Before long.
An enormous figure stood towering in the main hall, the crown of her head almost touching the rafters, her bridal gown as red as blood.
The vast expanse of cloth looked like several broad, thick curtains stitched together and tailored into clothing...
She stood fully thirty feet tall, little different from the Long Ghost at their table, but her corpulent bulk was far beyond what the bamboo-thin Long Ghost could compare with.
Seen from afar, she was practically a small, moving mountain of corpses.
An overpowering stench of decay spread fiercely outward. With every step, the greasy folds of flesh on her body surged and piled up like waves, rolling over one another.
Her eyes were squeezed into narrow slits. Only by looking closely could one barely make out her pupils amid those twisting, writhing waves of flesh.
Standing beside Miss Yue, Song Rupu resembled a drenched, molting chick, seemingly liable to be trampled to death with a single careless step.
The instant she revealed her form, even the clamor of the ghosts briefly fell silent.
Even the Big-Headed Ghost serving as master of ceremonies shuddered involuntarily. Trembling, he raised the document to continue the proceedings.
But before he had spoken more than a couple of sentences, Miss Yue impatiently waved him silent.
"Stop spouting that useless crap. I only told you to imitate the ceremony, and now you actually think you're human? Hurry up and read out the gift list for me!"
Miss Yue's voice boomed like a great bell:
"To fill the bellies of you wandering ghosts today, even though we served the 'civilized fare' first, this household has still bled a fortune!
"If the gifts you offer later are paltry and stingy, none of you will be leaving. You can all stay here as dry