Inside the Old Mansion's Main Hall, Ye Zhen and Yue Yan'an stared intently ahead.
The final step in closing the loop of the ghost marriage was underway.
The deep medium of consciousness linking Yang Jian and the ghost dream was gradually merging.
This was the most dangerous moment. No outside interference could be allowed.
Huddled at the foot of a wall, Zhang Wei swallowed. The words Zhang Xianguang had left him with echoed in his mind: "Now it all comes down to luck."
"A contest of luck? That's the one thing I've got plenty of."
Zhang Wei immediately activated the vengeful ghost inside him.
An eerie ripple, invisible to the naked eye, spread outward from him.
The Luck Ghost's ghost domain unfolded.
Because the Nine Ghost Eyes inside Yang Jian were contending with the Ghost Bride.
The seal on this S-Rank ghost marriage domain had weakened to its limit.
Zhang Wei's supernatural power, which normally lacked any capacity for a direct assault, actually breached the ghost domain with ease.
An invisible, intangible kind of luck was gathering around Yang Jian in a frenzy.
It sought to clear away every unforeseen obstacle to the merger on a conceptual level.
However.
The instant the Luck Ghost's supernatural power spread fully, every hair on Zhang Wei's body stood on end.
It was an indescribable sixth sense.
Through the Luck Ghost's perception, some incredibly vile misfortune was forcing its way in through a means that defied all reason.
Zhang Wei immediately activated the Deceiving Ghost's ability and spoke without hesitation.
"Leg Bro's guaranteed to succeed, one hundred percent. After all, I'm right here beside him."
The instant he finished speaking, the Deceiving Ghost's supernatural ripples carried that assertion throughout the Main Hall.
Standing ahead of him, Ye Zhen and Yue Yan'an heard his words