The scene was filled with logical information—far more than an ordinary mind could bear.
Rosy-Nosed Monkey Three in the mourning hall had already changed into a black-and-white groom's outfit.
Amid the cheers of a crowd of paper effigies, he and the Ghost Bride bowed to each other as husband and wife.
Faint sounds of clamor, as though imbued with magic, spread in all directions, sweeping past the City God Temple and swiftly reaching the entire county seat.
In their dreams, they witnessed the wedding of a Ghost Bride. An inexplicable terror rose in every heart, countless emotions surging forth, yet they were unable to wake.
Like puppets under someone's control, they could only watch the husband-and-wife bows conclude as the two were escorted into the bridal chamber amid the paper effigies' rowdy cries.
Li Qing quietly made his way to the other side of the bridal chamber window, lightly piercing the paper covering as he peered inside.
Under the dark green candlelight, Rosy-Nosed Monkey Three was lifting the bride's veil.
A woman's face covered in twisted wounds, seemingly disfigured, appeared before his eyes. It was grotesquely ugly—ugly enough to make one vomit at the sight.
The Ghost Bride's coquettish voice rang out. "Husband, am I beautiful?"
Rosy-Nosed Monkey Three nodded blankly. "Wife, you're so beautiful."
At this moment, in the eyes of the countless people witnessing this scene in their dreams, the Ghost Bride's face was shrouded in Mist.
But as Rosy-Nosed Monkey Three spoke, the Mist over the Ghost Bride's face swiftly dispersed, revealing a beauty capable of toppling kingdoms and cities, impossible to forget.
The Ghost Bride's face flushed faintly, like a noble young lady drunk on wine.
She parted her cherry lips and gently inhaled at Monkey Three before her.
Rosy-Nosed Monkey Three seemed to have had