Ye Zhen gripped the sword hilt tightly and turned to Yue Yan'an, who was panting heavily.
"Can you use your paranormal power a second time? If Yang Jian can't hold out, change the name to mine immediately!"
Yue Yan'an gave a bitter laugh, her face deathly pale.
"I can't change it anymore. The vengeful ghost inside me is on the verge of awakening. If I use even a trace more paranormal power now, I'll die before I can finish rewriting it."
Hearing that, Ye Zhen said no more.
He held the long sword across his chest, keeping his gaze locked on the Ghost Bride, and pressed his other hand against his earpiece.
The moment Yang Jian showed any sign of dying, he would call Lin Cheng without hesitation and have him put an end to all this.
Hiding behind them, Zhang Wei watched Yang Jian fall into a death trap to save him. He was so moved that tears and snot streamed down his face.
He wiped away his tears and, with reddened eyes, howled at Yang Jian's back.
"Leg Bro! You're too good to me!"
"Don't worry! If you really die here today, I won't let you down!"
"I'll find you the grave with the best feng shui in all of Dachang City!"
"Just visit me in a dream and tell me how many paper wives you want. I'll burn a whole regiment to keep you company, Leg Bro!"
Listening to Zhang Wei's ridiculous mourning, Yang Jian wanted to beat him up on the spot, but his body couldn't move at all.
As Yang Jian took Zhang Wei's place, some rule seemed to forcibly reset the interrupted ghost marriage.
The cold female voice rang out from every direction once more.
"First bow... to heaven and earth..."
Yang Jian's body