaze of those eyes, without even direct contact, Yang Jian's entire body jolted. His eyes were rapidly becoming unfocused, his skin withering and shriveling at a visible speed. His whole body was like a dehydrated, dried-out corpse.
Already shaken from the shovel's impact, now under the assault of this female corpse, Yang Jian's body rapidly lost its signs of life. Then, his head tilted back, and he fell stiffly backward.