The first to shout in the restaurant were the children, clapping and jumping, yelling that they wanted to see the bride. Jack pointed there and said, "You'd better go back now, we might need to find something to burn."
Lu Mingran then left. What he didn't know was that as soon as he left, Jack focused his mental energy to contact the Earl.
Jack was somewhat flustered. In previous practice dungeons, the Earl would always guide him. But this time, unlike usual, the Earl completely ignored him.
If he were to ask Lu Mingran this question, he would get an answer he couldn't believe but had already guessed:
"The Earl wants to push them to the brink of death to see what Cheng Yungui is capable of."
But Lu Mingran was an unexpected variable.
After what just happened, and considering the wedding procedures on both sides, Lu Mingran had a guess: could something in every part of the wedding procedure be a clue?
That was a DVD documenting how the bride and groom met. Next...
Lu Mingran's gaze fell on the wedding poster at the door, which featured the bride and groom's wedding photos.
He really wanted to try throwing the poster in and burning it, but he knew he might get beaten up if he did. So, Lu Mingran wandered over to the staff.
The staff over there were searching everywhere for his spare discs when Lu Mingran shamelessly bothered him, saying that some relatives wanted to see the wedding photos.
"Oh, they're all on the disc... Hey, where's my disc?"
It seems we can't just fleece one sheep. Seeing how hard the staff were working, Lu Mingran shamelessly helped them find some discs.
As she searched, something was blown onto Lu Mingran by the wind and then fell off.
Huh?
Lu Mingran looked down and saw a photo lying at her feet. In the photo, the bride was holding the groom's arm, holding a bouquet, smiling sweetly and happily.
He instinctively bent down to pick it up, but then a gust of wind blew by, swirling the photo around and causing it to drift and land somewhere in front of him.
Lu Mingran walked over and bent down.
The wind blew the photos again.
After several such commotions, Lu Mingran had unknowingly followed the photo for a long time, gradually moving away from the bustling crowd and ending up in a corner.
Lu Mingran stopped.
He had read a story about riding on a donkey and tying a carrot to the front of it, which would make the donkey try to move forward in order to get the carrot.
Lu Mingran felt like she was that cute little donkey.
Donkeys are so cute, how could you lie to them?
He knew that if he continued to follow like this, he would soon be able to see the ghost's bloody legs when he bent down, and then be killed by the ghost when he looked up, dying silently. When others found him, his body would be highly decomposed, lying in a deserted corner.
The photo lay quietly on the ground, seemingly waiting for Lu Mingran to bend down and pick it up again.
Lu Mingran gave it a deep look, then turned and left.
A little while later, Lu Mingran returned, carrying a mop he had borrowed from the cleaning lady. It was an old-fashioned one with many strips, and Lu Mingran had even rinsed it to keep it wet and heavy. The cleaning lady looked at him sympathetically and said:
"While others are enjoying a banquet, you're here washing mops. How pathetic."
The man's face was expressionless, his cold eyes fixed on the pool of water without any emotion. His hands were extremely strong, his gaze utterly indifferent; he resembled a ruthless killer.
Finally, he left with the mop, leaving the aunt with a lonely figure.
Lu Mingran returned and stood in front of the photograph.
The next moment, as the wind blew the photo up, Lu Mingran raised the large mop, aimed it with a smack, and covered it up.
The wind is still blowing.
Blow, blow... and blow some more.
The photo was firmly pressed under the mop, completely still.
The man remained expressionless, holding the mop handle with a blank expression, and casually put his hands on his hips.
Chapter 62 Want to be the King of the Night? No way (14)
The wedding was about to begin, and the people in the restaurant ate a few bites of cold dishes while craning their necks to look outside.
"Great, nobody noticed me."
Thinking this, Lu Mingran quietly slipped out along the wall. In his right hand, he tucked a pitiful, wet wedding photo between his fingers.
Once outside, Lu Mingran went straight to Jack, but before he even reached the brazier, Jack frowned and waved his hand in front of his nose:
"My God, what's that smell on you?!"
"Oh, you mean this?"
Lu Mingran raised the culprit's head, looking innocent and righteous: "Wedding photos, I just rescued them from under a mop head."
It's as if he wasn't the one who pressed the mop on it.
What? Why are your wedding photos under the mop? What did you do to them?
Jack stared at him wide-eyed, while Lu Mingran had already thrown the photo into the brazier. Fortunately, all those inside could see was the dazed Jack; they burned it with unbridled abandon.
"I'll do it." Jack stopped Lu Mingran and took a small twig to pok at the brazier.
The flames in the basin licked the faces of the bride and groom. Lu Mingran stared at them, thinking, "I hope it works, I hope it's not too late."
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Cheng Yungui saw the child again, but this time the child didn't talk to him much. He handed the things to him and then stuck out his tongue and left.
Cheng Yungui lowered his head, speechless for a long time, stunned by the scene in the photo.
A photograph, of a female corpse, in high definition.
Aren't all the supernatural photos in horror movies usually blurry and inherited? This is the first time Cheng Yungui has ever seen such a clear photo.
