As Lin Qiye finished speaking, wooden chairs appeared out of thin air in the hall, with countless figures sitting on them.
On the left side of the main hall are the gods of Daxia, including Yuanshi Tianzun, Daode Tianzun, Yang Jian, Queen Mother of the West, Sun Wukong, Nezha, and Fengdu Emperor...
On the right side were the relatives and friends of the human world, Zhou Ping, Wu Laogou, Chen Fuzi, Ye Fan, Zuo Qing, Lu Wuwei, Wang Mian, Hongying, Wen Qimo, Zhao Kongcheng, Lu Baoyou, Fang Mo… These figures appeared in the hall, but they were motionless like stone sculptures.
In this cause and effect that never existed, Lin Qiye can imagine all the figures in his memories... even if they are just spectators with empty shells.
Shen Qingzhu, Baili Pangpang, An Qingyu, Jiang Er, Cao Yuan and others sat in the front row, looking at the hall with a smile.
At this time, Baili Pangpang had not yet awakened and become a Heavenly Lord.
An Qingyu never betrayed Daxia,
Jiang Er didn't lose his soul.
Cao Yuan did not die at the hands of An Qingyu.
Shen Qingzhu is still the same cool Shen Qingzhu.
Lin Qiye's red eyes scanned their past one by one... and smiled.
He seemed to see the former Galan and himself in them. Those were the happiest and most beautiful times in his memory.
In this dead silent wedding venue, two figures walked out slowly.
Huo Qubing and Gong Yangwan's eyes swept across the bright red festive underworld hall and the lifeless audience seats, their expressions extremely complicated.
Their cause and effect had long been involved in Lin Qiye's affairs, and they were the only living people left in the venue besides Lin Qiye...
"Lin Qiye..."
Looking at Lin Qiye, who seemed to be crying and laughing on the stage, Gong Yangwan seemed to want to persuade her to do something, but when she saw Huo Qubing shaking his head gently at her, she could only hold it back.
“Two seniors, please take a seat.” Lin Qiye bowed and made a “please” gesture.
Huo Qubing and Gong Yangwan looked at each other, sat down in the empty seats in the first row, and waited for the wedding to begin.
The guests took their seats, the candles flickered,
Lin Qiye, wearing the bright red champion robe, faced the palace door and spoke loudly:
"Please ask for a sedan chair!"
Boom! !
The heavy door of the Hades Palace slowly opened.
Hazy grey smoke drifted in from outside the door, blowing up the red curtains in the room, the candlelight flickered, and the applause was thunderous.
A large red wedding sedan with a beautiful mandarin duck painted on it floated in the air from the gray smoke. Behind the thin curtain, the silhouette of a beautiful woman could be vaguely seen, with pearly light swaying.
Lin Qiye looked at the big red wedding sedan, his robe fluttering in the wind. He had a smile on his face and sparkling eyes, like a groom crying with joy as he was about to welcome his beloved bride.
"My Lord... Is that really Jia Lan in that sedan?"
Gong Yangwan looked at the wedding sedan and couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
Huo Qubing sighed and shook his head slightly, "Although Lin Qiye brought her karma here, Jia Lan is already dead. The person in that sedan is naturally a body without a soul, just like all the guests here."
"Since she is just a soulless body, why is Lin Qiye so determined to marry her?"
"He held this wedding to make up for a cause and effect and fulfill a promise... After the ceremony, they will be officially married, even if they are separated forever."
Gong Yangwan nodded and looked at the figure gradually walking towards the wedding sedan, her eyes full of heartache and pity.
The groom stood in front of the wedding sedan. He lifted a corner of the curtain, stretched out his other hand, and spoke softly:
"Come out, I'll help you."
A white jade hand stretched out from the sedan chair and held his hand. The next moment, a beautiful lady wearing a phoenix crown and a bridal robe walked out of the sedan chair.
The cold wind outside the palace blew across the venue, gently fluttering the bride's red veil, revealing her slender neck and the jade-like beads adorning her earlobes, but no one could see her face clearly.
Lin Qiye held her hand and walked towards the bright red wedding hall.
The bride lowered her head and followed him stiffly like a puppet...
The two stood in the middle of the hall. Behind their bright red wedding dresses were two coffins, one black and one red. The curtains in the hall were fluttering, and there was an indescribable joy and sorrow.
“My Lord, Jia Lan and I have no parents and no matchmaker… You have witnessed our meeting and our love, so please be our matchmaker and preside over our wedding.” Lin Qiye brought Jia Lan and bowed to Huo Qubing in the audience.
Huo Qubing naturally would not refuse. He slowly stood up and said:
"I have never officiated at a wedding before. I only saw it a few times when I was a child... But is it the same as in ancient times?"
"Kalan and I have had many unfortunate fates. Heaven and earth are merciless, so we don't worship heaven and earth. We have no father or mother, so we don't worship our parents... She and I only worship each other."
Huo Qubing nodded, "Okay."
Lin Qiye turned around and looked at Galan beside him. Under his will, the beautiful woman in the red veil also turned around stiffly and looked at him.
Huo Qubing took a deep breath, and his loud and majestic voice echoed in the hall:
"Please, newcomer... bow once."
The two red figures stood in front of a pair of coffins, facing each other, and bowed deeply...
At this moment, outside the hall, gongs and drums roared, and suonas played.
But I don’t know whether it is joy or sorrow.
“… Two bows!”
Lin Qiye looked at the beautiful figure in red makeup so close to him, and tears filled his eyes again. He bowed down little by little until his head almost touched that of Jia Lan.
Through the bright red veil, he could even smell the fragrance of Galan's hair.
He knew that the Galan in front of him was just a body entangled in cause and effect... But this time, he was still moved.
As he slowly stood up, he looked at Jia Lan in front of him again. At this moment, he couldn't help but want to lift the red veil and take another look at Jia Lan's appearance... But he still held back. He was afraid that seeing those empty eyes would completely break the only fantasy and joy he had at this moment.
“… Three bows!!”
Lin Qiye closed his eyes and bowed deeply, his head almost hitting the ground beneath him.
Why…
How great would it be if all this were true
The more he bowed, the more bitterness and unwillingness Lin Qiye felt in his heart, and he clenched his fists tightly.
People who don't love each other smile at each other at a grand wedding.
The fervent and pure love in front of the cold coffin...shed tears.
"The ceremony is over." Huo Qubing's voice sounded again.
Thunderous applause came from the audience. Lin Qiye stood up and took Jia Lan's hand.
Red curtains fluttered in the sky, the sound of suona echoed outside the palace, and he murmured affectionately:
"From today on... you are my wife."
Cause and effect have been established, the relationship is set,
This history that never existed began to fade away... One by one, the guests disappeared from the darkness, the flickering candlelight finally died down, the wedding sedan turned into bones, the red curtain turned into wind,
Under the fluttering red veil,
She was in tears.