A thick darkness surged in from outside—darkness deeper than darkness itself.
Zhang Yuanqing possessed eyes that could see through the night, yet he could not see through this terrifying yin energy. He could only vaguely make out the figure in bridal robes crossing the threshold at an unhurried pace.
At that moment, Zhang Yuanqing experienced the greatest terror of his life.
It was not the horror of having his yang energy drained by the Shoulder-Perching Wraith, nor the panic of being pursued by zombies. It was the terror of having his emotions explode inside him while his body could not make the slightest response.
Unable to resist, unable to defend himself—there was only endless despair.
A Night Wanderer's abilities were utterly useless at this moment. He was completely suppressed.
Little Doubi was so frightened that he did not even dare cry. His little chubby body trembled nonstop, and a few seconds later, his useless master began trembling along with him.
Darkness flooded into the room. The figure in bridal robes approached step by step, dense deathly energy enveloping every corner of the bridal chamber.
Then, the Cat King Speaker in Zhang Yuanqing's pocket made another ill-timed sound:
"She has arrived, bringing unparalleled terror. The groom sits by the bed, thinking of his plan. He appears calm, but in truth he is terr—"
At that point, the Cat King Speaker seemed to suffer some sort of interference and emitted a crackling electric hiss. A few seconds later, its voice returned, but what it said made Zhang Yuanqing gape in shock:
"The groom appears calm, but in truth he is overjoyed, because the bride is beautiful, gentle, and dignified—a rare and perfect match. Yes, exactly like that. Bzzzt—"
Then it fell completely silent.
Overjoyed, my ass?! Are you sure that was what