The photo shows a woman's corpse lying in a coffin, covered with a large amount of river silt. It appears this photo was taken immediately after the body was dug out of the river.
Moreover, Cheng Yungui wanted to praise the system. The system had really put in a lot of effort this time. The photo had a strong smell of rotten river water, which was very fitting for the scene. No wonder the child couldn't stand it earlier.
Cheng Yungui looked at the female corpse in the coffin, and to his surprise, the corpse wasn't as terrifying as he expected. Her face did resemble a corpse, distorted, but she was neatly dressed in a dark purple cheongsam and wore red cloth shoes. She even had earrings and bracelets on her wrists.
But that's precisely what's abnormal. A person who dies of natural causes is usually buried in their burial clothes or properly prepared; judging from the state of this female corpse, it seems more like—
It's more like he was put into a coffin right after he died.
Just then, the sounds of suona horns and firecrackers flooded the courtyard again, even louder than before. Cheng Yungui hurriedly put away the photos and, like everyone else, turned his gaze towards the door.
First to enter were Fang's parents, dressed in traditional Chinese wedding attire, both looking beaming with joy. Following them, a man and a woman, each carrying a portrait of the bride and groom, filed in, leading the others who carried the coffins.
"Thank you, thank you everyone for attending my son's wedding."
After bowing to the people around him, the father of the Fang family raised his hand and waved, signaling that the music and firecrackers outside could stop.
Then an old man in a long robe and with a beard walked in. This man was clearly a person of high status in the family; as soon as he entered, the chattering immediately subsided.
"Ahem," the old man cleared his throat, glanced at Fang's father, and asked, "What's the bride's zodiac sign?"
Fang's father suddenly seemed troubled. After a long pause, he muttered, "He didn't say."
"Ridiculous! If you don't even know the bride's zodiac sign and birth date, what kind of marriage are you even suited for?"
The old man found this unbelievable, muttering a curse as he leaned on his cane, but since things had come to this, he could only continue with the procedure. Perhaps noticing his displeasure, Fang's mother stepped in to smooth things over, saying, "They said it over there... oh, born in the Year of the Rabbit!"
Hearing this, the old man's expression softened a little before becoming serious again: "Then please, those born in the years of the Horse, Dragon, and Rooster, go out first and come back in for drinks after the ceremony. Otherwise, we're afraid you might offend the bride later."
No one objected or asked any questions. In an instant, some people stood up and silently walked out. After they left, the old man nodded, and the two coffins were lifted one after the other. At the same time, someone brought over an offering table and chairs and placed them in an open space in front of them.
Although she had been beaming with joy just moments before, the mother couldn't help but wipe her eyes when she saw her son's coffin again. Immediately, someone nearby comforted her, saying, "Don't cry, your son is getting married today, it's a good day!"
"Pah!" Cheng Yungui cursed inwardly.
Buying and selling other people's corpses, treating girls like livestock, and even hoping that living girls will die quickly so they can be married off to their sons—may your family see coffins every year.
While Cheng Yungui was cursing under his breath, the two coffins were carried in and placed on the ground, and the Fang couple took their seats.
The ceremony is about to begin.
The courtyard was unusually quiet at this moment. The person in charge looked at the two memorial tablets on the table and lit an incense stick for each of them.
After doing all that, the old man turned around and opened his mouth. Just as he uttered the word "open," he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.
The Fang couple were also stunned.
Because the incense in front of the bride's memorial tablet on the offering table had gone out.
This is a bad omen, indicating that someone in the courtyard has disturbed the bride, even though he just asked about it.
Are there still people who haven't left?
The old man raised his voice and said, "Those born in the years of the Horse, Dragon, and Rooster, please get out!"
This time, no one stood up. Everyone looked at each other, and then all eyes turned to the old man.
The courtyard was eerily quiet. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the courtyard, making the wreaths and white lanterns on the wall rustle.
This is strange. Usually, this situation only occurs when zodiac signs clash. Could it be that this bride is special, with several zodiac signs clashing with hers?
On the other side, while Cheng Yungui was looking at the old man, he inadvertently glanced at the portrait of the bride on the altar.
Cheng Yungui suddenly discovered something.
The bride in the photo seems different from the one in the photo he has.
So he took the photo out and looked at it again, and this time, he noticed something even more wrong.
The woman's left and right hands seem to be different sizes... If that's just an illusion, then the difference in size between her legs is even more obvious, one being longer than the other.
...A terrible thought suddenly occurred to Cheng Yungui.
Could it be that there's more than one vengeful ghost?
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The wedding march is playing at the scene.
Accompanied by romantic melodies, the bride, arm in arm with her father, slowly walked towards the groom on the stage amidst the blessings of relatives and friends, while the emcee continued to stir up emotions.
"Groom, your beautiful bride is coming towards you. Go and embrace your true love and happiness!"
Guests took out their phones to take photos and videos, and some even cheered. In this warm atmosphere, the silent Lu Mingran seemed somewhat out of place.