A grating sound rang out as Fang Yang shattered the lids of the two coffins with a slap.
A faint pattering suddenly came from inside the coffins.
As though something were moving, so faintly, so hair-raisingly.
At last...
The things inside the coffins floated out.
She wore an intricate, finely crafted red wedding gown, its hem embroidered with a dragon and phoenix in auspicious harmony and edged with golden thread.
A red bridal veil covered her head.
Her figure was graceful, her delicate fragrance seeping into the heart.
She was the bride of today's ghost marriage.
The other figure also wore a groom's attire, but seemed to be a paper effigy, his eyes hollow and his expression blank.
Ever since emerging, he had floated beside the bride.
He seemed to have no feelings toward the outside world.
"I came from afar to watch the wedding. Naturally, the bride should lift her veil, shouldn't she?"
Fang Yang swept his palm, sending a gust of Astral Wind over the bride in an instant.
It blew her red veil up.
Revealing an exquisitely beautiful face.
Her brows resembled distant ink-blue mountains, her eyes were clear and limpid, and a dot of cinnabar marked the space between her brows. Rouge adorned her lips, and beneath the dim, wavering lamplight, her beauty was breathtaking.
Perhaps Fang Yang's action had been too sudden for her to react in time. She merely turned and stared blankly at him.
A biting yin aura emanated from her.
"Beautiful indeed. In that case, why cut out a paper man to marry? Doesn't that spoil the scenery? Why not let me cherish you instead?"
Fang Yang regarded her coldly, his eyes full of mockery. With a sweep of his palm, he struck the groom, instantly killing the pitiful groom cut from