Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 872 - 426: Bride’s Grave

Chapter 872: Chapter 426: Bride’s Grave

"Er Liang!"

Jiang Shouzhong rushed towards the direction where Jiang Erliang was.

The girl lifted her head from the bride’s embrace, her once lively eyes now turned vacant, as lifeless as stagnant water, mechanically staring at Jiang Shouzhong.

At this moment, the bright red veil on the bride’s head suddenly floated up.

At first, it only swayed gently, then it was quickly pulled away by an invisible force.

It flew straight toward Jiang Shouzhong.

The red veil grew larger and larger, the folds in the fabric heaving like waves of blood, surging and tossing with a menacing aura.

As if, in the next moment, it would transform into a bloody maw to devour Jiang Shouzhong whole.

Jiang Shouzhong drew the long sword from his waist and swung his arm.

With a crisp tear, the red cloth split in two, fluttering weakly in the air before drifting to the ground.

However, both the bride and Er Liang were nowhere to be seen.

"Er Liang!"

Jiang Shouzhong called out, but the empty street offered no response.

The surrounding ancient houses were arranged in a quaint manner, all lit with dim red lights. Through the window gaps, eerie shadows cast onto the ground.

Every door of these houses was tightly shut.

The doors were sealed with prominent strips, on which the large character "囍" (double happiness) was imprinted.

Suddenly, the sound of a suona came from not far away.

The suona wailed mournfully, its tones rising and falling.

Jiang Shouzhong looked up to see several people dressed in vivid yet somewhat tattered wedding garments, carrying a large red bridal sedan chair.

The sedan chair appeared faintly in the mist.

The hazy red was particularly striking in the gloomy environment.

The faces of the people in the wedding procession were painted with thick white foundation, resembling lifeless white masks.

Their movements were extremely odd, not walking normally but leaping along, like a group of puppets controlled by strings.

Each person’s mouth carried a stiff smile, as if forcibly pulled into place. Joy and Death Qi were perfectly intertwined within them.

These people seemed unable to see Jiang Shouzhong, heading directly towards him.

Instinctively, Jiang Shouzhong sidestepped to the roadside.

The sedan chair swayed as it moved, with the red curtains gently fluttering, casting a flickering shadow on the ground.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind lifted the sedan chair’s curtain.

Jiang Shouzhong instinctively glanced inside, and was stunned by what he saw.

Jiang Yi was seated inside the sedan chair!

The woman had a yellow talisman stuck on her forehead, completely motionless, as if under an immobilization spell, her face appeared especially pale in the dim light.

"Ms. Jiang!"

Jiang Shouzhong’s face was full of shock.

Coming to his senses, he hurriedly rushed over.

However, strangely, when his hand touched the sedan chair, he found that both the sedan chair and the entire wedding procession seemed to be mere illusions.

His hand passed through the framework of the sedan chair without any obstruction, unable to touch even the slightest bit of reality.

In the next moment, the wedding procession vanished completely.

Jiang Shouzhong was left alone, standing on the empty, eerie street.

Just then, a gentle and aged voice came from inside a nearby house: "Young man, that’s the Grave Master’s wedding procession, don’t offend them."

Jiang Shouzhong was startled, turning his head towards the house where the voice came from.

Inside, candlelight flickered on the window pane, and through its flicker, a hunched figure could be faintly seen.

The figure appeared somewhat ethereal and mysterious in the dim light and shadow.

Jiang Shouzhong approached the door, his eyes filled with vigilance and doubt: "Who are you?"

A slight coughing sound came from inside, followed by a slow response from the old woman: "I’m a villager from Qixiang."

Jiang Shouzhong frowned, his voice deep: "According to records, Qixiang Island has sunk, and everyone on the island is dead, so you... are a ghost?"

"A ghost?"

The old woman inside was silent for a while, then let out a weary laugh, saying, "Young man, you are now on the island, so tell me, are you alive or dead?"

Jiang Shouzhong did not answer.

The old woman continued: "Come in, don’t let the Grave Master see you, otherwise even if you are alive, you will become a ghost."

Staring at the door sealed with the "囍" character, Jiang Shouzhong hesitated for a while, but eventually reached out his hand, cautiously pushing open the damp door.

As the seal slowly peeled away from the door panel, it ignited and vanished into nothing.

Jiang Shouzhong took a deep breath and stepped inside.

He was greeted by a festive setting.

The walls and furniture inside were covered with large "囍" characters.

The bright red color under the dim candlelight gave no sense of joy, instead evoking an indescribable eeriness and oppression.

On the table in the center of the room, two large red candles burned quietly.

Hot wax dripped down the candles’ sides, forming a small "lake" of wax on the table.

In the corner of the room, an elderly woman with grey hair sat by the bed, hunched over, intently sewing clothes.

As Jiang Shouzhong entered, she casually raised her hand and pointed to a nearby stool, softly saying: "Sit down."