Ghost Marriage

The entire scene was too bizarre.

Bo Shuo stared at the bluish-purple handprints on the woman's neck, then slowly shifted his gaze to Aunt Wang.

Aunt Wang had returned to normal. She smiled at Bo Shuo and his group and said apologetically, "Please excuse her, everyone. This woman is just crazy. You can just listen to whatever she says."

However, no one present was fooled by her words.

They didn't believe Aunt Wang had let the woman go out of kindness; there had to be something else they didn't know.

Therefore, the 'usefulness' of the woman was debatable.

"Aunt Wang, I'm very interested in our village's customs and traditions. Could you tell me about any recent events?"

Bo Shuo was the first to break the silence.

Hearing his words, Aunt Wang looked at him with a mixture of belief and doubt. The handsome young man before her had a smile on his lips. Although his aura was still cold, it was surprisingly sincere.

Her attitude softened. "There has been some unrest in the village recently."

Aunt Wang paused mid-sentence, a hint of hesitation appearing on her usually unchanging face.

"Are you thinking about something?" the young man asked, not rushing her, but his gaze drifted towards the tightly shut doors of the houses. "The local customs here are quite interesting."

His voice was chilling. "Isn't there a wedding banquet? Why is everyone staying indoors with their doors shut? Could it be that the bride and groom don't have many friends?"

The young man calmly concluded, "This wedding is clearly a waste."

Aunt Wang's expression darkened again at his words, this time with clear anger. "The bride and groom are together because they are in love. Their happiness is more important than anything else. There's no need to pry into other people's thoughts."

The young man nodded noncommittally, idly brushing his fingertip over his earring. He didn't comment on whether her words were right or wrong, his gaze, half-smiling, fixed on Aunt Wang.

"I didn't say anything harsh. Whether it's right or wrong isn't for us to judge, but why are you so agitated?"

"You!"

Aunt Wang realized she had lost her temper and began to rein in her obvious anger. She shot a sinister glare at Bo Shuo and said nothing more.

(Emotion Points from 'Aunt Wang' +1999)

Aunt Wang was indeed connected to the people involved in this wedding.

007: "Aunt Wang's hatred towards you is very high right now."

"She can't kill me right now," Bo Shuo said, his palms sweating slightly. "If she could, she would have already acted."

Bo Shuo wasn't wrong.

Although Aunt Wang's acting was superb, Bo Shuo could still see the well-hidden malice in her eyes.

Aunt Wang truly wished everyone would die here.

But Aunt Wang hadn't made a move, so something must be restraining her.

Was it rules? Or something else?

While he was lost in thought, they arrived at the wedding banquet venue.

But it was completely different from what they had imagined. There wasn't the slightest hint of festive joy; instead, it was deathly silent.

"Is this really a wedding banquet?" a trembling NPC voice asked.

Everything was white. Spirit Money drifted from the sky. What should have been bright red silk was now pale white paper flowers. The area meant to welcome guests was slightly sunken, looking less like a wedding banquet entrance and more like a grave.

And now, they were the funeral procession.

"Distinguished guests who have traveled from afar," the Village Chief emerged from the entrance, his voice trembling. "Please come in."

There were few people around, all men, wearing white cloths draped over their heads, yet pinned with a red flower on their chests, creating a jarring appearance.

Seeing Bo Shuo and his group arrive, their gazes were far from friendly.

Bo Shuo stood at the entrance for a moment. A Red String he had put in his pocket was taken out and twirled between his fingers. In the end, he didn't wear it and walked straight into the wedding banquet venue.

Some sharp-eyed individuals saw Bo Shuo not wearing the Red String and followed suit, taking off their own and hiding them before charging in.

The wedding banquet was held in a dark basement. The floor was covered in a layer of white Hell Money. At the front stood two black and white photo frames of the smiling bride and groom, facing the guest seating area.

Below the stage were the guest seats, but instead of the men wearing white cloths, they were occupied by lifelike Paper Figurines, identical to the ones they had seen that night. Their eyes were dotted with crimson with cinnabar.

They weren't facing the tables but were all turning their heads in unison, eerily locking eyes with the candidates entering the banquet.

"!"

The first few candidates felt their scalps tingle.

This definitely didn't feel right.

Bo Shuo paused, feeling an icy wind pass through his spine from behind, making him almost drop his Scalpel.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his fear, and scanned his surroundings. His gaze suddenly stopped on the mottled, peeling wallpaper not far away.

Faint, wind-dried, blurry handwriting was visible there. He could only vaguely make out a few words from the brushstrokes:

Wedding Banquet Rules

Rule One: To avoid waste, please finish all the food on your plate after the banquet begins. Do not leave any leftovers.

Rule Two: To maintain order during the wedding banquet, please do not leave midway.