Chapter 1630: Heaven

Jin Chen was still fishing in troubled waters among the crowd; when the bride in red wedding attire entered, the guests' reaction was much more enthusiastic than before, only then did it truly have the lively atmosphere appropriate for a celebration.

The bride also didn't wear a veil; I don't know if it's Jin Chen's illusion, but I always feel this person's gaze is very strange, even having a bit of guilt when facing the black sedan.

"Hey, aunt," Jin Chen smiled awkwardly, then looked among the guests for an older woman who seemed easier to talk to.

"I'm just passing through here to do business, wanted to share in the joy, but… two sedan chairs?"

He pretended not to notice the oddity of the black sedan, and the aunt warmly explained, "Young sir, you don't know, this is the clan's rule."

The aunt pointed to the black sedan still parked at the front gate, lowered her voice and said, "Any engaged woman who dies before marriage must become a wooden tablet; before the groom takes another wife, she must be brought in first to become a concubine."

"I see," Jin Chen said, realizing, then added, "Then that lonely young master also counts as a person of sentiment."

Jin Chen then darted to Rong Zixu's side, explaining to him and Jing Xingcan the reason for the two sedan chairs,

Rong Zixu frowned, brushing off the powdery scent that Jin Chen had picked up while mingling among the guests.

Jing Xingcan rubbed his nose, puzzled, "Strange, since the townspeople regard marrying a wooden tablet as ordinary, what exactly is A Da afraid of?"

Outside the manor.

Yang Yu fanned himself with a fan, waiting for A Da's answer.

A Da looked around nervously, as if afraid of being watched, and lowered his voice: "Just now, several immortals, did you see Miss Mei possessing the wooden tablet?"

Yang Yu thought of something, snapped his fan shut, "You can see it?"

Don't the ordinary people of Min Dong Cheng all fail to see ghosts?

"Exactly," A Da sighed, also understanding why Yang Yu was so surprised: "When I first arrived here, I noticed many ghosts in the city; it seems… because I don't belong to this city."

Therefore, ghosts do not confuse or affect A Da; like Bai Shi Yun, he can see the ghosts in the city.

Yang Yu: "No wonder you're afraid."

He and Chang Wuming exchanged a glance, then took a talisman from his waist and gave it to A Da: "Keep it; take it out if you encounter danger."

After A Da thanked him, his expression relaxed considerably, and he added, "Miss Mei died half a year ago; since then I've constantly seen her in the manor…… she does nothing, just follows the eldest young master, and sometimes when a maid gets close she gets hurt."

"But today, Miss Mei looks rather fierce…"

Yang Yu thought, "Not fierce enough? The lonely shadow Hong Du is going to take another wife."

Chang Wuming: "A man‑eating ghost didn't appear during the wedding ceremony just now."

"Perhaps the problem lies with Miss Mei, or perhaps with that new bride." Yang Yu and he walked back, preparing to look for more clues.

"We just don't know what will happen in the bridal chamber."

"When the ghost bride meets the new bride, just hearing about it sounds exciting."

Rear courtyard room.

The ladies and maidservants crowded around the new bride as she entered the bridal chamber, with Gong Shi Yue and Xu Qie mixed in among them, following along.

As they passed the first room in the corridor, their smiles faded; a maid brought a cup of wine, the new bride held the wine and walked into the room, and the door opened.

Gong Shi Yue glanced inside, his brows slightly furrowed.

The funeral‑clad female ghost sat at the head of the bed, possessing the wooden corpse, her seven apertures bleeding, her ferocious appearance fully revealed; even the wound on her neck was exactly the same as that of the red‑clad maiden in the inn.

Moreover, a dagger was still lodged in the ghost's heart, making her death even more gruesome.

"Chu Chu… you stole my Hong Lang!"

The funeral‑clad female ghost stared fixedly at the new bride, her ashen eyeballs glowing blood‑red, "Chu Chu… Chu Chu! You stole my Hong Lang! You married him!"

Each sobbing cry spoke of resentment and unwillingness.

Gong Shi Yue pressed his ears without changing expression, exchanged a glance with Xu Qie, but only the two of them could hear it.

The new bride called Chu Chu simply knelt, raised her wine cup, and toasted the wooden tablet seated on the bed, her voice bright and lively.

"Opening, elder sister, heart full of joy, today the peach blossom comes to fetch Li."

The ladies immediately chimed in: "Both are good matches!"

"No!! I don't agree!"

The funeral‑clad female ghost leapt up from the bed, her scattered pupils slowly sweeping over everyone, "You… you… who killed me?"

"My wedding clothes are all sewn, I haven't yet married Hong Lang—who killed me……"

She was too close, the yin chilling the air.

Even if they couldn't see it, they could feel the chill; the ladies' expressions changed somewhat, urging the pale‑faced Chu Chu, "All right… all right then."

"All right."

Chu Chu slowly rose, and as she adjusted her red wedding dress, glancing at the wooden figure, that single look revealed her fear.

She was looking at the spot where the heart would be, and the funeral‑clad female ghost happened to have a dagger lodged there in her chest.

Noticing this, Gong Shi Yue hooked Xu Qie's sleeve and gave a tacit nod.

While the ladies went out, Xu Qie nimbly hid beneath the bed, and Gong Shi Yue followed Chu Chu to another room.

"Hey, what about that young lady who came with you earlier?" a lady noticed, and Gong Shi Yue quickly replied, "She just wanted to see something new, went to the front courtyard to join the fun, and I'm with the older sisters."

The room door shut, only the white candlelight illuminated the interior, faintly flickering and making things seem even more eerie.

Xu Qie emerged from under the bed and met the funeral‑clad female ghost's cold gaze.

Xu Qie took two grapes from his sleeve, crushed them with his fingers, quickly chanted a spell, and threw them onto the table outside the screen.

The funeral‑clad female ghost realized she could not control herself, could only sit motionless on the table, and exclaimed in shock, "You can see me!"

Xu Qie felt relieved in his heart; fortunately this ghost's power was still within his ability to suppress, whereas if it were like the overwhelming resentment of Xiao Hua from Xiling Town, it would be useless,

"I not only can see you, I specialize in catching ghosts."

Funeral‑clad female ghost:!!!

She struggled all the harder, her resentment seeming to condense into substance.

"For the time it takes to burn an incense stick, you cannot move for now."

Xu Qie sat beside her, his tone gentle: "I catch ghosts, but I can also help them; why don't you tell me your story?"

The shroud-clad female ghost suddenly fell silent, slowly gazing at the wooden tablet on the bed that had taken her place in marriage.