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

Xu Yao's head was pressed down firmly by the two paper figures.

The red veil fell down.

The beaded curtains on the phoenix crown clashed together, making a soft, rustling sound.

She struggled desperately, her hands turning purple from being bound by the red rope.

"I won't marry him!"

"I won't marry him!"

The red-faced sorcerer stood behind the altar, holding a marriage certificate, his voice hoarse as if a knife were scraping iron.

"Newcomer—"

"I bow to Heaven and Earth!"

Xu Yao's forehead was only an inch away from the red carpet.

As soon as he finished speaking, the old copper coin flew out.

clang!

The copper coin bumped into the red carpet in front of Xu Yao.

A black crack suddenly appeared on the red carpet.

The two paper figures holding Xu Yao froze.

Their paper hands were still gripping the back of Xu Yao's neck, while fine lines appeared on their pale faces.

The red-faced sorcerer waved his hand.

"Stop him!"

The paper-mache guests on both sides stood up at the same time.

The paper figures, which had been sitting neatly, seemed to have been suddenly blown into their souls.

They twisted their necks.

Click.

Click.

Click.

One by one, faces painted with white powder turned towards Chen Bufan.

The red candlelight in the underground wedding hall instantly turned a ghastly green.

The suona horn pierced people's eardrums with pain.

Lin Wanqing said sternly:

"Save Xu Yao!"

The two detectives immediately rushed forward.

But as soon as they took a step, the white "double happiness" paper money on the ground suddenly flew up, like a swarm of white moths flying towards their faces.

"Don't touch the paper money!"

Chen Bufan raised his hand and waved it, and the yellow talisman ignited.

The firelight swept across.

The paper money burned to black ash in mid-air.

The two detectives broke out in a cold sweat and collapsed to the ground.

Lin Wanqing seized the opportunity and rushed towards Xu Yao, stepping on the cracked edge of the red carpet.

She did not walk to the center of the red carpet.

Instead, he went around to the side, grabbed Xu Yao's shoulder with one hand, and pulled out a dagger with the other to cut the red rope.

The red-faced sorcerer suddenly looked at her.

"Are you tired of living?"

"A living person dares to enter the underworld?"

His hand trembled as he held the marriage certificate.

The two red garments on either side of the offering table bulged up simultaneously.

Meng Yun's red cheongsam.

Su Man's red wedding dress.

The two garments seemed to be put on by an unseen person, their sleeves slowly rising and reaching out to grab Lin Wanqing.

Lin Wanqing's pupils contracted.

She did not back down.

The life-saving charm that Chen Bufan gave her suddenly became hot at this moment.

A pale golden light shone from her chest.

The moment the two red sleeves touched her shoulders, they recoiled as if they had touched a branding iron.

The red-faced sorcerer's expression changed.

"A life-saving charm?"

"You actually know about life-saving amulets?"

Chen Bufan has already stepped onto the red carpet.

With each step he took, the paper money bearing the character for "happiness" beneath his feet would automatically ignite.

The fire was small.

But it was burned clean.

The paper figures swarmed forward.

Some held red candles.

Some were holding wine glasses.

Some were holding scissors.

Some were holding up red ropes.

These items were originally wedding supplies.

In their hands, however, they all become tools for taking lives.

Chen Bufan sneered.

"Paper effigy guests, dare to block the road?"

He slapped the old copper coin with his palm.

The copper coin spun and flew out.

The first paper figure had a copper coin pierce its forehead, and its white face instantly collapsed.

The second paper figure had just raised the scissors in its hand when its arm was burned off by the yellow talisman.

The third paper figure opened its mouth and spat out a clump of black hair.

The black hair coiled around Chen Bufan's neck like a snake.

Chen Bufan raised his hand and pinched the black hair between two fingers.

Apply a dot of vermilion to the black hair.

"Sever."

The black hair withered instantly, fell to the ground, and turned into pieces of charred paper thread.

The red-faced sorcerer's voice was extremely displeased, as if he wished he could tear Chen Bufan to pieces.

"Chen Bufan".

"You really think you can save her?"

He pressed the marriage certificate onto the altar.

In front of Song Wenjie's black-and-white portrait, three glasses of wine simultaneously bubbled with black foam.

Xu Yao screamed in agony.

Her face suddenly turned pale.

As soon as Lin Wanqing cut one circle of the red rope, the remaining red rope seemed to come alive, frantically burrowing into Xu Yao's flesh.

Xu Yao was trembling all over from the pain.

"Officer Lin..."

"pain……"

Lin Wanqing gritted her teeth.

Hang in there!

She continued cutting with the dagger in her hand.

But the more the red rope was cut, the tighter it became.

Seeing this, Chen Bufan shouted at Lin Wanqing.

"Don't cut the rope."

Lin Wanqing looked up.

"Then how can we save them?"

"Divorce certificate".

The red-faced sorcerer chuckled softly.

"It's too late."

"The marriage certificate is imbued with the soul, and the red thread binds lives."

"You can cut the ropes, but you can't cut her life."

Chen Bufan looked at the marriage certificate on the altar.

On the marriage certificate, Xu Yao's name was already half-red.

Once she becomes famous again, she will officially be formally bound to the Song family through a secret contract.

He raised his hand and took out the "Record of Destiny".

The pages of the book moved on their own even without wind.

The second layer of white life seal appears.

In the underground wedding hall, all the red lines became clear before his eyes.

One on Xu Yao's body.

One on Meng Yun's body.

One on Su Man's body.

The three red lines eventually converge on the black auspicious coin with the "life" pattern in front of Song Wenjie's portrait.

Behind the lucky money was a dark yellow talisman in the red-faced sorcerer's hand.

That's the core of the formation.

Chen Bufan's eyes lit up.

