No one knew which words had struck a nerve with the village chief. He sighed and spoke in a nostalgic tone. "To tell the truth, Miss Wu Family was a pitiful soul. Back then, everything happened so suddenly that they only thought to have a wedding dress made shortly before the sacrifice."
"But the village tailor worked day and night and only managed to send Miss Wu a half-finished dress to try on."
"By the time they'd altered it and finished a complete dress, the ceremony had already begun, and Miss Wu had no choice but to wear the half-finished one and climb into the wedding sedan."
"She never came back. Sigh!" The village chief gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with regret and fury. "Who could've guessed the truth was this? Those damnable scum from the spirit world!"
The three of them treated the village chief's words like nonsense, but the information he'd let slip caught Jiang Cheng's attention. He raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying Miss Wu had more than one wedding dress?"
"Ah..." The village chief replied instinctively.
"Is the other, finished dress still here?" Jiang Cheng immediately asked.
The village chief hesitated, then nodded uncertainly. "It should be. It should still be here. A dress like that couldn't possibly be worn by anyone else. Why, are you interested in it?"
"Take me to it. Now," Jiang Cheng said firmly.
Before long, with Jiang Cheng and the others escorting him, the village chief led them to a secluded house.
The owner was a hunched old man whose one eye seemed clouded over with white. After they explained why they'd come, he stared blankly for a moment, then gave Jiang Cheng and the others a strange look.
"Old Guo, what are you staring at? Get moving and show