Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 761 Let's take a closer look
Holding weddings in the underworld is not actually a rare occurrence.

Humans have many souls, and naturally, they also carried over the customs of marriage and funerals from the mortal world.

For example, when Prince Liang arranged a ghost marriage for his son, the festivities were even more elaborate than those in the mortal world—unfortunately, two righteous scholars ruined the whole thing.

What's worse, one of the scholars was particularly particular about "cutting the weeds out of the roots," and he was quite professional at it.

Xiaoqing was in charge of hosting the wedding.

Although she didn't understand at all.

The only proper wedding the little demon ever attended was Qiao Feng's. He spent the whole time eating and drinking, and on the way back he casually killed a wild monster. He had almost no sense of participation.

If they can't even understand the rules of the mortal world, let alone the intricacies of the underworld.

So she waved her hand dismissively: "Kilicha, it's yours now!"

She then excitedly went to the grassroots level to join in the fun—grabbing wedding candy and making a ruckus in the bridal chamber, which was exactly what she excelled at!

However, Qi Licha, holding the wedding ceremony booklet, was filled with worry: "Amitabha... No, this Ghost King knows nothing about these things."

A ghost king who yearns for the Buddhist system is completely clueless about things like "three letters and six rites" and "bowing to the ancestors and drinking from the same cup."

Outsourcing at multiple levels is imperative!
Finally, this heavy responsibility fell on the shoulders of the captured city lord.

"Me?" The city lord pointed to himself, feeling a strange sense of trust.

But this time, they really chose the right person to outsource.

The city lord is indeed an expert in eating, drinking and having fun. He handles this kind of thing with ease—he had a hundred or so concubines during his lifetime, so his experience with weddings is unbelievable.

In less than half a day, he had drafted several plans and respectfully presented them to... Zhang Hua.

Although this character has an incredibly low presence in the team, barely uttering any lines, he is surprisingly fitting at this moment:
Although You Feng is the bride, according to the traditions of the underworld, there is no reason to consult with the woman.

Needless to say, Wang Shusheng was a mysterious figure in the eyes of the ghosts, who could "represent the will of Black Mountain"? Who would dare to approach him?
Wang Shunsheng was dumbfounded: How did I become a top-tier second-generation heir?
But if you think about it carefully, how could an ordinary soul mobilize the Black Mountain Army? Isn't that just a "capricious young nobleman"?
So the ghosts tacitly kept a distance of three zhang from him, and even when serving tea, they would kowtow first.

The survival rules of the underworld workplace are just that simple and unadorned.

And so, Zhang Hua became the "wedding coordinator" without even realizing it.

Gui Sheng thus gained a significant new experience—he realized that all it takes to be a leader is to nod.

Betrothal: Wang Shunsheng stood nervously outside You Feng's "boudoir" as Qi Licha, the "ghost matchmaker," presented a nine-headed monster bird, a specialty of the underworld, as a betrothal gift.

The strange bird was under an illusion spell; all nine heads sang "The Phoenix Seeks Its Mate" in unison, so off-key that even the water ghosts in the River of Oblivion covered their ears.

Asking for name:

"What is your name, young lady?" Qi Licha asked, feigning nonchalance.

"You Feng, the year of Jiazi..." the female ghost answered shyly.

This birth date would terrify ten fortune tellers in the mortal world, but Qi Licha remained unfazed: "Good! Auspicious!"

Najib:

They invited a few old ghosts to pretend to do some calculations for three seconds, then suddenly slapped their thighs and exclaimed, "A match made in heaven!"

Taxation:

When Xiaoqing opened her "treasure trove," the entire ghost town lit up:

Blood jade coral, dark iron from the underworld, and even a few glittering relics.

Yu Feng was so moved that even his ghost body was glowing—even his own mother wasn't this generous!
Please schedule:

Master Xu's verbal order: "Seven days!"

