"Don't say anything yet!"
Ye Zhen cut her off, then turned to stare hard at Yang Jian.
"We can't slash him or sever it, so what now? Just watch him finish the wedding ceremony and die?"
Yang Jian paid Yue Yan'an no attention at all. His mind was racing.
"His body is controlled by the curse, and his consciousness has already been deeply invaded by supernatural power."
"I'll force his consciousness awake first. As long as he can resist on his own, we'll still have a chance to sever the medium."
Seeing this, Yue Yan'an hurried forward a step and raised her hand again. "Actually, with this kind of medium used by the Ghost Bride, I..."
Yang Jian gave an order without looking back. "Step back for now."
Yue Yan'an's words were forcibly choked off. She pouted in grievance and could only retreat helplessly to the side.
Yang Jian took a deep breath and hesitated no further.
The supernatural power of the Ghost Dream forcibly invaded the depths of Zhang Wei's already dazed mind.
The next second.
Yang Jian's consciousness descended directly into a dream of false memories.
The sight before him nearly made Yang Jian give in to the urge to strangle Zhang Wei.
Inside this false dream constructed by supernatural power.
There was a luxurious courtyard with an antique elegance.
And Zhang Wei was grinning like an idiot, blindfolded, playing hide-and-seek in the courtyard amid clusters of blooming flowers!
"Beauty, here I come..."
Zhang Wei's face was flushed as his hands groped wildly around.
Yang Jian stood there expressionless, then helplessly raised a hand to cover his face.
Ahead of Zhang Wei stood a woman dressed in ancient red robes.
Her face was hidden in shadow, making her features impossible to see.
Only her lifeless red eyes were