The clouds and mists have dispersed, and everyone knows that I love you.

Thinking about it, he was quite miserable, unable to rest in peace even after death. After being stunned for a moment, Shi Rong remained calm and bowed to him.

After the ceremony, Miao Man respectfully presented Mo Jinnan's body to Shi Rong. She lifted it up easily with one hand and stepped down from the stage.

When Bian Fei saw this, she didn’t understand again.

"Hey? Why wasn't she sent to the bridal chamber...ah!"

Unexpectedly, before she could finish her question, Bo Fan interrupted her by slapping her on the back of the head, making her scream.

Bian Fei was suddenly beaten and immediately became unhappy.

"What are you doing?"

But unexpectedly, the instigator Bo Fan looked even more unhappy than her, and scolded in a low voice.

"Are you sick? How can you send her to the bridal chamber in a ghost marriage? She's the legitimate daughter of the Ying family! She's still a virgin! You really want her to lie in Du Su's coffin, right?"

"Please, could you please stop saying such offensive things? Did you not understand the situation before you came here?"

Bian Fei pouted in dissatisfaction. Even if she said something wrong, there was no need to hit her, right?

"I didn't remember it... Besides, Fairy Sister is so gentle, she wouldn't be angry with me over such a small thing..."

"what!"

Bo Fan's eyelids rolled up, and he was almost laughing out of anger.

"Yes, she certainly won't be angry with you over such a small matter, but the people sitting in the living room outside the door are a different story."

"Especially Huo Jiuzhou. Apart from not knowing how to use magic, he's even more terrifying than Du Su in every other way."

hiss!

When Bian Fei heard this, she couldn't help but tremble on the spot, smiled awkwardly, and quickly changed her words.

"forget it."

Shi Rong, holding the still bleeding corpse in his hand, walked around the coffin in front of him and headed towards the two closed ebony carved doors behind it.

Shi Rong stopped when she was only two or three meters away from the door. Behind her, there was a long blood-red trail left by dragging the corpse.

This makes the scene in front of you look particularly daunting and makes you sweat profusely.

I saw a beautiful woman with heavy makeup and peerless appearance, wearing a traditional Chinese funeral dress used for ghost marriages, a phoenix crown and a gorgeous robe, and her clothes were elegant and her hair was graceful. Her watery eyes were full of affection, revealing a charming and alluring look.

But when her little head tilted and the golden tassel at the end of her hair hung down and swayed, a chilling smile appeared at the corner of her seductive lips.

Bian Fei was frightened by her malicious expression.

"What's going on? Is she going to kill someone? What's behind that door? What could make her so happy?"

When Bo Fan heard this, he was speechless.

"Big sis! She doesn't look happy at all, does she? Of course she wants to kill someone! Otherwise, why is she here? Traveling?"

"Behind the door is a mechanism that can destroy Du Su. It's a gift that the old man of the Ying family spent 10 years visiting the world's most accomplished masters, specially preparing for Du Su's appearance. When he comes out, we must find a way to lure him back inside."

"What Shi Rong is doing right now is to worship the mechanism. I hope that this thing can really help her when the time comes. It's just like the process of 'worshiping ancestors' in ancient ghost marriages."

So that’s it!

Bian Fei nodded, not quite understanding what he meant. Although Bo Fan looked unreliable, he actually knew a lot.

When the sad play that Xu Liu and others were singing reached the climax of the second half.

With the deafening sound of suona around him, Shi Rong swung the corpse in his hand with his bare hands, making it parabolic, and with a "bang", it fell on the top of the double coffin.

The male boa constrictor in Mo Jinnan's hand was forcibly absorbed by the brute force in the coffin almost in an instant, and all the blood on the body was sucked away completely.

"Oh my god! Du Su is awake!"

Seeing this, Bian Fei was shocked again. How could this monster wake up so quickly? It wasn't even 12 o'clock yet...

"Nonsense! There was such a big commotion outside the door, and he's not deaf! Besides, Du Su could clearly sense the scent on Shi Rong from the moment she stepped into the secret passage of the tomb."

Bo Fan pulled Bian Fei back a few steps to make way for the next person to appear. His bright eyes stared at every move of the Golden Dragon Coffin.

"The reason why he hasn't shown up in a hurry is that he's still trying to confirm whether the person who came is his Yu Qing."

Bian Fei frowned, not quite understanding why he did this.

"He's such a powerful monster? Does he need to be so cautious in his life?"

Bo Fan shook his head.

"It's not that I'm being cautious. It's that among all the women in the world, only Yuqing can make his heart flutter. If he were to appear in this world for someone else, then there would be no point in waiting for Yuqing for 2000 years."

After all, Bian Fei was still a little girl who had not experienced the world. After hearing what Bo Fan said, she couldn't help but feel sympathy for Du Sulai.

"Looking at it this way, he's quite infatuated! He waited for her for 2000 years, and in the end, she actually came to kill him. It's really sad..."

"Infatuated? Sad?"

Bo Fan burst out laughing, as if he had heard some huge joke.

"Do you really think so? Then this big treasure is for you, do you want it?"

When Bian Fei heard this, she was shocked and kept shaking her head and waving her hands.

"Forget it, I'm not lucky enough to enjoy it. He's older than my ancestors..."

After throwing the body away, Shi Rong clasped his hands together, held them in front of his chest, closed his eyes slightly, raised his chin, and worshiped sincerely towards the direction of the gate.

At this time, the mourning play ended, and two teams of dancers dressed in dark and colorful long gowns, similar to the attire of ancient shamans, ran towards the corner gate where the musicians retreated.

At a pre-calculated distance, they performed a standard yet strange ritual dance around the center of the platform.

There are 16 dancers in total in the two teams, all of them are young, beautiful and graceful girls. They wear heavy-duty crow feather hats, their faces are painted with Indian and South Vietnamese makeup, and there are three broken dotted lines on their foreheads and lips.

The dance moves are open and flexible, combining both hardness and softness. It has both the elegance of modern traditional classical dance and the agility of ancient devout believers. The overall feeling is that the dance moves are free and unrestrained.

After the worship, the dancers left the stage on their own accord. Shi Rong opened her eyes at the right moment and turned her head. She looked at Xu Liu, who was still standing at the corner gate, on standby at any time and reluctant to leave, and smiled amiably.

"Sixth Uncle, it's time. Go call Master Xie Ling in to get ready. You can go out too. Just take me here."

Xu Liu raised his head and looked back at Shi Rong with reluctance. He had watched the girl grow up since she was a child. Shi Rong, an old man over fifty years old, had his eyes reddened unconsciously.

"Young Master, this old slave..."

He moved his trembling lips, and no matter what he did, he couldn't say the second half of the sentence to reject her. However, Shi Rong knew exactly what he wanted to express.