The weather refused to cooperate. A fine drizzle fell over the Wei Family again, like a curse hanging over them.
If the Ghost Bride was a spirit consumed by resentment after suffering a terrible injustice, then there was certainly more than one Ghost Bride in the Wei Family.
Xie De stood outside the Wei Family Shrine, calmly watching the growing crowd. He stood in a corner without deliberately hiding himself, while Emma stood beside him, holding Coal Ball.
Xu Gong and Zuo Shenghang stood behind them. As for the university students, they had never allowed them to come out in the first place.
The Spirit Dance performer flailed and danced in the rain.
The entire Wei Family Shrine had been built like a tall building. Sobs drifted from within, sounding like mournful laughter.
Xie De took a deep breath and told the others behind him, "Let's begin. If anything goes wrong, abort immediately."
Xu Gong and Zuo Shenghang obediently nodded.
Fighting through the goosebumps covering his body, Xie De told 455 to get ready, then walked straight into the Ancestral Hall. Emma followed warily behind him, holding Coal Ball.
Xu Gong and Zuo Shenghang turned toward the Spirit Dance performer.
The Ancestral Hall was frighteningly dim. A crowd knelt there, kowtowing before lifting their heads with tearful sobs, or clutching their heads as they looked over. Their faces were deathly pale and tinged with a sickly blue-black, like vengeful ghosts demanding lives.
Yet every one of them seemed mute, doing nothing but staring fixedly at them.
They were not players, so they did not trigger an attack.
Outside, Xu Gong and Zuo Shenghang threw themselves into the fight as well. One drew a gun while the other set up items, and they moved straight in to surround and attack their