Just Do It!

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!!!"

"How can you be this strong?!"

The Red Traitor's face was white as a sheet, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.

Molly swept him with a cold gaze. A few drops of blood clung to her long silver hair, glinting strangely in the sunlight.

She moved, charging at the Red Traitor like a phantom.

"!!!"

The Red Traitor nearly died of fright. He turned to run.

But how could he outrun Molly?

Molly flicked her wrist, and Broken Sword stabbed toward his back with a sharp whistle.

Squelch!

The sound of the blade sinking into flesh rang out clearly.

The Red Traitor went rigid.

He looked down in disbelief at the sword tip protruding from his chest. A mouthful of black blood welled up from his throat.

"You..."

That was all he managed to say before his body turned into a wisp of black smoke and vanished into the air.

The remaining Black Defectors saw this, and whatever will to fight they had was gone.

"Run, I'm telling you!"

"She's terrifying, I'm telling you!"

Screaming, they fled the complex like beaten dogs.

Molly did not pursue them.

"Hah... hah..."

She stood with her sword lowered, breathing hard.

The battle had looked easy, but it had taken a heavy toll.

Even Warrior's Breathing Technique could barely replenish her strength as fast as she spent it.

She took out her phone and checked the time.

8:55 a.m., Kyoto time.

Only five minutes remained before the time she had agreed on with Luoxi.

Molly quickly typed a message, attached her location, and sent it to Luoxi.

[Found the source of the Miasma. Inside Jiba Property Complex, behind Prosperity Street. Come quickly.]

The notification confirming delivery had barely sounded when Luoxi replied.

[Got it. Be right there.]

Molly put away her phone and surveyed the wrecked square.

The ground was littered with the Black Defectors' protective suits. Miasma hung in the air, carrying a faint smell of blood.

After a moment's thought, she decided to explore the complex first and see if she could find any confidential Traitor Organization files.

A base hidden in a residential complex was bound to hold some useful information.

Molly headed deeper into the complex.

She kept her steps light and her senses alert, watching for any movement around her.

The complex was silent. There was not even a birdcall.

The Black Defectors who had fled earlier seemed to have vanished without a trace.

As she walked, Molly's vision suddenly blurred.

The scene around her began to shift rapidly, like a painting twisting out of shape.

The dilapidated apartment buildings became a mansion with red walls and dark-tiled roofs.

The protective suits on the ground disappeared, replaced by a red carpet.

The smell of blood and the Miasma gave way to the rich scent of incense.

Molly froze and stopped walking.

She looked down at herself. At some point, her silver-white magical outfit had turned into a bright red bridegroom's wedding robe.

The gold-embroidered robe made her look tall and straight, and a red silk sash was tied around her waist.

"???"

Molly was completely baffled.

What was going on?

She had been inside Jiba Property Complex a moment ago. How had she ended up dressed as a bridegroom in the blink of an eye?

She raised her head and looked around.

Red lanterns hung at the mansion's entrance, and large red "double happiness" characters were pasted beside the door. Everything looked festive.

Several people in ancient-style clothing stood at the entrance, smiling.

They bowed to her with clasped hands, offering congratulations to the bridegroom and wishing her a happy marriage.

Molly's brows drew together.

Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

Though they were smiling, their faces were frighteningly pale, their eyes sunken, and traces of blood seeped from their eyes, ears, noses, and mouths.

They did not look alive at all. They looked more like...

Ghosts who had been dead for days!

"!!!"

A chill raced up Molly's spine.

She tried to turn and leave, only to find that her limbs felt as heavy as lead. She could not move an inch.

A surge of unease rose in her at the helpless feeling of being controlled.

She hated it!

Just then, someone dressed as a butler strolled up to her.

His face was just as pale, with blood seeping from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. He bowed to Molly and said in a hoarse voice:

"Bridegroom, the auspicious hour has arrived. The bride has been waiting in the hall for some time. Please follow me."

Molly's mind went blank.

A bride?

She was a girl. Why would she have a bride?

Sure, her soul was male, but this was still ridiculous!

Before Molly could object, an invisible force took control of her body and made her follow the butler deeper into the mansion.

Unable to control her body, she could only watch herself walk into a lavishly decorated wedding hall.

The hall was full of people.

No. It was full of ghosts.

The ghosts wore all sorts of clothes.

Some wore ancient clothing, others modern. Every one of them was deathly pale, with blood seeping from their eyes, ears, noses, and mouths. Yet they all grinned and let out strange, rasping laughs, as though celebrating the wedding.

An offering table stood in the center of the hall, bearing an incense burner and red candles.

A woman in a red wedding dress stood on the far side of the table, her back to Molly.

She had a graceful figure, and her long black hair was pinned up with gold and jade ornaments. Phoenixes in flight were embroidered on her wedding dress. She looked beautiful.

Molly grew more and more uneasy.

She was certain she had stumbled into something supernatural!

"First bow, to heaven and earth—"

The butler's hoarse voice rang through the hall.

An invisible force controlled Molly's body, making her bow toward the entrance.

"Second bow, to the elders—"

Molly was forced to bow toward the offering table.

"Husband and wife, bow to each other—"

Molly's body was forcibly turned toward the woman in red, and she bowed.

"Heh heh heh heh..."

The ghosts around them laughed even louder. Their shrill, grating laughter made Molly's scalp prickle.

After the ceremony, Molly was forced to drink ceremonial wedding wine with the woman in red.

The wine slid down her throat with an icy chill, as though she had swallowed a cup of ice water.

Time flew by, and before she knew it, night had fallen.

Molly was led into a warmly decorated room.

Red candles burned inside, red gauze curtains hung around the bed, and a faint fragrance filled the air.

The woman in red sat upright at the bedside, her face hidden beneath a red bridal veil.

Molly finally regained control of her body. She hurried back a few steps and watched the woman warily.

Her heart was pounding with unease.

What on earth was happening?

What should she do?

She did not have Ning Caichen's nerve. She was not about to become intimately acquainted with a female ghost!

But she could not just stand there waiting.

Molly took a deep breath and walked toward the bed one step at a time, repeating to herself:

Worst case, I die. Just do it!