Strange things happen, and I drive the evil god mad by chasing debts.

"After crossing these two mountains, we'll reach Liyuan Village. There happens to be a wedding celebration there these days."

Is this a wedding? Shen Qingchan turned the Fallen God Ring on her ring finger.

The man who gave her the ring told her to go to the memorial hall. Could it be a case of bad luck? Never mind, I'll go see if there's a memorial hall.

"Let's get in the sedan chair and head to Liyuan Village to join in the fun."

Shen Qingchan lifted the curtain and sat in the sedan chair.

Three strange, burly men and a villager assimilated by the rules made up four sedan chair carriers, who lifted the sedan chair poles and steadily moved forward.

The Cave God strode ahead with his enormous legs, smashing any rocks or trees that blocked his path to pieces with a single slap, carving out a wide road through the mountains and forests.

Pei Wuwang looked at this almost magical team and took out a slightly yellowed talisman from his sleeve.

He bit his finger and quickly drew a secret rune of the Demon Suppression Division on the talisman paper. The talisman paper transformed into a semi-transparent dove, silently soaring into the sky.

He needed to report the situation here to the Demon Suppression Division.

This woman can manipulate the rules at will and subdue B-level monsters; if left unchecked, she will definitely cause a huge mess.

He found himself an impeccable excuse and brought a black horse, which he had somehow acquired, to follow the sedan chair at a distance.

After walking for most of the day along the mountain path, the terrain ahead gradually opened up, but was shrouded in a thick, impenetrable white fog.

Deep within the white mist, the outline of a dilapidated village could be vaguely seen.

At the entrance of the village stands a weathered stone archway, with two bright red ribbons hanging on it.

The red ribbons fluttered wildly in the wind, making a rustling sound.

The boundary marker at the bottom of the archway bears the inscription "Liyuan Village".

The procession continued walking in, the air thick with the smell of incense.

After passing through several deserted alleys, a huge courtyard made of blue bricks came into view.

A huge plaque with red background and gold lettering hangs on the gate tower: Auspicious Time Auditorium.

The gate was wide open, and the courtyard was filled with dozens of tables for banquets, with bright red "double happiness" characters pasted on every window.

But there wasn't a single person in the entire courtyard; it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Shen Qingchan lifted the curtain and came out, staring at the plaque for a while.

She was looking for the memorial hall, but there was a sign for the auspicious hour hall hanging here.

"You've come to the wrong place." Shen Qingchan never liked doing anything unnecessary. "Turn around and leave."

Upon hearing the order, the four sedan chair bearers prepared to turn around, but their feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move an inch.

The cave god in charge of clearing the way let out a low, impatient growl. Its massive body crashed into an invisible wall of air, causing it to stagger back two steps.

The surrounding white fog instantly became incredibly thick, completely blocking all escape routes.

Tick.

Tick.

The bottoms of the red lanterns hanging in the courtyard began to ooze a thick, black liquid.

That wasn't water at all, but dried, foul-smelling stagnant blood.

A chilling wind swept across the ground, carrying with it the smell of burning paper money and the intermittent, mournful cries of a woman, drilling into people's ears and brains.

The system interface in Shen Qingchan's mind suddenly popped open, and alarms sounded in rapid succession.

[Warning! Host has been detected to have entered a forced copy zone.]

[Scene reloaded: Liyuan Village, Jishi Auditorium.]

[This scene is affected by intense resentment; background information is being unlocked.]

[Hidden Clue 1: The resentment originates from brides throughout history—]

[Hidden Clue 2: The abducted female college student Li Shuifeng mysteriously disappeared. Before her death, she drew blood from her nails and wrote her birth date and time on a mirror, transforming into a vengeful ghost in red who then slaughtered the entire He family.]

Welcome, host! The long-buried curse has been reopened!

The system notification tone suddenly became louder, as if to welcome Shen Qingchan's arrival.

[Main Quest Issued: Uncover the truth behind the massacre of the He family, quell the resentment of past brides, and ensure that Liyuan Village receives its due revenge.]

As the system notification ended, the wooden plaque hanging on the gatehouse seemed to have completed its mission and broke completely.

The surrounding fog was thick and foul-smelling, and the red lanterns looked like ripped blood bags. Blood dripped down, splashing onto the bluestone slabs.

Shen Qingchan remained completely calm despite the blocked escape route.

She glanced sideways at the tightly closed vermilion gate.

"What are you waiting for? Go knock on the door." Shen Qingchan patted the cave god's hard, black scales.

"The Cave God is passing by on his wedding day, yet this Liyuan Village is holding a celebration and keeping the guests outside. How is that in accordance with etiquette?" She raised her voice, "Smash down the door and collect some protection money for your travel expenses."

The cave god let out a deep roar.

It is bound by the agreement, and immediately becomes agitated when it hears that someone has violated the rules.

The three-meter-tall body strode out, swinging its giant claws capable of splitting mountains, heading straight for the gate.

Just then, a very faint groan came from the thick fog.

A cloud of resentment mixed with black blood emerged from the void on the side, rushing straight towards a white figure.

Pei Wuwang gripped his longsword, kneeling on the ground. The golden light protecting his body had been almost completely corroded by resentment.

He followed the dungeon all the way in, but dared not use large-scale spells in order to conceal his presence, which was why his location was locked by the dungeon's mandatory rules.

It looked like that sticky, resentful energy was about to enter his seven orifices.

Shen Qingchan took a step forward, grabbed his collar, and dragged him back three feet like pulling a radish.

She casually slapped a yellowed talisman on his chest.

A flash of golden light shattered the resentment into ashes.

"You didn't even do any background checks on the people from the Demon Suppression Division who were tracking you?" Shen Qingchan looked down at him. "You even managed to capsize in such a ditch. Has your unit's standards gotten so low now?"

Pei Wuwang straightened up, the veins on the back of his hand gripping the sword bulging. He never argued with women, and simply shifted his gaze forward.

boom!

A deafening explosion rang out, and the heavy vermilion wooden door of the Jishi Auditorium was shattered into a shower of wood chips by the Cave God's slap.

The moment the door broke, the surrounding white mist dissipated, and a cold, damp wind swept out.

The scene in the courtyard has completely changed.

The banquet hall, which was empty just moments ago, is now packed with people.

The hundreds of villagers were dressed in ill-fitting coarse cloth clothes, their faces ashen, like the belly of a dead fish.

Everyone stiffened their necks, turned their heads in unison, and stared intently at the uninvited guests who had barged in.

In the center of the main hall stood a middle-aged man wearing a dark red long gown, with a jade thumb ring on his thumb. He was none other than Feng Wanjin, the head of the Feng family recorded in the copy.

His hands were like iron clamps, pressing down firmly on a girl who was no more than sixteen or seventeen years old.

The girl was wearing a bright red wedding dress, her hands were tied behind her back with hemp rope.

She cried so hard she couldn't breathe, her mouth stuffed with a rag the size of a walnut, and could only let out muffled screams.

On the armchair in front of her was a headless rooster with disheveled feathers tied to it.

"Bowing to Heaven and Earth!" the withered old man next to him shouted in a hoarse voice.