Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 875 - 427: Red Demon

Chapter 875: Chapter 427: Red Demon

The dense voices of little girls, like death-inducing talismans, struck Jiang Shouzhong’s eardrums wave after wave.

The voices grew louder and more chaotic.

As if countless steel needles were fiercely piercing his ears, even his head throbbed painfully with each wave.

But the one who couldn’t bear it first was the charming and beautiful old woman.

Her glamorous face twisted into a menacing distortion due to anger and fear, she screamed hoarsely at the little girl: "Shut up!!"

However, the little girl remained oblivious, continuing to bounce around.

The small figure darted back and forth within the room, incessantly chanting "bridal chamber."

With each shout, the voice grew sharper and more piercing.

At this moment, the old woman’s smooth skin began to wrinkle rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, her once youthful and alluring appearance vanished, replaced by an image of decrepit old age.

The old woman was terrified, frantically grabbing the candle shaped like a human hand and burning with an eerie flame on the table, and viciously throwing it towards the little girl’s head.

As she smashed, she uncontrollably shouted for her to shut up.

Blood gushed from the little girl’s head, flowing down her cheeks, soon becoming a torrent that stained her originally delicate, pale face a vivid red.

Yet even despite this, she mechanically repeated the word "bridal chamber."

The old woman’s expression grew increasingly desperate.

She suddenly raised her head, her blood-red eyes bulging, glaring outside at Jiang Shouzhong, and then reaching for him: "You come in, damn you!!"

Bang!

As she reached the door, an invisible force blasted her out.

Soon after, her entire body was engulfed in white phosphorus flames.

The flames rapidly spread, enveloping her in the blink of an eye.

The old woman rolled on the ground in agony, shrill screams continuously escaping her mouth.

Her skin began to rapidly decay, chunks of charred flesh falling away, emitting a pungent stench.

The little girl was still joyfully bouncing.

The joyous sounds intertwined with the old woman’s wails and the crackling of the phosphorus flames.

On the wall, under the illumination of the flames, the Red Demon’s statue stood silently. Its cold gaze held a lofty indifference, observing all that transpired within.

With the old woman’s demise, the little girl who had been bouncing and shouting all along suddenly crumbled to the floor like a deflated balloon.

The mechanical repetition of "bridal chamber" abruptly stopped.

The room instantly fell silent.

At the same time, the furniture and decorations within the room swiftly decayed and corroded.

The candle, burning with an eerie flame, now transformed into a section of white bone, lying forebodingly across the uneven table.

On either side of the street, the other houses’ little girls were still shouting.

Jiang Shouzhong listened to the clamor, agitatedly saying: "If you shout again, I’ll tear down all your seals!"

The dog demon that had been nestled by his foot barked twice.

Instantly, the once noisy street plunged into deathly silence.

Jiang Shouzhong’s hypothesis was correct.

These houses were all home to the lonely bride monsters. Once they issue an invitation to a man and the seal is torn away, the man must enter, joining them in the bridal chamber.

Only then can the bride monster obtain freedom.

If the man doesn’t enter the house, he shares the same fate as the old woman.

Jiang Shouzhong stepped into the house, picked up the Avatar Puppet doll, and walked to the ancient Red Demon statue, studying this item exuding a sinister aura.

"Red Demon..."

Jiang Shouzhong recalled his earlier experience with Xiao Lingqiu in Taoyuan Fairyland, seeing the giant statue resembling Hong’er, his brows furrowed tightly, muttering, "What is the connection between Red Demon and Hong’er, could it be...?"

At that moment, a sudden sound of suona horns echoed outside.

Jiang Shouzhong froze, stepped outside, and found another wedding procession.

This wedding procession differed from the one he had seen before; each figure was thin, with stiff postures and floating, erratic movements, clearly paper figures.

They ignored Jiang Shouzhong, heading straight for the house, then steadily stopped the flower sedan at the door of the small house.

Following this, one paper figure took out a handful of incense, planting rows before the sedan and the house door, then ignited the incense with a fire stick in hand.

In an instant, wisps of smoke rose.

Intertwining strand by strand, they mistily formed a barely perceivable path.

The flower sedan curtain lifted.

A bride in a bright red wedding gown emerged.

The bride’s figure was graceful, the gown dazzlingly vivid, red like fire, accentuating her delicate beauty.

Her toes lightly stepped onto the burning incense tips, and then she elegantly walked along the smoke-laid path.

Her movements were light and ethereal, her slender waist swaying with an enticing charm.

The bride entered the small house, immediately revitalizing the originally dilapidated and rotten interior.

The wall’s Red Demon’s statue disappeared.

The old woman’s ashes vanished.

The two candles on the table, once reduced to merely bones, now reignited with bright flames, casting a glow throughout the room.

The girl, transformed into a decayed skin, astonishingly stood back up, again bouncing joyfully as before, merrily shouting:

"The bride is here... The bride is here..."

A paper figure emerged from the troupe, holding a large seal featuring the character "囍," and stiffly affixed it to the door, sealing it again.