Before January 15, the Ghost Bride was Ji Li's ally. Their greatest enemy was the Time Ghost.
Ji Li had endured so many days and nights just to wait for an opportunity—at the very least, to see with his own eyes the ghost that toyed with his fate.
The main house's doors finally opened.
Incense ash swirled with red silk, drifting before the deserted doorway as the white-clad figures carrying the coffin and sedan chair gradually vanished into that stretch of darkness.
The light beneath the starry sky grew thin there. The darkness revealed by the main house was like a black hole devouring everything, swallowing even the light.
Yet that heart was like a firecracker with its fuse lit, its gunpowder burning, breathing...
"Thump-thump! Thump-thump!"
But at that very moment, Ji Li clearly had no body, only a head, yet he could still distinctly hear the Ghost Heart's tremulous beating.
Yes, it was trembling, not excitement.
The Ghost Bride had to be inside the main house. Being closer to her than ever before had caused the Ghost Heart's abnormal reaction, but it was not excitement. It was fear.
A faint trace of red—red again—appeared in the gap left by the opened doors of the main house, seeming at once real and illusory.
Ji Li suppressed his increasingly abnormal emotions and narrowed his eyes for a closer look. He was certain there truly was a red figure deep inside the main house.
That red was more seductive, more exquisite than the red in the third courtyard. The difference was unmistakable.
"Ding!"
"Ding!"
"Ding!"
A crisp, clean sound rang out inside the main house, its echoes reaching Ji Li's ears in the courtyard. It sounded like someone tapping a porcelain bowl, pleasant yet eerie.
Strangely, once the sound reached him, Ji