Unlike the previous two teams, this team has an unusual lineup.
Apart from the three tall paper figures responsible for carrying the sedan chair.
A petite girl wearing a black cloak had also slipped into the group.
The moment I stepped out of the gates of Soul Return Town and shed my disguise.
Unlike the other townspeople, this cloaked figure did not turn into rotting flesh or bare bones.
Her skin only became paler and bloodless.
Moreover, her mode of movement was somewhat unusual.
With legs together, he hopped and skipped.
Clearly, this is a zombie.
As the group passed Tang Sirui's lonely grave, the cloaked figure suddenly stopped hopping around.
"Roar..."
She let out a hissing sound from deep in her throat.
Upon hearing this voice, the leader of the wedding procession...
A rotting corpse, dragging half a broken leg, staggered over and warily replied, "Roar?"
Without wasting words, the cloaked man pulled out a thick stack of silver notes.
A full 50 taels!
"Roar!!!"
Upon seeing this, the Corpse Captain let out an excited roar.
He took the silver note, pulled out half of it, and gave it to the ghost guards who were responsible for escorting the carriage.
Money makes the world go round, and this rule applies to the Barbaric Realm as well.
Having received the money, the rotting corpse captain waved his bone claws, signaling the wedding procession to Time Stop.
Then, it made a crossed-hand gesture towards the cloaked figure.
It means, for the sake of the money, I'll only give you ten minutes!
The cloaked figure nodded.
Then, she skipped over to Tang Sirui's tombstone and stiffly squatted down.
The night wind blew her hood off.
Under the moonlight, the cloaked figure revealed long hair and a pair of fluffy rabbit ears on top of their head.
With trembling hands, she reached into her bosom and pulled out another large stack of silver notes, a full 200 taels!
He then placed the silver notes in front of Tang Sirui's grave, opened his mouth...
He murmured a sentence in human language.
"Rise again... my love."
The moment the words fell!
The 200 taels of silver notes burst into flames, turning into a streak of white light that vanished into the earth!
Bang!!
The next moment, the cemetery trembled violently, and a pale hand burst forth from the ground!
Immediately afterwards, a figure crawled out of the grave.
He was a man covered in mud.
His lips were sewn shut with black thread, and there was a ring of stitches around his neck.
It was as if his head had been completely chopped off and forcibly reattached.
He gripped a bamboo stick tightly in his right hand.
On her slightly drooping left hand, she wore a ring on each of her middle and ring fingers.
If Zhao Yan were standing here right now, he would be absolutely horrified.
Because the spatial ring worn on the middle finger contains most of the armory of Huaxia Second Base!
And this man covered in mud was none other than Tang Sirui!
Tang Sirui slowly opened her eyes.
But those eyes held no light of life; they were dull and empty.
He was like a walking corpse.
Seeing her resurrected lover, the bunny-eared woman's eyes instantly welled up with tears.
Two lines of clear tears slid down her pale cheeks.
She hastily wiped away her tears with her sleeve, stepped forward, took Tang Sirui's hand, and led him back to the wedding procession.
The suona horns sounded again, and the wedding procession continued forward...
Three hours passed in the blink of an eye.
It was 3:04 AM.
There were only 10 minutes left before the wedding procession arrived.
Jiangnan sat atop a massive, collapsed stone pillar.
Guo Shuai, holding Circle, and Han Fei, the three of them stood beside him in a triangular formation.
They waited quietly for the wedding procession to begin.
Meanwhile, on the high cliff behind, Confucius stood guard in front of the RV, holding a giant axe.
Inside the vehicle were the rest of the team.
This was a tactical arrangement made after careful consideration by Jiangnan.
He didn't plan to bring his harem into Soul Return Town.
On the one hand, it is because its danger level is extremely high, and he has not yet personally tested the depth of the yellow-level area.
Bringing too many people in could easily become a burden and trigger an uncontrollable crisis of total annihilation.
On the other hand...
And most importantly, according to Confucius, the Phoenix Emperor who was in charge of Soul Return Town.
They harbored obsessive and unreasonable desires towards him, the Dragon God.
One of them possesses two Spirit Artifacts that are suspected to be of the highest or higher grade.
A yandere female ghost whose strength is unfathomable and who has been waiting for him for thousands of years.
If, at this crucial moment, you saw yourself swaggering off to your wedding with a group of beautiful women...
The scene was so beautiful that I dared not even imagine it in Jiangnan.
No matter how arrogant he is, he wouldn't gamble on the rationality of a yandere woman.
