Fire Ghost King

Zi Xuan did not refute Aunt Ma. Her grip on Jing Tian's hand tightened.

But out of the last remnants of her conscience, she still asked, "Is the Fire Ghost King... pretty?"

Since it was her first time falling in love in a thousand years, and she had even held such a grand wedding, she should have been a good person.

If her character passed muster, then only the hard requirement of appearance remained.

"Though she is not as beautiful as you three ladies, and her appearance differs from ordinary people, she is still quite a beauty. I saw her with my own eyes," Aunt Ma said.

"With your own eyes?" Xue Jian was surprised. "Aunt Ma, you attended the Ghost King's wedding feast?"

"No, I did not attend." Memories flickered in Aunt Ma's eyes. "It was a dream. It was also my first time seeing the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss."

It was a city as though it had been cast into a volcanic crater. Rivers of lava had replaced its moats; floating upon them were not lotus flowers, but resentful flames borne aloft by charred skeletal hands. The bronze mirrors the fire charms used for grooming were made of cooled black-iron lava. What they reflected was not one's face, but the horrific sight of the viewer's Previous Life being scorched.

The lava river surged, and three thousand skull lamps surfaced. The fire charms tore off their burnt skin for drumheads and used shinbones as mallets, playing the tune "Magpie's Nest" from the Book of Songs.

Black-iron platforms had been erected over the three erupting volcanic craters. Hanging ghosts performed Mulian Saves His Mother, their throats and tongues burned through by karmic fire. Souls of white bone played Du Liniang. When they sang, "Whose courtyard holds such delightful sights