A single divination predicts life and death; the entire internet begs me to start a live stream.

The moment the sedan curtain was lifted, Lin Wanqing almost called out Xu Yao's name.

But she held on tightly.

The person sitting in the black coffin sedan chair was not Xu Yao.

It's Meng Yun.

The victim in the case of Yunjiang City's first bride in red.

She was wearing a red wedding dress, her phoenix crown was askew, and her face was as white as paper.

There were dried bloodstains at the corners of his eyes.

Seven red ropes were tightly wrapped around her wrist, digging into her flesh.

The red rope was like a living thing, one end wrapped around her, the other end disappearing into the depths of the black coffin.

She looked up, her lips moving stiffly.

"save……"

"Save my sister..."

The sound was very soft.

It looked like it was emerging from the bottom of the water.

Lin Wanqing's fingers, gripping the flashlight, trembled uncontrollably.

"Meng...?"

Meng Yun did not look at her.

Those unfocused eyes were fixed on Chen Bufan.

The paper matchmaker suddenly screamed:

"The bride has become a matchmaker!"

"Do not disturb!"

"Don't look!"

"Don't ask!"

As soon as it opened its mouth, the paper figures around it turned their heads at the same time.

Their pale faces and black-dot-like eyes were fixed on Chen Bufan.

The light from the white lanterns suddenly dimmed.

The mist around the black coffin began to churn.

The two criminal police officers behind Lin Wanqing simultaneously raised their flashlights, their faces grim.

The young detective whispered:

"Captain Lin, is this thing... a dead person or... a ghost?"

Lin Wanqing did not answer.

She doesn't know either.

All she knew was that Meng Yun was dead.

The autopsy report, photos of the death, and records from the Yunjiang City police are all available.

But now, Meng Yun, dressed in a red wedding gown, is sitting in a black coffin, speaking to Chen Bufan.

This is something that cannot be explained by criminal investigation textbooks.

Chen Bufan looked at the red string on Meng Yun's wrist.

"She is not the murderer."

Lin Wanqing immediately asked:

"Then what is she?"

"The Guiding Spirit".

Chen Bufan's voice was very low.

"After the ghost marriage chain killed her, it wasn't allowed to dissolve."

"Instead, she locked her soul in a red rope."

"Let her take the next bride away for the sorcerer behind the scenes."

Lin Wanqing's expression changed.

"So, she didn't take Xu Yao away willingly?"

"She is unconscious."

Chen Bufan looked at Meng Yun's empty eyes.

"She only remembers one thing."

"The wedding procession."

Meng Yun sat stiffly in the black coffin.

The red veil hung down over her shoulders.

Her lips were still moving.

But the sound became increasingly chaotic.

"Save my sister..."

"The bride..."

"It's time to get in the sedan chair..."

"Meng Yu..."

"Bowing to the parents twice..."

"Don't wear it..."

"Don't wear a wedding dress..."

She felt as if she were being pulled by two things.

On one hand, there is the instinct after being refined into a medium.

On one side was her deepest obsession before her death.

Lin Wanqing felt a pressure on her chest.

She suddenly understood.

Meng Yun is not a ghost harming people.

She was murdered, but her body was used to continue harming others.

Even in death, one will not be free.

The matchmaker shrieked:

"Give Way!"

"A matchmaker arranges a marriage!"

"Strangers, get out of the way!"

Chen Bufan looked up.

"retreat?"

He gently twirled the old copper coin in his hand, making a cold sound.

"The Song family harmed her while she was alive."

"She's dead, and you still want to use her to pave the way."

"I won't give way on this road today."

The paper matchmaker's face suddenly contorted.

His mouth split open all the way to his ears.

"Those who obstruct the path of a deceased relative will have their lifespan shortened in the present life!"

Chen Bufan sneered:

"Is this the only sentence you keep repeating?"

He raised his hand, pressing a life-saving coin into his palm.

"Let's see if you can break them faster, or I can chop them faster."

The words fell.

The "Record of Destiny" flew out of the cloth bag and opened on its own.

The pages rustled.

The red dot on Lin Wanqing's body camera was still lit.

She glanced down and saw that it wasn't closed.

The live stream was not running.

But the body camera was still recording.

She doesn't know if these images can ultimately be used as evidence.

I wonder if the higher-ups will think she's crazy.

But she had to take the photos.

Because Meng Yun shouldn't end up with just a cold, hard report of an abnormal death.

Chen Bufan bit his fingertip until it bled.

Blood fell on the "Records of Destiny".

