The moment I saw that blood-red flower, the first thing that came to mind was the Blood Bride Flower.
My master and I exchanged a glance and both gave a slight nod.
We began moving toward the blood-red flower...
We did not communicate with any of the surrounding ghosts.
Yet under Fox Grudge's resentment, these ghosts were playing the roles Fox Grudge had arranged for them long ago.
Or perhaps they were simply the identities they had held in life.
"I heard the young master of the Zhang Family learned mystical arts from some master."
"I heard that too. No idea whether it's true."
"I don't know. I only heard the bride seems to be a wealthy merchant's daughter."
"..."
The "guests" continued murmuring among themselves.
But neither my master nor I took in a single word.
We quickly approached the Blood Bride Flower. There were only a few minutes left.
Before long, my master and I arrived in front of the red flower.
White Immortal had said that the Blood Bride Flower had blood-red petals, while its stamen resembled the face of a crying woman.
Once the petals had been identified, we had to examine the stamen to confirm whether it was truly the Blood Bride Flower.
So the instant we approached the red flower, both my master and I held our breath and looked at its stamen.
But the moment we saw it, both of us froze.
This flower's stamen was not quite what White Granny had described.
Because the stamen was, damn it, a man's face—and it was bright green.
My master and I exchanged a glance, instantly dumbfounded.
But after only a second, my master shook his head at me.
Clearly, this flower was not the Blood Bride Flower we were looking for...
At the same