Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 895 - 435: The Last Bride_2

Chapter 895: Chapter 435: The Last Bride_2

In the blink of an eye, the corpse was reduced to a pile of debris.

Jiang Shouzhong looked at the scene before him with a face full of shock and confusion, completely unable to understand what was happening to the other party.

Could it be that he was possessed?

"Brother Fang?"

Jiang Shouzhong tentatively called out.

Fang Zishang’s body spun fiercely like a top, his blood-red eyes glaring at Jiang Shouzhong.

Before Jiang Shouzhong could react, he held a heavy sword in both hands and started to slash at Jiang Shouzhong, shouting, "Damn it! You too harmed my wife, didn’t you?"

Jiang Shouzhong was startled and quickly dodged, "Brother Fang, it’s me!"

The other seemed indifferent, attacking madly.

Jiang Shouzhong sidestepped to avoid a horizontal slash, gritted his teeth, and took advantage of a small gap during Fang Zishang’s attack to quickly close in on him and punch towards his abdomen.

Fang Zishang was hit solidly by the punch, flying backward and crashing heavily onto the ground.

After struggling for a while on the ground, Fang Zishang wobbly got up.

He staggered like a drunk, took a few steps, and then forcefully patted his head, seemingly trying to clear his mind.

After a moment, when his gaze fell on Jiang Shouzhong again, a look of doubt appeared on his face, and he frowned, "Why are you still standing there? Hurry and go slay those Bride Monsters on the east side!"

"I’ve already dealt with them."

Seeing Fang Zishang regain his senses, Jiang Shouzhong breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward to stare closely at him and asked, "Brother Fang, are you okay? Are you possessed?"

"Possessed by what?"

Fang Zishang was utterly confused.

He walked a few steps forward, then suddenly stopped, looking Jiang Shouzhong up and down, surprise flashing on his face, "Boy, you’ve already dealt with the brides on the east side?"

"Yes."

Jiang Shouzhong nodded.

Fang Zishang made a sound of "Oh", raised his hand to wipe the bloodstains that hadn’t yet dried off his face, and said with realization, "Almost forgot, I helped you kill them, you owe me a favor, boy."

Without waiting for Jiang Shouzhong’s response, he continued muttering to himself as he walked towards the next bridal chamber.

Jiang Shouzhong stood still, his brows furrowed.

At that moment, he had obviously noticed that Fang Zishang was acting very strangely, sensing something was wrong with his mind.

Jiang Shouzhong followed behind Fang Zishang, asking softly, "Brother Fang, do you think your wife is really resurrected?"

However, these words seemed to ignite a tinderbox, for Fang Zishang suddenly turned and rushed in front of Jiang Shouzhong, grabbing his collar, his blood-red eyes filled with murderous intent:

"What did you say!? Do you really believe my wife is dead?"

Jiang Shouzhong didn’t expect such a strong reaction and was about to say something when Fang Zishang let go of him, bowed his head, and laughed lowly, muttering:

"It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter, because you’ve never seen, so you don’t believe... none of you believe..."

He turned around, dragging the heavy sword towards the next bridal chamber.

When the last Bride Monster on the west side was slain, the Sacrificial Land did not appear as Fang Zishang had previously said.

"Should we wait a bit longer?"

Jiang Shouzhong asked.

"No...no..." Fang Zishang frowned tightly, shook his head, "Normally, the entrance to the Sacrificial Land would open, why hasn’t it yet?"

He checked room after room until his eyes fell on the room where Jiang Yi was, a sudden gleam in his eyes, "That’s it, there’s one more bridal chamber!"

Saying this, he was about to raise his sword and go over.

Jiang Shouzhong was startled and urgently stopped him, "That was the room we stayed in before, there’s no Bride Monster inside."

"Heh, not necessarily."

Fang Zishang raised his chin, "Don’t believe me? Look."

Jiang Shouzhong raised his head in confusion, only to be astonished to see a flickering candlelight inexplicably illuminate inside the room.

At the same time, the window paper cast the silhouette of an elegant figure.

That familiar shape was clearly Jiang Yi!

Ms. Jiang!

Jiang Shouzhong’s complexion drastically changed, afraid for the other’s safety, he hurriedly rushed towards the room.

