Told You I Can Turn Back Time
Chapter 84: The Bride

Chapter 84: Chapter 84: The Bride

Looking at the Puppet Girl on the bed, Jing Shiyu smiled faintly, "She’s sleeping quite soundly."

Lin Xing knew that Master Bai was tired from practicing the God Attachment Skill every day, but since Master Bai forbade him to reveal the identity of the puppet, Lin Xing couldn’t be bothered to explain too much to others. At this moment, he casually said, "Yeah, exhausted."

Both Lin Xing and Jing Shiyu, being skilled and courageous, had just killed all the village elders, yet they could immediately lie down on the beds to rest and soon entered the realm of dreams.

But in the workshop filled with the corpses of the elderly, the leg bone that had been tightly clutched by the old woman began to emit an eerie and blood-red glow.

...

Deep into the night.

Sleeping soundly, Lin Xing suddenly felt a chilling hand touch his face.

He instantly opened his eyes and saw Jing Shiyu, who had moved close to him at some point, looking out with a guarded expression.

"Wake up, Lin Xing, there’s some noise outside."

Lin Xing immediately got up, his ears twitched slightly as he listened carefully to the outside.

The quiet mountain village was now faintly echoing with the sounds of drums and gongs.

Jing Shiyu frowned, "Drums and gongs at this hour, it must be something strange."

"You wait here; I, your master, will go take a look."

Lin Xing grabbed her arm, eager to take action, "Such dangerous matters are better left to me."

Jing Shiyu smiled lightly, "Okay then, come along."

Leaving the room, the two soon felt the drumming and gong-beating sounds getting closer and closer, as if they would enter the village at any moment.

Lin Xing and Jing Shiyu exchanged glances and stepped into the night together.

In the room, the Puppet Girl still lay motionless on the bed.

...

At the entrance of Liang Family’s Village, the sky was ablaze with red light.

A gong and leading banners were in the forefront, followed by two large red lanterns.

Behind the lanterns came pairs of suona, drums, and gongs.

And further back was a red bridal sedan chair.

Amid the lively drumming and gong-beating sounds, the songs of the sedan chair carriers drifted over.

"The songs played along the way~~are of the phoenix’s harmonious cries."

"The martial champion comes to wed~~shaking the entire city."

"The villagers beside the road, ah~~praise without end."

"The new bride emerges~~with unsurpassed grandeur."

From a nearby rooftop, Lin Xing watched the instruments that played melodies under the red light of the lanterns, although no one was there. Listening to the singing that carried through the night, his eyes suddenly gleamed with insight.

Just one glance, and he knew what had appeared before him, "It’s actually an evil spirit. I can’t believe I’ve encountered an evil spirit for the third time in such a short period."

Jing Shiyu spoke with a grave look, "Haunted? No, that’s not right..." A hint of contemplation appeared in her eyes: "This is an evil spirit?"

Lin Xing turned to her, asking, "You know about evil spirits?"

Jing Shiyu nodded, "It’s an ancient belief, that when some people die with lingering resentment, they gradually turn into evil spirits. However, these were old rumors; I thought they were the superstitions of the ancients. Who would have imagined we’d actually encounter one today?"

Lin Xing said, "This is the third time I’ve encountered one, these things are probably not as rare as we thought."

"You’ve come across them three times?" Jing Shiyu said in surprise: "Could it be that a great change is imminently upon us, with the surge of spiritual phenomena, and that’s why these evil spirits have become more numerous?"

Watching the wedding procession wandering through the village, Jing Shiyu shook her head and said, "Let’s call it a day, we won’t gain anything by fighting with this thing."

Just as Lin Xing was about to persuade her to stay, he saw the wedding procession suddenly halt, then swiftly charge toward them.

Jing Shiyu’s gaze sharpened, "Truly bad luck."

Lin Xing, with glee in his heart, exclaimed, "Bring it on!"

The next moment he rushed forward, yelling, "You run! I’ll hold off this evil spirit."

Seeing Lin Xing, who had rushed up and stood in front of her, Jing Shiyu was slightly stunned, a flicker of emotion seemingly passing through her eyes.

"This kid."

With a light laugh, Jing Shiyu’s figure fluttered like a fairy, her robe flowing as she quickly caught up to Lin Xing.

"Since when does a disciple protect their Master?"

"Just watch how your Master subdues demons and banishes evil spirits."

As she laughed heartily, Lin Xing saw Jing Shiyu rush past him, charging toward the wedding procession.

Meanwhile, Lin Xing felt a gentle force pushing him away. He instantly realized it was Jing Shiyu’s doing.

A hint of urgency flashed in Lin Xing’s eyes, "This woman is truly... ruining my plan."

He shouted angrily, breaking free from the gentle push and charging forward with a war cry.

At the same time, four streaks of light shot into the sky, their afterimages striking first at the gongs and lanterns.

With a soft pop, the ruler capable of effortlessly shattering a knee merely made the gongs tremble slightly upon impact.

In the meantime, from within the bridal sedan, a woman’s light laughter could be heard.

"My dear."

A strong suction came from the sedan, and Lin Xing found himself completely powerless against it, whooshing toward the sedan.

Jing Shiyu, on the other hand, felt no suction. She tried to use her psychic power to pull Lin Xing back but encountered a force as vast as mountains and rivers pulling on him.

With the burst of her psychic power, she surprisingly couldn’t budge him. She watched as Lin Xing slowly entered the sedan.

With a soft thud, Lin Xing’s robe ripped apart amid the struggle, and he was completely swallowed by the sedan, heard no more.

Witnessing this, Jing Shiyu’s eyes brimmed with killing intent, "If you dare harm a single hair on my disciple, today I will ensure your soul is scattered to the winds."

She plucked the hairpin from her head, letting her long black hair fall, which fluttered wildly with the surge of her psychic energy.

From the hairpin emanated a strong sword light, etching long sword marks on the ground and the surrounding buildings.

Seemingly provoked by this sword light, the wedding music grew more urgent and bizarre, gradually transforming into what sounded like the howl of a wild beast.

Under the glow of the red lanterns, ghastly pale faces of the bearers, matchmakers, drummers, horn players, and lantern bearers slowly materialized.

...

On the other side.

Regaining his senses, Lin Xing found himself standing in front of the bridal sedan, his mind a blur, as if he couldn’t remember something important.

"My dear, won’t you hurry and help me out?" said a voice from within the sedan.

Only then did Lin Xing remember it was supposed to be his grand wedding day.

He hurriedly lifted the curtain on the sedan and saw the bride sitting inside, covered by a red cloth.

What followed was entering the door, the ceremonial bows, congratulatory drinks, and heading to the bridal chamber... Lin Xing followed the bride through a series of complex rituals in a daze.

Finally, it was just the two of them.

As the red cloth was lifted from the bride’s head, a stunningly beautiful face was revealed before him.