"The 73rd generation fortune teller of the Chen family."

"Chen Bufan".

"Judging Meng Yun's life debt."

As soon as the blood droplet fell, the pages of the book suddenly lit up with a layer of white light.

The red string on Meng Yun's wrist immediately tightened.

She tilted her head back in pain and let out a suppressed scream.

"ah--"

The black coffin shook violently.

The four pale-faced sedan chair carriers stepped forward simultaneously.

The paper matchmaker screamed:

"Untouchable!"

"The matchmaker has already entered into the marriage contract with the Song family!"

"She's the Song family's bride!"

Chen Bufan's eyes were resolute.

"Her name is Meng Yun."

"She is not the bride of the Song family."

next second.

Lin Wanqing's vision suddenly blurred.

The old road, the white mist, and the paper figures all faded away.

Instead, there was a very small rental room.

The room was piled with documents.

The walls are covered with photos.

A young woman sat at the table, her eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep.

She is Meng Yun.

Meng Yun when she was alive.

She put a picture of a girl on the wall.

The girl in the photo has a sweet smile.

There were two words written next to it.

Meng Yu.

younger sister.

Meng Yun stared at the photo, her voice hoarse:

"Xiaoyu, I will definitely get justice for you."

The scene changes.

Outside the Qiyuan Real Estate Chengnan Project.

Meng Yun, holding up the documents, stopped a black sedan.

The car window rolled down.

Song Wenjie sat in the back seat, looking impatient.

"Are you ever going to stop?"

Meng Yun's eyes were red:

"My sister didn't commit suicide!"

She saw you before she died.

"The last message on her phone was also sent by you."

"Song Wenjie, what makes you think you can deny it?"

Song Wenjie dismissed it with disdain.

"Where's the evidence?"

Meng Yun held a USB flash drive in her palm.

"I have."

Song Wenjie's expression changed.

The scene then changes.

A stormy night.

Song Wenjie had been drinking, and his face turned ashen.

Meng Yun sat in the passenger seat, clutching her bag tightly.

"parking!"

"I want to get off!"

While driving, Song Wenjie reached out and snatched her bag.

Give me the stuff!

"You think you can bring down the Song family?"

"Meng Yun, your sister is dead, so be it."

"The Song family has already paid compensation, what more do you want?"

Meng Yun shrieked:

"That's my sister's fate!"

Song Wenjie's face was contorted with rage.

"What's the life of a poor person worth?"

The car was going faster and faster.

The windshield wipers were swinging wildly.

The high beams pierced the rainy night.

Meng Yun clung tightly to the seatbelt, crying out:

"parking!"

"Song Wenjie, you've gone mad!"

next second.

A piercing metallic scraping sound came from under the car.

The brakes failed.

The arrogance on Song Wenjie's face turned into fear in an instant.

"Where did the brakes go?"

Meng Yun's pupils suddenly contracted.

The car crashed into the guardrail.

boom!

The screen exploded.

Lin Wanqing's breath hitched.

She finally saw it.

The car accident three years ago.

It's not just a simple case of drunk driving and speeding.

It was not a simple accident.

Song Wenjie killed Meng Yu.

Meng Yun found the evidence.

Song Wenjie wanted to steal the evidence.

Meanwhile, the Song family had already made their move.

They all want the truth to be silenced.

In the end, Song Wenjie himself died in that out-of-control situation.

The scene changed again.

Three years later.

Yunjiang City.

Meng Yun sat alone in the room.

She is much thinner than she was three years ago.

tired.

Time and vicissitudes.

On the phone was an anonymous text message.

[If you want to know how Meng Yu really died, come to the Yunjiang Old B&B tonight.]

There was a black delivery box on the table.

Inside the box was a red cheongsam.

Meng Yun stared at the clothes, as if she realized something was wrong.

She wasn't wearing any.

They were even prepared to call the police.

But the next second, the room lights went out.

A woman in red appeared in the mirror.

The sound of suona horns rang out.

White paper money with the character for "happiness" blew in through the crack in the door.

Meng Yun retreated desperately.

But the red cheongsam floated up from the box on its own, like a red human skin, and pounced on her.

She screamed.

struggle.

He gripped the wall tightly with his fingernails.

Finally, the camera stops at an abandoned guesthouse.

Meng Yun sat on the edge of the bed.

A red string is wrapped around the wrist.

Paper money was spread on the ground.

A tear of blood rolled down her cheek.

He was still shouting at the very end:

"Little Rain..."