With a few swift movements, he arrived at the front of the house, but the scene inside caused him to pause slightly.

Jiang Yi sat safely on a chair, holding a small dog in her arms, her eyes closed in rest.

Inside the house, there were no burning candles.

"What’s wrong?"

Jiang Yi opened her eyes, frowning as she asked.

Jiang Shouzhong let out a long breath, finally relaxing his tense nerves a bit, and said, "I thought you were in danger."

Seeing Jiang Shouzhong looking flustered, Jiang Yi’s beautiful eyes, clear as black and white, spun around, and she tilted her head charmingly, teasing, "You’re that worried about me, huh."

Jiang Shouzhong was not in the mood for banter, and with a serious expression, said:

"We have already dealt with all the bride monsters, yet the Sacrificial Land still has not appeared."

Jiang Yi blinked: "Could it be that Fang is deceiving us?"

"I don’t have time to fool you all."

Fang Zishang walked in, his gaze fierce and sharp, staring directly at Jiang Yi. A cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth as he said coldly, "There’s still one last bride left. Kill her, and the Sacrificial Land will naturally appear."

"The last bride?" Jiang Yi was puzzled.

Seeing the murderous intent in Fang Zishang’s eyes, Jiang Shouzhong couldn’t help but angrily exclaim, "Are you insane? Can’t you see she’s a living person?"

It was then that Jiang Yi understood that the last bride he referred to was actually her.

Fang Zishang gripped the sword hilt with both hands, and the thick, black blood on him dripped onto the floor as he said coldly:

"Those brides we killed just now, they were also living people, innocent victims. If we don’t kill them, we can’t save our own family."

Jiang Shouzhong stood in front of Jiang Yi, calmly saying, "I think you should clear your head first."

"Get out of the way!"

Fang Zishang swung the heavy sword, striking downwards.

Raging Sword Qi surged forward like solid sharp blades, fanning out towards Jiang Shouzhong.

Jiang Shouzhong could no longer be bothered to argue pointlessly with Fang Zishang. He raised his sword to deflect the attack, executing Chasing Wind Step, and delivered a punch to Fang Zishang’s abdomen just like before.

Fang Zishang flew out of the house.

Jiang Shouzhong followed, leaping out of the house, his sword pointing at Fang Zishang: "Perhaps, I shouldn’t have trusted you."

Fang Zishang got to his feet, wiping the corner of his mouth with his hand, spitting out a bloody saliva speck, and pointed at the window:

"Do you think I lied to you? From the moment the Grave Master caught her, she’s already become a bride!"

Jiang Shouzhong turned to look at the window, his expression frozen.

Inside the house, red candles flickered, their dim yellow halos dancing, casting Jiang Yi’s beautiful silhouette onto the window paper.

At this moment, she resembled a bride solitary in her boudoir.

However, when Jiang Shouzhong looked into the house from the doorway’s direction, Jiang Yi was still the familiar Jiang Yi.

She sat quietly on the chair, the small dog in her arms.

Everything seemed no different from usual, and the house’s furnishings showed no apparent changes.

A strong feeling of unease swelled within Jiang Shouzhong. He said to Jiang Yi, "Jiang Yi, come out."

Jiang Yi was puzzled but still got up and walked toward the door.

But just as she was about to step out of the door, suddenly, an intense heat surged from her feet, rapidly spreading through her whole body.

The woman seemed engulfed in flames, the searing pain causing her to let out a piercing scream.

"Jiang Yi!!"

Jiang Shouzhong rushed into the house, holding the woman in his arms.

After moving away from the door, the scorching sensation gradually faded.

Jiang Yi’s body continued to tremble, her face turning deathly pale. Her once luscious lips now lost their color, becoming dry and ashen.

Outside, Fang Zishang muttered in a low voice:

"Peach blossoms bloom bright, a bride adorns in rosy hues. A woman’s body is wed, her soul bound here. To guard this empty chamber, awaiting the groom’s return... only on the day the ribbon loosens can the curse’s shackles be broken."

Fang Zishang slightly raised his head, his eyes wandering, continuing:

"Now do you believe me? She has already become the bride here, already the master of this house. Over time, she will naturally turn into a demon.

To be free, there are only two ways. Either kill her, or... consummate the marriage with her."