After regaining Wu Chou discovered that he was inexplicably trapped inside... a coffin!
His arms were bound behind his back, but the peculiar putrid smell and the cramped feeling inside the coffin made him quite certain.
One second I was clearly looking at the bridal sedan chair, how could this be...?
Unpleasant memories flooded back.
Wu Chou's first reaction was to shout, but when he opened his mouth, he realized he couldn't make a sound.
His heart was beating slowly, his jaw was trembling, and his broad body was trapped in the coffin, unable to even turn over.
He tried to break free of the ropes, but his hands were pinned down by his back, leaving him with insufficient space to move his wrists.
Muffled groans kept coming from the coffin. Wu Chou move his arms, Wu Chou tried to bang his head against the coffin lid, but to no avail.
His breathing gradually became heavier, accompanied by an uncontrollable whooshing sound as it cut through the air.
Let me out...
Wu Chou's tense muscles spasmed as he used all his strength to bang on the coffin lid, trying again and again, failing each time.
Outside the coffin lid.
Pu Sang was dressed in a crimson gown, the hem of which was so long it could wrap around her. Panicked, she grabbed the hem and rushed outside.
It must be another hallucination, it definitely is!
A ghost blocked her path, its illusory body floating leisurely in the air. She gritted her teeth, clasped her hands together, and cast a spell. Even though she only possessed the power of purification, it became aggressive because she was exerting all her strength.
The ghosts were not very strong, and they were all killed.
Pu Sang dared not relax, and ran towards the door as fast as he could, trying to escape the eerie courtyard decorated with lanterns, red ribbons and white couplets.
Having finally stepped outside, I found myself back on my bed in the room in the blink of an eye.
"Ah!"
Pu Sang screamed in fright, his pupils trembling as he stared intently at the door that seemed so close.
"How so..."
"I don't want to get married... I don't want to marry a ghost!"
At that moment, Pu Sang's mind was filled with images of his mother's tragic state; his face turned deathly pale, and he was drenched in cold sweat.
She ran out of the door time and time again, only to be sent back to bed each time.
Gradually, her strength slowly faded.
He had just stood up when his legs gave way and he fell off the bed, rolling around on the floor, his numb arms reaching out.
There's no escaping it...
I can't live without it.
It was as if a ghost was whispering in my ear.
"There's no escaping it..."
Pu Sang repeated it, despair gradually settling in his eyes.
--
Si Yan opened her eyes and found herself standing in the village chief's yard.
The vast, empty open space was teeming with all sorts of vengeful ghosts.
They conform to all human imaginations of vengeful ghosts; some are incomparably beautiful, while others are extremely ugly, with their eyes, intestines, and blood flowing everywhere.
The entire courtyard was filled with the stench of blood and an eerie atmosphere.
Si Yan stood there, unable to suppress the chill that ran through her body. She was enveloped by the yin energy, and even her fingertips were numb with cold.
Before I met Jiang Nuo, before I grew up, every nightmare I had as a child looked like this.
Si Yan's fingers trembled slightly as she stiffly cast a spell. Her phoenix eyes were icy as she stared at the horde of vengeful spirits. The posture and scene were the same, but her gaze was completely different from when she was young.
There was no fear whatsoever, only a chilling killing intent.
One, two...
Si Yan's actions were ruthless and vicious; killing was not enough, he used Spiritual Power to create blades to torture her in a meticulous and painless manner, as if to avenge the suffering she endured in her youth.
The entire courtyard was filled with the wails of various vengeful ghosts.
The stench of blood was overwhelming and pervasive.
Si Yan's face was ashen, his whole body tense. He watched as the vengeful ghosts collapsed to the ground, unable to get up, and slowly let out a long sigh.
The next second, another figure flashed by.
Si Yan turned around alertly, but froze instantly.
" Nuonuo..."
His voice was hoarse, and the end of his words trembled, as if he couldn't be sure.
Jiang Nuo glanced at the vengeful ghost behind him, then slowly shifted her gaze to Si Yan's face, uttering extremely vicious words.
"You're amazing, Si Yan! You can kill so many ghosts!"
"You've repeatedly pretended to be weak in front of me. No wonder you're a movie star. Why don't you dare show me your true self?"
Si Yan blinked her phoenix eyes, seemingly unable to believe what she was hearing, "How could you... be so mean to me?"
My heart sank, but I gradually came to my senses.
"You're not Nuonuo..."
Jiang Nuo would never talk to him like that.
"What, just because I didn't do what you wanted, you think I'm different from before?"
Jiang Nuo scoffed, slowly approaching, her eyes sharp and mocking. " Si Yan... don't forget, you still owe me something."
Why should I be expected to treat you this well?
"I..."
Si Yan felt immense pain upon hearing these words, even though she knew that the person before her... perhaps not even a human being, was not the real Jiang Nuo.
He clenched his fists to calm himself down, raised an eyebrow, and glared coldly at the ghostly thing that had transformed into Jiang Nuo's appearance.
"You're not Jiang Nuo; he wouldn't talk to me like that."
Having said that, he channeled his Spiritual Power into his fingertips and tightly gripped the throat of the ghost before him. The ghost seemed to be in pain, letting out a soft gasp, its eyes filled with agony.
" Si Yan... are you going to kill me?"
It was truly pathetic for Jiang Nuo to utter those words with her face. Si Yan was now convinced that the person in front of her was a ghost, and remained unmoved, her phoenix eyes filled with sinister coldness.
But upon closer inspection, the arm choking his throat was still trembling.
Meanwhile, the real Jiang Nuo...
--
Jiang Nuo stood in a strange void, sitting cross-legged in a daze.
"What's going on here? There's a temporary rest area in the illusion?"
He muttered something, propped his face up with his hands, and suddenly realized what was happening.
That's not right.
I was just looking at the bridal sedan chair.
He looked up at the same pure white void all around him, wondering what kind of trouble the Ghost King who controlled the illusion was up to now.
Suddenly, the void trembled for a moment, Si Yan emerged from it.
Jiang Nuo glanced at him for two seconds, her eyes slightly narrowed, and then she stood up slowly.
" Nuonuo."
Si Yan called his name, her expression one of pain, "Where am I? I can't escape..."
Jiang Nuo replied, "How would I know? If we can't get out, we'll just stay here."
He smiled, his eyes crinkling, his words dripping with malice, "What else can we do?"
Si Yan hadn't expected his answer, and after a few seconds of being speechless, she said, " Nuonuo, while no one's around, I think..."
"Okay, that's really fake."
Jiang Nuo had little patience and interrupted him directly.
Then she tilted her head, her eyes smiling, "What a clumsy imitation. Do you need me to teach you how to play Si Yan?"
ghost. "..."
What else can I do?
Everyone else goes to their most feared place, how come you don't even have anything you're most afraid of!
The ghost stopped pretending and transformed into a terrifying, malevolent spirit, opening its mouth to bite Jiang Nuo. Then, its head was knocked off, it rolled a few times on the ground, and its form vanished, disappearing into the ethereal white void.
Jiang Nuo snapped out of her daze, moved her stiff neck, and saw that the other three were still standing still.
All the ghosts on the other side of the bridal sedan chair were rustling and watching the spectacle, finding it unbelievable that he had woken up so early.
Finally, after a barrage of comments, someone from the guest group woke up.