The wedding procession scattered paper money, and the sounds of the instruments resonated incessantly through the stone bridge.
Inside the festive sedan chair, Xu Qing smiled with his eyebrows arched, yet there wasn't the slightest tension in his heart.
At the moment when the two got close, his Sutra of Salvation already had a 'physiological reaction'.
The ghost bride also laughed foolishly, still unaware of what awaits her.
The female ghost was rejoicing at having encountered such an understanding groom. If it were any of her past betrothed, they would either have fainted in fright or screamed loudly. Unlike the youth before her, whose eyes looked as though they wanted to devour her, even his hands were unruly...
"Why is the groom so eager? You're going to make your bride die of shame," the ghost bride's eyes beamed with spring, yet she offered no resistance, allowing the youth before her to act as he pleased.
