"Did that kid really get snatched away by the Ghost Marriage procession? Was that earlier Ghost Marriage procession a manifestation of Xiahou Aotian's inner trauma, specifically there to fetch him?"
Zhang Yuanqing stood before the mural, clicking his tongue in amazement.
The most terrifying and unbreakable illusions were always woven from the things the target feared most deeply.
Xiahou Aotian, with his thick brows and big eyes, actually had psychological trauma over Ghost Marriage?
No, perhaps not Ghost Marriage itself, but an unhappy marriage—or a wife as terrifying as a ghost.
Had his parents' unhappy marriage left him traumatized since childhood?
As his thoughts ran wild, the mural changed. Two paper effigies stepped forward and pressed down the groom's head, forcing him to bow and complete the wedding ceremony.
Another paper effigy stepped forward and pressed down on the bride's shoulder, making her bend over and kneel in worship.
Suddenly, the bride's head rolled out from beneath her veil, tumbling with a "gurgle" to the groom's feet. The head was badly decayed; even beneath its layer of white powder, the rotting flesh could not be concealed.
The bride's eyes were chilling white pupils, staring fixedly at the groom as two streams of black bloody tears flowed from her sockets.
Inside the mural, the groom was so frightened that his eyes began to roll back, his body shaking like a sieve.
This is bad. He's about to be scared out of his wits! Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly raised his brush and drew bolts of lightning into the mural.
Silver-white lightning brimming with destructive energy descended, vaporizing all the resentful spirits and evil entities in the hall, leaving behind only the terrified groom. He looked around in panic, having no idea what had happened.
Suddenly, the doors of the hall swung