If the Phoenix Emperor were to unleash its fury and indiscriminately bombard the enemy with top-tier Spirit Artifact, Chen Tong and the others would definitely be in mortal danger.
Therefore, the women were left in the relatively safe ruins of the temple, guarded by Confucius, a powerful external ally.
He led a few core combatants to investigate the Soul Return Town.
It's an absolutely perfect strategy that wins both ways.
At this moment, Jiangnan was toying with the token in his hand that was neither gold nor wood.
The front of the token is engraved with an ancient-style character for "Confucianism," while the back bears the three characters "Confucian Dao Token."
This was given to him by Confucius.
He can unconditionally command the three thousand disciples of Confucius in the [Confucian Dao Association] of Soul Return Town!
With this thing, he essentially gained a loyal private army out of thin air in the town.
It works very well.
"Boss!"
Guo Shuai squinted and pointed to the thick fog at the edge of the wilderness, "It looks like something's coming!"
Circle Quan waved her little hands.
"Laborer! Laborer! Something's here! Something's come to get us!"
Upon hearing this, Han Fei immediately took out a stocking from his pocket and put it over his head.
She opened her eyes and looked at the red light in the distance and the sound of suona horns carried on the wind.
"Judging from that... it looks like a wedding procession?"
Han Fei clenched his fist.
Jiangnan stopped playing with the token.
"It's finally starting."
He stood up from the stone pillar, twirling the Godslayer Spear in his hand.
Then...
He took the invitation out of his pocket.
In the distance, the outline of the wedding procession became increasingly clear.
Twelve ghostly messengers cleared the way, their swords flashing intermittently.
Hundreds of eerie figures played music and danced, their rotting faces still bearing smiles.
The bridal sedan chair stood in the center of the procession, its red ribbons fluttering and golden bells jingling.
At the front of the group, the rotting corpse captain, dragging half a broken leg, limped forward.
It stared at the invitation in Jiangnan's hand, then bowed respectfully and gestured for him to enter.
Pointing to the large red sedan chair in the center of the procession, which could only accommodate one person.
"Boss, we'll follow behind."
Guo Shuai took a step forward, pulling the Circle, and Han Fei followed closely behind.
The three of them walked straight toward the wedding procession, intending to follow along.
Clang!
Two swords and a cross were placed in front of Guo Shuai and Han Fei.
They blocked their way.
What do you mean?
Han Fei's eyes turned cold; the [Plunder] was ready.
The Corpse Captain turned around, his empty eye sockets staring at Guo Shuai and the others, and shook a finger.
Then, it pointed to the invitation in Jiangnan's hand, and then to the bridal sedan chair.
He made a crown shape with his hands above his head, then waved his hands.
This body language is so expressive it's like they've written it all on their face.
Rules are rules!
"He's just a candidate in the selection process, not the actual groom yet, and he doesn't have any special privileges!"
"The sedan chair is for him only. All other people, get out!"
Seeing the arrogant actions of the Corpse Captain, Guo Shuai laughed in anger.
"Hey, you spineless piece of trash who can't even speak properly, yet you're so good at putting on airs?"
Just as tensions were running high and the ghost messengers were preparing to take direct action to suppress the attack.
Jiangnan, who had been sitting on the stone pillar, slowly stood up.
He didn't take out Memo Paper; he simply stared arrogantly at the strange group before him.
When he looked at people with that gaze, the three people who knew him immediately took a half-step back in unison.
Another person... oh no, another ghost is going to be in trouble!
Jiangnan raised his right hand, bringing his index and middle fingers together to form a sword-finger gesture.
His gaze went straight into the eyes of the Corpse Captain.
"Rule."
Jiangnan spoke softly, as if he were talking about something insignificant.
"It can be changed."
The Corpse Captain wanted to refuse, but he stopped as soon as he raised his hand.
Because the eyes of Jiangnan have brightened.
Suddenly, endless, dazzling divine light burst forth from those dark eyes.
"By the words of God, my command is etched into your soul!"
Buzz!
The light lasted only a moment, so brief that Guo Shuai and Han Fei didn't even notice it.
They just felt a sudden flash of light in front of their eyes, like a backlight.
But they saw every strange thing that happened in the wedding procession.
In that instant, they saw a pair of eyes.
There was no anger, no murderous intent in those eyes, only one thing: rules.
It's not a request, not a discussion, it's a statement.
This is how things should be stated.
It's as if the rules have been like this for a very, very long time.
The Corpse Captain lowered his head, his hunched body bending even deeper.
But something else had appeared in my mind: obedience.
Rules can be changed.