"Soul-binding talisman".

The red-faced sorcerer paused, his fingers pausing.

"Can you see it?"

Chen Bufan did not answer.

He stared at the talisman.

The patterns on the talisman paper looked familiar.

It's not the half-baked Seven Killings Talisman like Xuan Qingzi's.

It's not a soul-binding talisman that an ordinary ghost marriage sorcerer would draw.

The brushstrokes of the talisman moved left and right, concealing the tip at the end.

Every stroke of the brush resembles the magic of the Chen family.

However, the orthodox Chen family talisman is used to suppress evil spirits and protect life.

This talisman, however, binds souls and sells lives.

Chen Bufan's pupils darkened.

"From the second volume of the *Mingfu Jing*?"

The red-faced sorcerer laughed instead.

"Good eye."

"It's a pity you can see through it, but so what?"

He held the soul-summoning talisman between two fingers, and the talisman glowed brightly with red light.

Xu Yao's body stiffened abruptly.

Lin Wanqing watched in disbelief as something seemed to pull a faint white shadow out from above Xu Yao's head.

The white figure was very faint.

But her eyebrows and eyes are the same as Xu Yao's.

"Chen Bufan!"

Lin Wanqing's voice became urgent.

Chen Bufan took a step forward, but suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.

As the second layer of life seal lit up, the backlash also began.

He felt a sweet taste in his throat, followed by the metallic taste of blood, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Chen Laojiu is right.

The deeper you look, the heavier the burden you carry.

Behind this soul-binding talisman lies not only Xu Yao's life.

There are also Meng Yun, Su Man, and many more women whose fates were selected.

If he insists on interrogating, it would be tantamount to taking on the entire chain of ghost marriages.

The red-faced sorcerer saw his face turn pale and his smile became even more sinister.

"The Chen family boy."

"The Record of Destiny is not used in this way."

"You want to save one."

"You have to carry everything."

"Can you carry it?"

Chen Bufan looked up.

"I can't carry it."

The red-faced sorcerer was taken aback.

The next second, Chen Bufan raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth:

"That's why I won't memorize it."

"I'll cut it off."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old copper coin returned to his palm.

He did not cut the red string binding Xu Yao.

They didn't try to steal the marriage certificate.

Instead, they turned directly to the portrait of Song Wenjie on the altar.

The red-faced sorcerer stepped forward, trying to block the portrait.

"You dare!"

"You can't afford the backlash!"

Chen Bufan ignored him.

"A dead man, does he deserve to sit in the main seat?"

The copper coin in his hand flew out and headed straight for Song Wenjie's portrait.

The red-faced sorcerer immediately threw out three talismans.

The three talismans transformed into three red lines in the air, blocking the copper coins.

Chen Bufan had anticipated this.

The vermilion pen flew out of his other hand.

With a flick of the pen, the black auspicious coin with the lucky pattern was placed right in the center.

hum!

The money shook violently.

All three red lines loosened for a moment.

"Lin Wanqing!"

Chen Bufan shouted sternly.

Lin Wanqing moved almost at the same instant.

Instead of cutting the red rope, she grabbed Xu Yao by the back of her collar and dragged her backward from the wedding ceremony position.

Two paper figures screamed and pounced.

Two detectives rushed forward at the same time and smashed the paper figure's arm hard with their batons.

The baton passed through the paper without causing much damage.

But the golden light of the life-protecting talisman flashed, forcing the paper figure to stop moving for half a second.

Half a second.

It was enough for Lin Wanqing to drag Xu Yao a foot away.

The red-faced warlock was furious.

"court death!"

He raised his hand and slapped the offering table.

The urn containing Song Wenjie's ashes, which was in front of his portrait, suddenly shook open.

A plume of black smoke shot out of the box.

From within the black mist, the face of a young man vaguely emerged.

Song Wenjie.

His eyes were black, his mouth was split open, and his face was full of resentment.

"My bride..."

"Give it back to me..."

Xu Yao trembled all over.

The souls that had been pulled out began to drift forward again.

Chen Bufan looked up at Song Wenjie's shadow.

"Having taken lives, you still want to get married after you're dead?"

"You dare to challenge me?"

Song Wenjie's shadow loomed over Chen Bufan.

Instead of retreating, Chen Bufan advanced, suddenly retrieving the copper coin he had just thrown out.

He pressed the old copper coin in his hand directly against the black aura between his eyebrows.

"Go back to your urn."

boom!

The black aura was forced back by the copper coin.

But the next second, the soul-binding talisman in the red-faced sorcerer's hand suddenly lit up with black life patterns.

The pattern, like a snake, crawled out of the talisman and wrapped around Chen Bufan's wrist.

A chilling aura crept up his arm.

Chen Bufan's expression changed slightly.

This is no ordinary soul-summoning spell.

It contains the framework of the Chen family's talismanic arts.

The incomplete techniques of the second volume of the "Scripture of Destiny".

No wonder it was able to bypass the life-saving charm and bite back at the rescuer's life force.

The red-faced sorcerer laughed hoarsely:

"You recognized me?"

"Are the Chen family's products any good?"

Chen Bufan's mouth was full of the taste of blood.

"Where did you learn that?"

The red-faced sorcerer did not answer.

He just stared at Chen Bufan, as if he had discovered something extremely interesting.

"etc."

"You can recognize the 'Life Talisman Classic'."

"And it can also open the 'Record of Heavenly Mandate'."

"You are not just an ordinary junior in the Xuanmen sect."

His voice suddenly changed.

Shocked, and incredulous.

"The Chen family bloodline?"

The red candles in the underground wedding hall flickered violently.

The paper-mache guests all turned their heads.

The red-faced sorcerer stared intently at Chen Bufan's face.

"You're still alive!"