Seven is an auspicious number in the underworld. There are celebrations for the seventh day after death, the seventh day after death, the return of the soul on the seventh day after death, the Ghost Month, and so on. It is said that even the Meng Po soup has to be boiled for seven days and nights.

The ghosts exclaimed in unison, "A match made in heaven!" That's how straightforward and efficient things are in the underworld.

Next comes the main event: the wedding procession.

The grand spectacle orchestrated by the city lord himself was indeed extraordinary: the wedding procession consisted of eighteen headless ghosts carrying a sedan chair made of white bones, while the honor guard was composed of skinning ghosts, all dressed in bright red, perfectly fitting the occasion. Even the music was a newly composed arrangement of the wails of wronged souls captured on the spot.

The music and drumming started early in the morning, and anyone who wanted to join in the fun could go and watch. Anyone who tried to cause trouble was immediately dragged away by the patrolling ghost soldiers to be made to fill the mountain of knives.

The streets were full of patrolling ghost soldiers.

Wang Shusheng looked at his pale face in the mirror and was somewhat dazed. He was already married again?
After rousing himself, he went to fetch the bride.

Once you arrive at the destination, there's another round of procedures.

When Wang Shunsheng saw You Feng with her head covered by a red veil, his legs went weak.

The bride's red wedding dress was even more terrifying than the previous costumes, the blood-red aura almost solidified, making it hard for him to breathe—he was probably going to be henpecked for the rest of his life.

Although Wang Shunsheng was of average talent, he was handsome. He could not be called a romantic scholar, but he was still a well-known romantic scholar.

Unfortunately, I'll never have the chance to flirt with other women again.

Feeling slightly heavy-hearted, I led the team back.

The streets were crowded with little ghosts watching the spectacle, standing on tiptoe and craning their necks, trying to see who could mobilize the entire ghost town.

Some ghosts and monsters from the outside world who had heard the news also infiltrated the area—the names of Black Mountain and Yin-Yang Dharma King were too sensitive. Although the news did not spread widely, relevant forces sent spies to investigate.

Of course, only the Yin-Yang Dharma King was genuinely there to cause trouble.

He coldly observed the wedding from among the ghosts—once he had figured out the details, he would devour the entire city.

"Hey, this young ghost is quite handsome, he has some of my charm from when I was alive!"

A burly, bearded demon suddenly started yelling, stroking his fleshy face with obvious relish. The Yin-Yang Dharma King glanced at the fellow's appearance—flat nose, wide mouth, slanted eyes, and crooked ears—and felt a wave of nausea: This guy dares to try and scam the groom?

Then she looked at Wang Shunsheng on horseback—handsome and refined, indeed worthy of being her primordial spirit vessel.

If he's ugly... I'd give him a new face if I had to.

The Yin-Yang Dharma King wandered around the city for half a day, but still couldn't figure out what was going on.

It's like a trap, yet there aren't even any skilled ambushers. But it's also unusually large.

The strange things happening in the underworld are becoming increasingly incomprehensible...

So, should I stay or leave?

If you don't understand, then take a closer look.

Looking up at the sky, there was no warning; looking down at the ground, there was no fear.

"Never mind." It straightened its clothes. "Looking back and forth is not my style. At worst, I'll just return to the mortal world."

The highly skilled and daring Yin-Yang Master swaggered into the City Lord's Mansion—now it should be called the "Royal Mansion."

The mansion was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, with white lanterns hanging high and red ribbons fluttering in the wind, creating a festive atmosphere even in the underworld.

Eight elaborately dressed gatekeepers stood at the entrance, shouting greetings:

"The Yaksha King of the Rakshasa Sea has arrived—a gift of three mermaid tears!"

"The Blood Pool Hell's Skin-Peeling Demon King has arrived—offering a pair of human skin lanterns!"

"The Hungry Ghost Realm's Gluttonous Messenger has arrived—I present...I present this..."

Unlike the Liang King's wedding held in a remote and impoverished area, this wedding, which harbored ulterior motives, was of extremely high standard.

(End of this chapter)