Longzang

Chapter 187 Who's Next?

Wei Yuan sat up and saw a candlestick on the table with two red candles stuck in it, and a floor candlestick in the other corner of the room.

The candlelight was an exceptionally dim red, like the last rays of the setting sun.

"My lord, it's getting late, we should rest."

Yes, it's getting late. Wei Yuan got up and stepped out of bed, but as soon as his feet touched the ground, he frowned and lifted his feet again.

There are two clear footprints on the ground!

Only then did Wei Yuan notice that the floor was covered with a thick layer of dust, indicating it hadn't been cleaned in a long time. He glanced at something out of the corner of his eye, then turned his head and saw a cobweb hanging on the corner of the bed.

Wei Yuan reached out and brushed away the spider web, unexpectedly splashing up a cloud of white ash.

"Husband..." the bride called out again.

"Coming, coming..." Wei Yuan responded repeatedly and came to the bride. He hesitated for a moment, wanting to look behind the bride, but his view was blocked by her.

The candles were placed high, and the flames were dim, so the ground was shrouded in darkness, making it impossible to see anything. Wei Yuan felt as if his consciousness was veiled, unable to recall what he was looking for or what he was searching for.

The bride urged him again, and Wei Yuan felt guilty, realizing he shouldn't be thinking such things on such a joyous day. Although the bride remained seated and her face was obscured, Wei Yuan instinctively felt that she must be extremely beautiful.

He gently lifted the bride's veil and saw an extremely beautiful face.

Ji Liuli.

Wei Yuan broke out in a cold sweat.

Crack! Another crisp sound rang out, and something shattered in Wei Yuan's consciousness. His vision went black, and he was plunged into darkness once again.
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Inside a dimly lit hall, two imposing figures sat facing each other. Before them, each stood a small altar, upon which countless tiny, ant-like figures busily moved about.

The halls were clearly a single entity, yet there was a distinct dividing line in the center. One side was a dark and profound world, while the other side was scorching and dry, with sandstorms frequently raging.

The figure from the shadows said, "His primordial spirit has already been placed in the Netherworld, but this time the starting point is certain death for Paper Wedding Dress, so I'm afraid we can't negotiate terms with him as you wish."

The figure from the scorching desert world said, "What I want is Tianyu. I don't care what method you use, as long as you can bring him back, I can give you 50,000 sacrificial coins."

"You have so many descendants, and countless powerful ones. Why do you value a descendant with mediocre talent so much?"

“The Ancestral Witch just gave me a revelation; this descendant’s abilities are crucial to my next plan. So I’m willing to pay an extra price. What do you plan to do with that human? He seems to be related to the Heavenly Flaw mentioned by Pan Shan.”

The figure from the dark world said, "Once you enter the Netherworld, even I cannot directly intervene. If you insist on keeping him alive, you can send a team of warriors in. However, the mastermind behind this is the Dream Eater, and many of your men will likely die."

"Dream-eating? I'd rather not. By the way, why did you suddenly intervene this time?"

"The human race sent over some intelligence. I discovered that a few interesting young people have arrived in that place called Qingming. They have something I need."

"Information sent by humans? Could it be false?"

“I’ve divined it, and it should be true. The human race never hesitates to use us to eliminate their rivals. That’s why the Ancestral Witches don’t allow a particularly powerful force to emerge within the human race. They will only be more enthusiastic about killing each other when there is a balance.”
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Wei Yuan opened his eyes and quietly looked at the relief on the ceiling of the bed, feeling that the painting was trying to tell him something.

"My lord, are you awake?"

Wei Yuan slowly turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw the bride, dressed in a bright red wedding gown, sitting quietly in front of the bed, her gaze seemingly looking at him through the veil.

Wei Yuan's gaze shifted and he saw her hand, which was half-exposed outside her sleeve. It was thin and white, and didn't look like it had ever held a kitchen knife.

A kitchen knife? Where's the knife?
Wei Yuan's gaze began to wander, trying to find where the kitchen knife was hidden. His consciousness was still veiled, and he didn't know why he was looking for the knife, or how he knew about it. Wei Yuan only knew that the knife had many nicks and chips.

He got up to get out of bed, but pulled his feet back after they touched the ground. Sure enough, he saw two clear footprints, and the ground was covered in dust that had been there for who knows how long.

The servants are slacking off again...

