Lord Holy Sword is unreliable again.

A subtle, sweet fragrance seeps into the nostrils, and a silky smooth texture touches the fingertips.

Wang Hong struggled to open his eyes, his vision blurred for a moment, then filled with a deep red.

He is currently inside a gauze curtain.

The bed beneath her was extremely soft, and on the bright red sheets, pairs of "囍" (double happiness) characters were embroidered in gold thread, with twin lotus flowers intertwined among them, their petals unfurling and lifelike.

A large red brocade hung down from above, layer upon layer, embroidered with intricate golden phoenixes.

Marriage room?

Wang Hong was speechless. "Where did I get this for...?"

The holy sword remained motionless.

At this moment, his mind was completely silent, like a pond that had been drained of its last drop of water, not even a ripple could be stirred.

He carefully recalled the last moments; the teleportation seemed to have been forcibly interrupted!

Is it Huang Ji?

Where are Yunying and Huang San now?

"boom--"

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground was heard, followed by the clatter of cups and saucers being knocked over.

Wang Hong's heart skipped a beat. Someone was coming?

He used both hands and feet to quickly retreat deeper into the gauze curtain.

Suddenly, he felt a warm, smooth touch in his hand. Startled, he quickly withdrew his hand and turned to look.

A slender figure sat quietly.

She wore a long red veil, a wedding gown embroidered with beautiful gold patterns, and her snow-white feet were faintly visible, her hands clasped together, her posture dignified.

Beneath the gossamer-thin veil, a jade crown shone brightly in the flickering candlelight, its radiance subtly shifting with the breath of its owner.

Points of light shone through the red silk, spreading out hazy halos, like the morning sun piercing through the clouds, concealing the exquisite outline behind it.

Wang Hong's heart pounded like a drum, and his heavy breathing sounded particularly abrupt in the quiet room.

There's someone in bed!

I think I just touched her foot. Am I going to get beaten to death...?

This is a world full of monsters!

The Holy Sword couldn't scan him, so he had no idea of ​​the opponent's strength.

The figure on the bed remained completely still.

Wang Hong is now in a dilemma. What should he do? Apologize to the bride? Was that loud noise just now the groom coming in?

A grown man like himself, in the bride's bridal chamber, on someone else's wedding bed...

What kind of nonsense is this?!

Time passed by, and the air seemed to freeze. The sounds outside the gauze curtain disappeared, and it seemed that only Wang Hong was left here.

What's going on? Why isn't the bride reacting at all?

Never mind, let's figure out the situation first! If all else fails, we'll tie up the bride and take her hostage!

Wang Hong stared at the bright red veil, a delicate fragrance wafting from it, as if he could sense a pair of captivating eyes curiously watching him.

He steeled his resolve and abruptly lifted the veil—

Inside the dimly lit gauze curtain, the crown in her long, ink-black hair shone brightly, with a gem at the end trailing like a shooting star, its light shimmering. Fine silver threads, as thin as hair, hung down from the crown's brim, scattering a cool moonlight.

The red light streaming in from outside the tent outlined captivating lines on her face, and her snow-white skin made her rosy lips appear as bright as the rising sun.

Her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes trembled gently like fans, and a hint of heroic spirit emanated from her dark eyebrows, like a fairy descending to earth.

Wang Hong was so shaken that it took him a long time to come to his senses.

Um... is she asleep? That shouldn't be the case. Could she be practicing meditation? Entering a meditative state?

That doesn't make sense either. The chaotic noise outside the curtain just now would have woken even a dead pig!

Wang Hongfei thought quickly. So much time had passed, and apart from that loud noise, nothing else had happened outside.

He stopped thinking about it and tiptoed towards the edge of the bed.

The room was enormous; it was more like the inner chamber of a small palace than a room.

The vermilion beams and pillars are painted with auspicious clouds and cranes. In addition to this extravagantly large canopy bed, there are also dressing tables, screens, and chaise lounges in the distance, with furnishings that are extremely luxurious.

The floor of the main hall was littered with debris, and wine was spilled all over the place.

Suddenly, a headless corpse appeared before them.

Wang Hong's heart jumped into his throat. He was a fine young man who couldn't even kill a chicken. When had he ever seen such a bloody scene?

Murder scene?

Did the bride kill the groom? Wang Hong felt a chill run down his spine, as if the bride was staring at him, ready to devour him.

Looking back, the figure in red was still sitting quietly.

No! This corpse, dressed in armor and holding a weapon, doesn't look like a groom at all!

The bride remained seated and motionless, so it couldn't possibly be her.

Despite his discomfort, Wang Hongqiang leaned forward to check on him.

The corpse's neck had been severed cleanly at the root, the cut surface smooth as a mirror, without a trace of blood. He dared not look any longer, and only glanced down at the body.

The corpse was dressed in black and gold armor, holding a gilded black halberd in its right hand, and had a strange bag hanging from its waist.

Wang Hong reached out and took the bag off. There seemed to be some words written on it. Upon closer inspection, uh...

I don't know him...

However, the most important thing right now is a weapon! He casually hung the storage bag on his waist and reached for the knife with his right hand.

hiss......

The hilt was icy cold to the touch; he had never felt such a strange sensation before.

A strange chill seeped from the hilt of the knife into my palm, spreading down my arm all the way to my heart.

The blade trembled slightly, subtly resonating with his breathing.

This must be a treasured sword!

Following that strange feeling, Wang Hong suddenly pulled his hand away.

Ok?

Not moving.

He gripped the knife handle tightly with both hands, placed his foot on the headless corpse, and pulled it backward with all his might—

Uh... it's still not moving.

Damn it! I have a knife but I can't use it, what am I going to do?!

"You drew your sword, are you trying to kill me?" A murderous voice rang out from behind, and Wang Hong could even feel the heat emanating from beside his ear.

Wang Hong's heart nearly jumped out of his chest. He used the last of his strength to pull the knife back, but it was as if it were welded to the corpse and remained motionless.

He decisively let go, turned his head without looking back, and scrambled forward.

thump!

Wang Hong tripped over the fallen railing, which then knocked down a screen and flowerpots next to him, all of which landed on top of him.

Wang Hong was utterly despondent. "Damn it! I'm going to die before I even get started. I'm done for today!"

Time passed second by second.

Nothing happened.

Wang Hong struggled to lift the screen and crawled out using both his hands and feet.

Huh? He looked up in confusion, but there was nothing in front of him. Looking towards the gauze curtain, the figure in red was still sitting quietly, eyes closed.

What's going on? Am I hallucinating? Am I scaring myself?

"Hey, don't you want to look behind you?"

Wang Hong froze, thinking, "Damn it!"

He slowly turned his head.

A pair of bright, large eyes were staring at him curiously, less than half a foot away, their breath as fragrant as orchids, like a spring breeze caressing his face.