Ghost Bride

Eat or not eat.

If he did not eat, he would violate the rules. If he did, who knew whether it was poisonous?

A C-class Player with Bai Ziheng's name over his head was the first to pick up his chopsticks. This pursuit had not affected him much. It had merely drained a great deal of his strength, though he looked far less at ease than Bo Shuo.

As a round of chewing sounds began, Xiao Qi, the D-class underling who had been following behind him the entire time, also raised his chopsticks.

After swallowing the food, Bai Ziheng grinned. "What, none of you are eating? Are you planning to make the two of us finish all this?"

Seeing someone take the lead, everyone seemed to come back to their senses. They sat down one after another, then cautiously prodded open the dishes and scooped them into their mouths.

The terrible taste made everyone's expression turn strange.

Bo Shuo did not touch his chopsticks.

007 said, "These things have gathered the Ghost Bride's resentment. They can confuse the mind."

Xi Guici, seated steadily beside him, also remained in his place. He seemed to have anticipated the scene just now, standing in the most concealed corner from the beginning and waiting for everything to settle.

He glanced at the disgusting dishes and frowned almost imperceptibly. Then, with his eyes curved into a smile, he gazed at Bo Shuo. "Mr. Bo definitely can't eat something like this."

As if performing a magic trick, he pushed over a perfectly prepared steak in the blink of an eye.

A rich fragrance rose from it.

Bo Shuo stared at it for several seconds, but still could not believe that the steak had been transformed from the unknown meat on that plate just moments ago.

Bo Shuo refused to eat it.

After 007 confirmed that the steak was not poisonous, he handed it to Sang Yu.

Sang Yu raised an eyebrow. Under Xi Guici's suddenly cold gaze, she accepted it and swallowed it in one bite.

Once all the food had been eaten, a gale suddenly rose.

The surrounding scene changed at lightning speed, and a feeling of weightlessness swept over him.

Wait!

Bo Shuo's eyes widened slightly as an ominous premonition arose. Everything around him blurred and warped.

Sang Yu's anxious cry reached his ears, and then his entire consciousness began to dissipate.

When his consciousness returned, Bo Shuo's face was slightly pale. His stomach cramped faintly from the dizziness.

But nothing showed on the surface. He still wore that same calm, composed expression.

Bo Shuo rubbed his temples and began cautiously observing West Zhou.

He seemed to be inside a wooden cabin.

Red gauze surrounded him.

Layer upon layer of red flowers hung loose, while red candles and incense burned inside the cabin, their wisps drifting through the air.

Beyond the red gauze, candlelight cast flickering shadows. Human figures shifted outside, and he could not tell whether they were his own shadows or something else.

The surroundings were utterly silent. Even the other candidates were no longer beside him.

(Attention! Corruption Value increasing--)

On his panel, a small section of red progress bar was slowly filling.

007 said anxiously, "Host, the Corruption Value here is above the safe limit. It's very dangerous. We need to leave immediately. If the Corruption Value exceeds the limit, both of us will die here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bo Shuo felt a faint heat spread through his limbs. A strange discomfort came over him, and every part of his body seemed to be shouting: danger, danger, danger.

(Corruption Value: 10%)

From deep within the red bridal canopy came a woman's mournful, desolate voice. "Are you my husband?"

(Corruption Value: 15%)

The slender figure inside seemed to sit up from the bed. Two long, pale fingers lifted the curtain, and an exquisitely beautiful face slowly emerged.

"Are you my husband?" she asked again.

The bride wore an ornate wedding gown. Her brows were shaped like distant mountains, and her eyes seemed to hold tears, making her appear pitiful and delicate.

Yet between her fingers beneath the crimson wedding robe were strands of blood and flesh, slowly sliding from her fingertips to the floor.

This was no bride awaiting marriage. She was clearly a vengeful Ghost seeking a life.

Cold sweat poured from Bo Shuo as that extreme sense of danger locked onto him. He felt as though something heavy were pressing down on his back.

But his expression remained calm.

His handsome, cold face was still tranquil and unreadable.

The Black Haired Red Robed Youth quietly looked at her. Cold light lingered at the corners of his narrow eyes, half-hidden by the fog spreading from afar, giving him an air of aloof disdain.

He seemed to let out a scoff before slowly denying it.

"No." The Youth paused for a moment, then said sarcastically and viciously, "If you mistook that ugly man for me..."

"Then you must be blind."

As soon as he finished speaking, the air fell still.

The Ghost Bride, who had been waiting to reveal her Ghost form and devour the man before her, froze for a moment. She had not expected the Youth to answer that way.

The Ghost Qi boiling around her strangely quieted.

"Then who are you?"

The Ghost Bride tilted her head. Before Bo Shuo could answer, she clapped her hands. "Then you must be a guest who came to attend my wedding."

She muttered to herself, "What a pity. I can't find my husband. Otherwise, I would certainly let you attend a grand wedding."

"Damn it. Before I find the groom, so many Little Bugs actually dared to impersonate him."

"Little Bugs?" Bo Shuo asked without changing his expression.

At the mention of them, the Ghost Bride's face turned venomous. "A bunch of bugs impersonating my husband."

But in the next instant, she changed expressions again. Her jade-white fingers slowly tied up the red gauze in front of her, after which she sat down before the vanity.