Outside the Old City, shops lined both sides of the streets, their various billboards gleaming in a riot of colors. Cars were parked along the roadside, clearly marking it as a bustling commercial district.
Yet now, not only were there no pedestrians on the street, but thick fog filled the area. A red sedan chair drifted back and forth through the fog, as though bearers were carrying it around.
In truth, there was not a single person around the sedan chair. It floated in midair on its own, as though invisible people were carrying it along.
And yet, from this uncarried sedan chair came the repeated cry, "Groom, please enter the sedan chair!"
Trumpets and suona horns rang out as well, accompanied by the music of drums and strings—a joyous wedding tune welcoming the bridegroom.
The bustling commercial street, the pervasive fog, the red sedan chair floating in midair, and the incessant wedding music together sketched out a bizarre and absurd scene.
Just then, a blade of light slashed across the sedan chair.
The sedan chair instantly fell apart.
A scream rang out from the fog. The Headless Bride, holding her own head, wore a twisted expression as her scarlet wedding robes billowed around her. She lunged through the air at Zhang Tianyi.
Zhang Tianyi raised his Tang Saber slightly, and a Cold Light suddenly burst forth.
The Headless Bride's body split in two. Before it could fully separate, several more blades of light crossed through it, tearing the strange bride in her wedding dress apart.
Zhang Tianyi slowly exhaled and looked toward the bizarre-looking young man in the distance. This fellow called Ji Ping looked like a patient who had escaped from a psychiatric hospital. It was certain that the stage from earlier, the Paper Figure actors, the Headless