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Chapter 114 The Ghost Bride is Lying Next to Me? (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking subscriptions! Seeking book recommendations!)

[Lin Qingfeng: Attention everyone! Change your skin appearance to pure black! Musicians, change the background music to "Astronomia"!]

[Lin Qingfeng: Hurry!]

[Lin Qingfeng: Give those ghosts over there a job!]

[Everyone: Coming right away! Coming right away!]

……

Su Ling'er looked at her senior brother and the others from the empty cavity of the coffin. She didn't know when, but their skin had all turned pure black, making them look extremely grotesque.

The Guixi Sect disciples who carried her coffin also turned into "black skin"!
Immediately afterward, under Su Ling'er's horrified gaze, the group of "dark-skinned" senior brothers abruptly lifted her coffin from the ground onto their shoulders.

Su Ling'er couldn't understand it, but she was greatly shocked!
what is this? !!

What's going on here?!
Why have all the senior students' skin turned dark?

This is completely different from what I imagined a "red and white clash" to be...

Then, accompanied by a strange musical rhythm, they began to sway from side to side and dance an extremely unrestrained dance!

Sometimes they would hoist the coffin onto their shoulders and wriggle around, sometimes they would squat deeply on the ground with their legs spread apart, and even...

They even used her coffin as a tool for physical exercise, repeatedly lifting it up and then suddenly putting it down!
As a result, the already dejected funeral procession took a sudden turn for the worse.

Apart from the pure white jade coffin, the atmosphere was unusually festive and joyful.

Only Ji complained uncomfortably in the channel.

[Sacrifice: No... Senior Brother, can't we at least show some respect for the atmosphere of a funeral?! All the grief I painstakingly created has been ruined by you!]

[Lin Qingfeng: Alright, alright, wasn't it all for getting into the Yinling Academy? Now that we're in, we might as well do whatever's fun!]

Inside the jade coffin, Su Ling'er was bouncing up and down to the demonic rhythm, sometimes being tossed high into the air and sometimes falling heavily to the ground.

Several times, her head almost hit the coffin lid, and she had to quickly stretch out her arm to brace herself against the top edge of the jade coffin to avoid being hit on the head.

Is a funeral supposed to be this festive?!

Why don't you switch places with the "Red Demon" on the other side?

And another thing! Please! The "Red Demon" is about to crash into us!
Are you sure this is okay?!
On one side was a wedding procession, decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, yet strangely crimson.

On the other side, there was a "funeral procession" with energetic singing and dancing, appearing absurd and pure white.

Red and white, life and death, joy and sorrow...

No, it seems to be joy and happiness now?

Two teams that should never have met collided head-on on this desolate path!
Su Ling'er lay in the coffin, wondering what would happen if such a "wedding and funeral" happened so unexpectedly.

Logically speaking, this should be a very bad omen, but on my side... I'm even a little too high.

Her heart was pounding, and she almost stopped breathing.

She felt both fear and a faint sense of anticipation? An extremely complex emotion was brewing within her.

Just as that "Red Fiend" team was about to collide with them—

The opposing Red Fiend team suddenly stopped.

The piercing sound of the suona came to an abrupt end.

The wind stopped, the fog calmed, and time seemed to freeze completely at that moment.

However, the Guixi Sect's team continued their "black coffin carrying" performance without stopping, and the mesmerizing music never ceased.

Su Ling'er stared intently at the bright red bridal sedan chair through the hole.

The sedan curtain was slowly lifted by a hand.

That's not a living person's hand at all!
Its skin was dry and sallow, clinging tightly to the bones, and its nails were long and black—clearly a hand of withered bones!
As the sedan curtain was pulled back, the figure sitting inside was revealed.

She was a "bride" dressed in a magnificent phoenix coronet and embroidered robe. Her head was covered with a red veil, obscuring her face.

But judging from her slender frame, which was nothing but bones, and her bare, withered hands, the "bride" in the sedan chair was definitely not alive!
A murderous aura filled with resentment and unwillingness suddenly erupted from the red sedan chair!
The heavy breathing made it almost impossible for Su Ling'er to breathe.

However, the players were completely unaware of this.

Even the eldest brother, while picking his nose, casually flicked the boogers away and started discussing things.

"Hey, do you guys think Wang Xiedi would actually do something to a female ghost like that?"

"I feel it's very likely! Absolutely possible!"

"Surely it's not that bad? This...this doesn't even look like a human being anymore!"

"First of all, he's a ghost! Secondly, it's not impossible for Wang Xiedi, who is disguised as Ning Caichen, to mistake him for Nie Xiaoqian, isn't it?"

"Indeed, indeed, she's still wearing a red veil!"

When Wang Xie takes one look, he'll think, "Hey, this figure is alright," and then some kind of "A Chinese Ghost Story" meme might emerge—I think that's a given!

"Indeed, indeed, it's quite possible!"

Su Ling'er was almost suffocating from the evil aura, but when she heard her senior brothers and sisters discussing, she almost fainted.

No!

Even ghosts have come!

Since you're all in the funeral business, can't you at least show some respect for ghosts?!
Senior Brother!
What...what are you doing?!

Why did you flick your booger across the street?!

This atmosphere is so scary, can't we be a little more serious?!

The atmosphere, which had been extremely oppressive, was somewhat eased by their antics, and Su Ling'er's fear subsided considerably.

Red and white, the two teams stood facing each other in a clear and distinct manner.

The skeletal bride in her phoenix coronet and wedding gown sat upright in the sedan chair. Though she had no eyes, it seemed as if a thousand venomous gazes pierced through her red veil and stared at Su Ling'er in the coffin!
Su Ling'er felt a shiver run down her spine, as if the female ghost was right in front of her, within arm's reach!
She was so frightened that she instinctively wanted to shrink back, but although the coffin was spacious, it was not convenient for her to move around much.

Just then, a gust of cold wind suddenly rose from the ground, causing the paper money to dance wildly in the air!

coming!

Lin Qingfeng's heart stirred.

As the cold wind blew up, Su Ling'er, who was in the coffin, felt an irresistible suction force appear out of nowhere, as if it was trying to forcibly drag her out of the warm jade coffin!

However, this jade coffin also played its role at this moment.

The ancient warm jade and the intricate inscriptions on it emitted an even stronger light, forming an invisible barrier that firmly blocked the suction force from the outside.

Although that force was blocked, the figure of the ghost bride kept appearing and disappearing in her sight, approaching the coffin!

Could this be... the "soul swap" the storyteller spoke of?!

The vengeful ghost seeks a substitute, forcibly possessing the body of a living person so that it can return to the human world.

Those whose bodies are possessed will have their souls trapped in a dark and desolate place, never to be reborn!
Su Ling'er was terrified.

But she discovered that the ancient warm jade and those intricate inscriptions seemed to have a beneficial effect on her soul, firmly stabilizing her spirit.

Believe it or not... my senior brother actually gave me something good this time.

It's just... can you please not wait until I'm dead to give it to me?

She saw that the countless intricate inscriptions on the coffin lid seemed to come alive, constantly writhing.

Those hideous demon faces seemed to open their eyes, and the mourning staffs and soul-hooking ropes in the hands of the Black and White Impermanence were shifting erratically, as if making room for the guests who were about to arrive.

Please enter the urn!

(End of this chapter)