Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 876 - 427 Red Demon_2

Chapter 876: Chapter 427 Red Demon_2

Jiang Shouzhong frowned as he surveyed everything, wanting to step forward, but suddenly felt a light yet noticeable tap on his shoulder.

Turning his head, he found that it was the drum-beating paper person behind him, looking at him with two hollow black eyes, murmuring, "Don’t delay, just deliver the bride."

Jiang Shouzhong was a bit bewildered.

It was only then that he discovered with shock that he was inexplicably clad in a paper outfit.

The paper clothes were coarse, rustling to the touch, with strange patterns drawn on them using colored pens.

Even the little dog had an extra layer of paper clothing.

The little dog curiously sniffed at the paper garments, extending its tongue to lick them twice before happily wagging its tail.

The paper person stuffed the drum into Jiang Shouzhong’s hand and said:

"Let’s go, the Grave Master is getting married, we’re off to grab some wedding candy. If luck is on our side, we might even snag a few more pieces."

Grave Master?

Recalling the old woman’s words earlier, Jiang Shouzhong was stirred, and he followed the wedding procession away.

Soon, they arrived in front of a deserted mansion in the wilderness.

The mansion’s main doors were wide open, countless eerily bright red lanterns floated around, casting the interior of the mansion in an eerie red, resembling a sea of blood.

Many paper people were coming and going from the mansion.

Some were carrying things in their hands, while others conversed in pairs; only, their movements were extremely mechanical and stiff.

Jiang Shouzhong saw the bridal procession that had escorted Jiang Yi earlier.

However, the sedan chair was empty.

In the courtyard, numerous guests sat at tables, raising their glasses in conversation, yet all wore black veils, and apart from two hole-like eyes and a mouth, they had no other features.

On the high platform in the courtyard, a group of brides danced elegantly.

Their dresses vibrant, red sleeves fluttering, each with graceful postures and stunning beauty.

Beside them was an elder who appeared to be the officiant, speaking in an incomprehensible dialect.

As he spoke, the elder suddenly spread his arms, adopting a gesture embracing heaven and earth.

In an instant, an extraordinarily giant Divine Statue appeared in mid-air.

The statue bore a resemblance to Qu Hongling, possessing an exceedingly captivating aura, and the blood-colored hem behind it seemed to have come alive, constantly fluttering.

Though it was unclear what the elder shouted, everyone knelt fervently.

Except for the brides dancing enchantingly, only Jiang Shouzhong stood out in the crowd and was notably conspicuous.

Yet no one paid any mind to him.

The crowd seemed caught in an endless frenzy, fervently prostrating; some even gouged out their own hearts, eyes, and held them aloft as offerings.

On the high platform, several brides danced more spiritedly.

The entire platform seemed to become a bizarrely beautiful sea of flowers.

Abruptly, these brides gathered quickly together, and then, with rhythmic steps, began to whirl joyfully.

As the spinning speed increased, the red fabrics on them soared, resembling a gigantic blossom at its peak.

Just as the swirling red fabric reached its zenith, the brides scattered like petals in all directions.

At their center, a bride appeared.

The bride was Jiang Yi.

However, Jiang Yi was suspended by strings, reminiscent of a puppet, being slowly raised.

"Ms. Jiang!"

Jiang Shouzhong’s expression changed and he hurriedly leapt onto the high platform.

Just as he landed, he was encircled by the brides.

The brides bore stiff smiles, continuing to perform their captivating dance, bodies twisting, red sleeves fluttering, dancing around Jiang Shouzhong over and over.

"Get out!"

Jiang Shouzhong’s face darkened, he unhesitatingly drew the long sword from his waist.

A gleam flashed.

The long sword cut a sharp arc in the air.

With several dull thuds, the brides were sliced in half, their upper and lower bodies instantly separated and falling onto the platform.

But in the next moment, their bodies rejoined and they continued to dance around Jiang Shouzhong.

Jiang Shouzhong released the Yin Yang Flying Sword.

The golden-flecked flying sword pierced the bodies of the brides, who let out shrill screams, sprawling on the ground, writhing in agony, soon turning to ash.

Jiang Shouzhong soared into the air, swinging his sword to sever the strings on Jiang Yi, pulling her into his embrace.

Yet at that moment, Jiang Yi opened her eyes.

Her features rapidly transformed, becoming the likeness of Qu Hongling.

"Hong’er?"

Jiang Shouzhong was stunned in place.

"Qu Hongling" coldly regarded him, speaking, "Why... do you not kneel?"

Before Jiang Shouzhong could respond, a sharp dagger suddenly appeared in the woman’s hand, stabbing fiercely into Jiang Shouzhong’s chest.

——

"Jiang!"

Qu Hongling abruptly sat up, her chest heaving dramatically, gasping for breath.

Glittering sweat dripped down the girl’s delicate, white forehead, moistening the hair at her temples.

She instinctively looked at her hands.

"Was it a nightmare?"

On another bed in the room, Jiang Que gently asked.

Recently, although the relations among various women became quite strange due to Jiang Shouzhong, surprisingly, the rebellious Jiang Que got along somewhat with Qu Hongling.

Of course, there were other reasons.

Originally, Lou Wanmo, the cave master of Blood Spirit Cave, had informed her to assist Qu Hongling secretly in uniting the Demon Clan in later days.

Initially, Jiang Que harbored some resentment, but after learning about Qu Hongling and Jiang Shouzhong’s relationship, she became somewhat relieved.

"It’s nothing."

Qu Hongling gently shook her head, then raised her hand to rub her brows, attempting to erase the lingering fuzzy nightmare in her mind, and apologized softly, "Sorry for disturbing you."