Outside the reception room, where only one person remained, chill winds gusted. Strange noises drifted out from within, leaving Boss Feng trembling outside with a box in his hands, unable to advance or retreat.
He had arrived long ago, but dared not enter.
He feared the Li Family, but feared the Secondary Consort inside even more.
The Secondary Consort had taken a fancy to the Li Family's second son.
Of all the times the Li Family's second son could have come, he had chosen the dead of night, during the welcoming of the true God—and the Secondary Consort had taken a fancy to him.
This time, Boss Feng could do nothing.
Fear bit into his heart like a Snake, turning his hands and feet ice-cold.
Behind him, in the shadows, countless strands of hair seemed to writhe.
The strands rubbed together, producing something like a human voice.
"Don't be afraid. My little sister is merely being naughty, forcing a marriage."
Goosebumps rose across Boss Feng's body at that hideous voice, one after another.
He dared not speak.
A wet strand of hair crept out of the darkness and onto his nose, cold enough to pierce the bone.
"Don't be afraid."
The rasping voice said, "We still have bliss to share. You won't die."
Inside, Lin Feng was growing impatient.
He knew it would not rain tonight, and the person he was waiting for would not come.
Someone was a born traitor.
There was no need to say who.
He finally stood up, intending to leave the reception room.
The lamp still had not gone out.
Ghosts blew out lamps, while men protected their candles. Lin Feng stubbornly made his refusal clear, but though he felt nothing, she was enamored. The hanged corpse behind him simply refused to let him