"My sister is useless..."

The shadow of fate abruptly broke off here.

Lin Wanqing returned to the old road on the outskirts of the city.

Her palms were covered in cold sweat.

The body camera was still on.

She didn't know how many photos it had taken.

Those scenes just now once again shocked her worldview.

A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of Chen Bufan's mouth.

The second level of judgment was indeed more severe than before.

Meng Yun's debt to life is too deep.

The death of his sister, the Song family's case, the car accident, the ghost marriage, and the soul refining.

One layer on top of another.

Like iron nails, they were driven into her soul.

Chen Bufan raised his hand to wipe away the blood.

Meng Yun was still sitting in the black coffin.

Her eyes were a little clearer than before.

But the red string on her wrist was still tightening frantically.

The other end of the red rope leads into the depths of the fog.

Someone is pulling her.

The matchmaker shrieked:

"The bride is back!"

"The nun has returned to her place!"

"Anyone who obstructs this again will have their lifespan halved!"

Chen Bufan ignored it.

He stepped onto the black coffin.

The four sedan chair bearers simultaneously reached out their paper hands to grab it.

Lin Wanqing said sternly:

"Be careful!"

Chen Bufan turned the life-saving money in his hand.

A golden-red light flashed along the edge of the copper coin.

laugh!

The paper hands were neatly cut off.

Black smoke rose.

The sedan chair carriers let out a piercing screech.

Chen Bufan had already walked up to Meng Yun.

Meng Yun slowly raised her head.

"save……"

"Save my sister..."

Chen Bufan looked at her.

"I will investigate Meng Yu's case."

"I will settle the debts owed to the Song family."

"But now, wake up first."

A look of confusion appeared in Meng Yun's eyes.

"I……"

"I'm dead..."

"Even if you're dead, you shouldn't be used as a guide for someone's journey."

Chen Bufan raised the coin and aimed it at the red string on her wrist.

As if sensing danger, the red rope began to twist wildly.

The matchmaker's voice completely changed.

"The Chen family!"

"How dare you sever the red thread of marriage in the afterlife!"

"The Song family will not let you get away with this!"

"The people behind you won't let you off the hook either!"

Chen Bufan sneered:

"Then let them line up."

The words fell.

The life-saving money was cut off.

Zheng—

A clear sound.

The red string broke.

The seven red ropes on Meng Yun's wrist broke one after another.

The first ring broke, and the black coffin trembled.

The second lap ended, and one of the white lanterns went out.

The third ring broke, and the rouge on the paper matchmaker's face flowed down in streaks of blood.

The fourth round ended, and the four sedan chair carriers knelt down on the ground.

The fifth lap ended, and the distant suona horns turned into screams.

The sixth lap ended, and the fog dissipated in a corner.

It broke on the seventh lap.

Meng Yun took a deep breath.

Like a drowning person finally surfacing.

A hint of human spirit appeared in her empty eyes.

The red wedding dress faded from her body.

It turned grayish-white.

She looked down at her hands, then at Chen Bufan.

"I……"

"Where am I?"

Lin Wanqing stepped forward, lowering her voice.

"Meng Yun".

Do you remember who you are?

Meng Yun slowly turned her head.

She looked at the police badge on Lin Wanqing's body.

Two streams of bloody tears suddenly flowed from his eyes.

"police……"

"I called the police..."

"I went there with evidence related to Xiaoyu..."

"But they said the evidence wasn't enough..."

Lin Wanqing's fingers suddenly clenched.

She suppressed her emotions.

"This time, I will investigate."

Meng Yun looked at her.

She seemed about to cry.

But ghosts don't shed tears.

Only a little bit of color seeped from the corners of his eyes.

Chen Bufan said:

Where is Xu Yao?

Meng Yun's body stiffened.

As if remembering something, she suddenly turned her head to look into the depths of the fog.

"Xitang..."

"Underground..."

Chen Bufan closed the yellow booklet and put it back in his cloth bag.

"Where underground?"

Meng Yun raised her hand and pointed to the end of the old road.

The fog slowly parted, creating a small gap.

At the end of the road was an abandoned building.

The white walls are peeling off.

The iron gate was rusty.

The blackened sign still remains at the entrance.

Haicheng Third Funeral Service Station

Lin Wanqing's expression changed.

"An abandoned funeral home."

The voice just fell.

Suddenly, a drawn-out master of ceremonies' voice came from the basement of that abandoned funeral home.

"The auspicious time has arrived—"

"The bride and groom—"

"Enter the hall——"