Chapter 1632: Heaven's Mandate Seven Children Monster‑Slaying Chronicles 23

Yang Yu rested her hand on the back of Rong Zixu's hand, which was tightly gripping the sword hilt, and said, "Senior Brother, Xiao Chen and Little Six won't be easily eaten… right?"

Only then did Rong Zixu realize; his tightly gripped sword hilt had already split his tiger's mouth, drawing blood.

But he couldn't relax, and neither could Yang Yu nor Xu Qie.

"Yes." Rong Zixu replied in a low voice, comforting his junior brothers and sisters, and also calming himself.

Miss Mei slowly walked over and stood beside Gu Yinghong, her tear-filled eyes gazing at him lovingly, "Hong lang…"

Xu Qie, seeing this, took the opportunity to press: "Are you feeling guilty because of Mo Ranmei's death, or because you married Chu Chu after her death?"

Gu Yinghong trembled even more.

The Mo family relatives, hearing this, grew even more uneasy, gathering close and staring intently at Gu Yinghong.

Under all this pressure, Gu Yinghong's mind was stretched to the breaking point; Yang Yu glanced at him and waved her hand in front of his eyes.

When Gu Yinghong saw Mo Ranmei, he felt no trace of the emotion one would feel for a deceased fiancée; only the fear of exposure remained, and he couldn't stop muttering, "This has nothing to do with me; you weren't killed by me!"

In his fear, he spoke without restraint, revealing his affair with Chu Chu, how he used the clan's marriage rules, and confessed fully to causing Mo Ranmei's death.

Mo Ranmei: "……"

She was so shocked she even forgot her hatred.

She just stared blankly at the Gu Yinghong who was utterly different from the one in her heart, filled with sorrow.

When had Su Su and her Hong lang come to understand each other's feelings right under her nose?

Whenever Gu Yinghong repeatedly came to the Mo Manor to find her, was he wanting to hear her talk about the joy of sewing her wedding dress, or was he afraid Su Su would be saddened by the upcoming marriage?

Most likely, the sight of Mo Ranmei weeping blood was too horrifying; Gu Yinghong didn't sense their sorrow, merely saying, "I didn't do it… it wasn't me! It was Su Su!"

Footsteps echoed in the deathly silent courtyard.

It was Su Su, dressed in a bright red wedding gown, approaching with a lovely smile.

"Older sister, you've come."

She was looking in the direction of Mo Ranmei.

Yang Yu froze, wondering how Su Su could see her, since to everyone else Gu Yinghong appeared to be talking to empty air.

Gong Shiyue hurried over, not yet noticing anything wrong with the senior brothers, and whispered in Rong Zixu's ear, "Su Su is dead…"

She saw Su Su not far away, feeling somewhat dazed.

"Do ghosts form this quickly now?"

Mo Ranmei's resentment soared to the heavens, she wept blood as she accused, "Why! Why did you steal my husband? Why did you condemn me to death!"

Su Su still smiled, her delicate hand lightly brushing her hair, her smile radiant, "Older sister, what are you saying?"

She slowly touched her own neck, "Don't you remember how you died?"

"I…"

Mo Ranmei froze instantly; the pain in her neck seemed to come delayed, she staggered a few steps before Su Su caught her from behind, "Older sister, I'm in so much pain too…"

Su Su suddenly burst into tears, taking Mo Ranmei's hand to touch her own neck, "I made a mistake, and I died too…"

No sooner had the words left her mouth than Su Su's head fell off, rolling a few times on the ground.

Mo Ranmei: "……"

Holy shit! So scary!

Mo Ranmei touched her own head; it turned out that having it fall off was this terrifying!

The guests present:!!!

Everyone in the hall was startled!

They couldn't see Mo Ranmei, but they could see Su Su's body split apart on the spot, and Gu Yinghong was so frightened he fainted.

Rong Zixu coldly watched them flee in the chaos, yet saw that the Mo family relatives, who had lost two young ladies in succession, were the calmest, taking the pink‑clad maiden who had knelt and wept when the black sedan fell, and then went with the Gu family head into the rear courtyard.

After the crowd dispersed, Rong Zixu stubbornly gazed toward the direction where Jin Chen had vanished, standing guard there with his sword.

Upon hearing that the two had disappeared, Gong Shiyue was so angry she nearly went on the spot to seize Gu Yinghong and give him a beating.

Mo Ranmei still blankly followed Xu Qie, seemingly not knowing what to do either.

In the silence, Xu Qie wondered aloud, "Why, of all people, is it Little Six and Xiao Chen? Their distance back then wasn't the shortest."

Ever since Jin Chen disappeared, Rong Zixu had been pondering this question: "Gold nuggets on the road."

Jin Chen had kicked it by accident, Jing Xingcan had curiously picked it up to look, and they had all touched the gold nugget.

Gong Shiyue tried to liven the mood, after all she believed the two junior brothers wouldn't be eaten, and Rong Zixu wasn't overly agitated.

"Maybe they just wanted something more tender." Gong Shiyue chuckled to herself.

Rong Zixu: "……"

The others: "……"

Mo Ranmei supported her head; her resentment, upon learning the truth, became much more lively, and she told Gong Shiyue, "You talk worse than a ghost."

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"Really unlucky."

Jin Chen brushed the dust from his backside, lifted Jing Xingcan to his feet, and shook his shoulder, "Sixth Senior Brother, Jing Xingcan! Don't sleep!"

Jing Xingcan was made dizzy by the shaking, his head spinning, he said, "Don't… don't shake Xiao Chen, I'm awake!"

"Where is this?" Jing Xingcan looked around in a daze.

"I don't know."

Jin Chen also looked over; it resembled either a mourning hall or a wedding hall, spiderwebs everywhere, thick dust covering the fine furnishings, yet the altar held dozens of wooden spirit tablets!

White candles wept tears, their light dim and gloomy.

These wooden spirit tablets resembled the wooden figures in the black sedan, yet each bore a different expression, some smiling, some weeping.

"Oh dear…" Jing Xingcan was frightened by the deathly pale paper effigy standing behind him, its lifeless ink‑dot eyes staring straight at him.

He quickly walked a few steps and grabbed Jin Chen's hand, "Xiao Chen, don't be scared! I'll protect you!"

Jin Chen: "..." Who exactly is scared?

"Sixth Senior Brother, my hand is about to break."

"Oh oh." Jing Xingcan relaxed a bit, still half-leaning on Jin Chen as they walked forward.

"Is this also a domain within a domain? It's too terrifying." Jing Xingcan complained.

"Father-in-law... father-in-law!" Someone shouted in the darkness.

Jin Chen looked over warily, only to see a paper effigy slowly drifting over, its scarlet mouth still calling: "Father-in-law..."

Jin Chen jabbed Jing Xingcan with his elbow, "Calling you?"

Jing Xingcan: "... Impossible!"