Wei Yuan looked around and saw spider webs, but no spiders. The two candlesticks remained unchanged, the candlelight was unbelievably dim, and the room was unusually cold.

This time, Wei Yuan didn't touch the spider web. His feet touched the ground again, and just as he was about to stand up, he suddenly noticed something unusual on the ground. There were two spots where the dust was slightly less. Judging from the shape and outline, it looked like slender claws or feet, with the front end pointing towards the bed.

Not long ago, someone stood by the bed, watching him as he slept soundly?! "Husband, it's getting late, you should rest early."

These words seemed to possess a special magic; Wei Yuan immediately knew that the time had come to lift the veil and begin their wedding night. However, the room was too cold, and the thought of taking off his clothes made Wei Yuan somewhat resistant.

He picked up the bride's veil, gently lifted it, and sure enough, he saw a stunningly beautiful face, looking at him calmly and serenely.

It's Baoyun.

Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that this time things were indeed normal.

But Bao Yun's smile suddenly vanished, and something else shattered in Wei Yuan's consciousness. His vision went black, and he fainted.
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Wei Yuan opened his eyes again and quietly looked at the relief carving on the ceiling of the bed.

The ghosts were carrying something humanoid, covered in blood, but Wei Yuan felt it might not necessarily be human. As he was thinking this, the thing suddenly changed, becoming strange and its species unrecognizable.

The ghosts' faces showed signs of panic, whereas before they appeared ferocious and terrifying.

Before? When had I seen this statue before? Wei Yuan tried to think, but his mind was as if veiled, and he couldn't remember anything.

Wei Yuan continued to look at the relief, and saw that the bride in the center of the table was holding a kitchen knife in both hands. Her hands were thin, small, white, and gripped tightly.

"Husband, are you awake?"

Wei Yuan turned his head, got up, and prepared to get out of bed. Before his feet touched the ground, he looked at the faint footprints in front of the bed. They looked somewhat like claws, but there was something strange about them.

The spiderweb was still hanging in the corner of the bed, but the spider had disappeared.

The spiderweb is still missing a corner; the spider is slacking off again...

The candlelight was dim, and the room was unusually cold. The bride's hands, half-exposed, were very white, slender, and beautiful, suggesting that a beautiful face also lay beneath the veil.

She had been staring at herself for who knows how long...

Wei Yuan suddenly didn't want to get out of bed. He reached for the blanket, wanting to pull it back over himself, but the blanket was extremely damp, so damp that he could grab a handful of water. The water was very viscous, and didn't quite resemble water.

Wei Yuan raised his hand and saw that his palm was covered in blood.

He was startled and shrank back, when suddenly his left hand seemed to press against something hard.

"My lord, it's getting late, we should rest."

These words immediately reminded Wei Yuan that it was indeed late, so he got out of bed, went to the bride, lifted the veil, and revealed an equally beautiful face. Her large eyes looked somewhat dazed, but in reality, they were pure and clear.

Listening to the wind and rain.

Wei Yuan seemed thoughtful. Was it ordered according to cultivation level? Or perhaps it was the Foundation Establishment stage? Then who should be next? Yun Feifei, Xu Wan'er, or Xu Yi?
With a crisp snap, Wei Yuan lost consciousness.

Wei Yuan opened his eyes.

He stared silently at the relief carving on the ceiling, one hand squeezing the blanket, his hand still sticky with water, while the other groped around on the bed, finally finding a hard object. He examined it closely; it looked like a kitchen knife.

The objects carried by the ghostly figures in the relief are still strangely shaped, their races indistinguishable, but something seems to be missing. Meanwhile, each of the seven brides on the table has a halo behind her head. In the scriptures of many sects, this halo represents the foundation of one's Dao.

"Ms. sir..."

Wei Yuan slowly turned his head and quietly gripped the kitchen knife.

"...It's getting late, it's time to rest."

These words immediately reminded Wei Yuan that the time for their wedding night had arrived. So he forgot about the kitchen knife, got out of bed, and went to his bride.

As Wei Yuan was about to lift the veil, he suddenly noticed that one of his hands was covered in blood, as bright red as the veil itself.

Wei Yuan's consciousness paused for a moment, and he suddenly remembered that she might have missed saying something.
But the time had come, and Wei Yuan had already lifted the veil.

(End of this chapter)