Crystalline white flowers drifted down on the wind. Pure snow blanketed the towering Chastity Archway, weighed down the black floor tiles, and finally made Bai E Hua Avenue live up to its name.
Ji Li raised his head and exhaled a cloud of white mist. His eyes were spotless, as though the snow in the bridal chamber tonight had cleansed the mottled stains from his pupils.
Half lucid and half delirious, he had witnessed a grand drama of life and death, yet had no chance to savor it. What arrived in rapid succession was another brand-new night in the bridal chamber.
At this moment, it was already 12:30 a.m. on January 7.
It had actually been two days and two nights since he last escaped the Old Woman's cage, meaning Ji Li had missed two opportunities to enter this place.
Of course, that was because the Seventh Manager Mission was simply too high-level. While he was at the Rose Hotel, even the Ghost Bride could not drag him away.
But once he left that place, Ji Li could foresee that the debt of those two missed nights would be collected all at once.
There were eight nights left until the wedding night on January 15. Yet tonight, in theory, three different methods of attack should be stacked upon him to prevent the marriage.
A single ghost did not frighten Ji Li; he could push through one night after another. But attacks from three ghosts over three nights would be difficult to endure until dawn without unconventional means.
"Bai E Hua..."
Ji Li watched the snowflakes fluttering from the sky and murmured the street's name. In the distance came the crunching of snow beneath feet, as though many were approaching.
Along the long street, beneath black bricks and tiles, red lanterns