Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

When Huang Fang came in, this was the bizarre scene he saw. He almost bit off his tongue to avoid screaming.

Liang Zaibing didn't have time to deal with Huang Fang. He was like an innocent bystander who had been dragged into a wedding to be the emcee, and a bunch of troublesome things were waiting for him to do.

The kind of situation where if things aren't handled well, the bride might even get rid of you.

However, a wedding between a dead man and a half-dead man is indeed quite rare; he probably won't see a second one like it in his lifetime.

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The crimson moonlight poured down, draping the newlyweds in a thin red veil, as if blessing this blood-red wedding that transcended life and death.

A black-haired young man in a white shirt stood between them, reciting the wedding vows fluently: "Ms. Zeng Shiyao, do you take Mr. Hu Fanghai to be your lawful wife, your destined partner and your only love?"

"Give your lives to him, and even death will not separate you."

"No matter what happens, you will be with him in life and death. Wherever he dies, you will go to the grave with him."

"Do you want to?"

The young man turned his head to look at the bride in her white wedding dress.

Zeng Shiyao's bright red lips curled up high, her smile exaggerated and distorted, and she answered almost impatiently, "I do."

The young man turned to the groom and asked, "Mr. Hu Fanghai, do you take Zeng Shiyao to be your lawful husband, your soulmate and your only love?"

Hu Fanghai was already out of his mind at this point, and after a long while he managed to let out a muffled groan of pain, which served as a response.

"Next, let's exchange rings." Liang Zaibing took out the two iron rings she had redeemed from the mall and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He had a bad feeling when he read the first sentence: "the only lover"—wasn't that hitting her right in the heart?

Fortunately, the bride did not hold his minor mistake in the vows against him; the vows of life and death seemed to suit her perfectly.

The rings were worn on their ring fingers, their fingers intertwined tightly.

"Now the groom may kiss the bride."

A stiff, ashen face was pressed against Hu Fanghai's bloodless cheek through the veil.

A fleeting kiss, and a sharp claw piercing the heart.

The bloodied heart detached from the chest cavity, beat weakly for a moment, and was then crushed into dust.

A low murmur echoed in the air.

"I wish you could love me, but you have no heart."

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The premature, deformed baby laughed and crawled back into the female ghost's belly.

The bride and groom, who were entangled together, suddenly disappeared before their eyes.

Liang Zaibing guessed that they had probably returned to that desolate forest to fulfill their promise to be together through thick and thin, and that it could be considered a family reunion.

A neatly folded red oil-paper umbrella lay where Zeng Shiyao had just been standing; it must be the one Huang Fang had lost.

Having been contaminated by ghostly energy, this umbrella has become an absolute supernatural object.

Liang Zaibing had just picked up the umbrella and hadn't even had a chance to return it to Huang Fang when she was automatically teleported out of the instance.

[The copy has been cleared]

[Game settlement in progress...]

Main quest completed.

[Completion Rating: S]

[Reward points: 10000]

[Reward Points: 14922]

[Item Obtained: Resentful Bones]

If you love me, I can have everything.

[Effect 1: When the Umbrella is opened, NPCs and ghosts cannot sense the area covered by the umbrella for 5 minutes. It can only be used once every 24 hours.]

[Effect 2: After a blood sacrifice, the user of the vengeful bone will be sensed as one of the same kind by the ghosts. The effect will disappear when the sacrifice is stopped.]

Liang Zaibing raised his eyebrows in surprise and took out the Resentful Bone from his backpack, which was the red umbrella he had picked up at the end of the dungeon.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that this umbrella had undergone significant changes.

The umbrella surface is soft to the touch, even with a strange elasticity, like a layer of semi-coagulated blood film covering the umbrella ribs.

The original bamboo umbrella handle and ribs have been replaced with smooth, white plastic.

The ulna is used as the umbrella ribs, and two polished tibias are joined together to serve as the umbrella handle.

A rough count revealed that more than a dozen lives were lost on it.

At this moment, Liang Zaibing couldn't help but feel fortunate. If Zeng Shiyao's ghost had attached itself to the vengeful bone, the vengeful bone would definitely have become a cursed object.

By then, given Zeng Shiyao's ruthlessness, even if she couldn't kill him, she would take half his life as a sacrifice. It would be better to sell him to a sucker in Eden City.

Even without a possessed soul, the vengeful bone is a cut above other items, falling somewhere between a supernatural object and a cursed object.

Such a supermodel effect can be obtained by sacrificing blood; if the blood loss is slower, it is even possible to extract information from vengeful ghosts.

The first skill is also very useful; it's essential for escaping.

Even in S-rank dungeons, the Resentful Bone is a powerful item.

But after thinking it over, Liang Zaibing decided to give the vengeful bones to Huang Fang.

He now has two cursed items, so he doesn't need much for self-defense. As long as he doesn't encounter any more dungeons with such ridiculous restrictions, he should be able to survive.

Huang Fang is such a moron, he's not very smart and he's also a coward. Without any items to protect him, he'll probably never come back from the dungeon.

After making up her mind, Liang Zaibing logged out of the instance.

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It was already night in the real world.

Returning to this house again, Liang Zaibing felt an indescribable sense of unease.

But since Jiang Qingjian said that real-world ghosts can be resolved in the dungeon, that female ghost should have disappeared too, right?

I wonder if someone like Hu Fanghai actually exists in real life. If he did, would he still be alive?

Chen An didn't care at all whether it was haunted or not; he only cared about dinner and went into the kitchen to rummage through the refrigerator.

Liang Zaibing snatched the frozen raw beef from his mouth. "Are you a reincarnated starving ghost?"

But when faced with those crimson eyes filled with a raging appetite, Liang Zaibing fell into an eerie silence.

It seemed that only at this moment did he realize Chen An's greedy and bloodthirsty nature as a vengeful ghost.

Later, Shiyi followed him into the kitchen to thaw the beef, heat the pan and add oil, preparing to make beef fried rice with the leftover rice from the afternoon.

Chen An barely managed to calm down, sitting on the sofa staring blankly at the evening news on TV, his hand secretly reaching under the coffee table for the pork jerky that had just been placed there that morning. It was obvious that he hadn't heard a single word.

Liang Zaibing sighed. He had been feeding the vengeful ghost so well that he was eating stewed beef with potatoes and stewed chicken with mushrooms every day. What else could he do but make do?

Thinking of Huang Fang, Liang Zaibing felt she still had to go see him; maybe that coward was crying in bed right now.

Liang Zaibing took her phone and keys, walked to the entrance, and shouted into the house, "I'm going back to school."

Eleven responded from the kitchen, "Mm."

Just as Liang Zaibing was about to close the door, he heard Chen An call his name.

"We'll have dinner together when you get back."

Chen An sat properly on the sofa, his hands on his knees, like a young elementary school student waiting for the teacher to hand out cookies.

Such a grown person is still acting cute.

Liang Zaibing couldn't help but laugh. "Wait, I'll bring you back some poached chicken."