The sound of gongs and drums all around suddenly stopped, and there was silence.
It seems that only the sound of the whistling wind can be heard, accompanied by a touch of weirdness.
"Xiniang—" Luo Qingchen frowned slightly and called softly toward the window of the sedan.
After a few seconds, there was no response.
She half-squinted her eyes, feeling that something was wrong, so she quickly took off the hikerchief covering her head and raised the sedan curtain.
What came into view was darkness, and except for a few Xi Niang and maids who had fallen to the ground, there was no one.
The mansion they prepared for their wedding had no festive decorations. Except for the two red lanterns at the door, it looked like an abandoned house.
What's going on? Mo Ye... where is he
"Ahahahahahahaha——" Just as Luo Qingchen was lost in thought, a sharp voice came from around her.
This voice seemed familiar, but it lacked a touch of etherealness.
Luo Qingchen stared intently at the woman standing not far away. She was dressed in a bright red wedding dress, with a phoenix crown and a haori. Her lips were decorated with red flowers. Her face was very strange, but her eyes were very familiar.
"Feng Ling'er?" Luo Qingchen half-squinted her eyes, with a hint of depth.
Could it be that she has resurrected her body
"We are worthy of being enemies -" Feng Ling'er raised her eyebrows and said with a confident smile: "You are not qualified to be his bride, you are not qualified to be happy..."
"Just you?" Luo Qingchen sneered, waved her right hand lightly, and the exquisite ring glowed with a faint golden light.
Feng Ling'er was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting that golden light would appear inexplicably on Luo Qingchen's body.
But the next second, she came to her senses and said with a cold smile: "But even if you have any magic, it will be useless."
"Where did you get the courage to be so confident in yourself?" Luo Qingchen narrowed his eyes coldly, looked at her with a pair of clear eyebrows and said with contempt: "If you can't be a ghost who borrows corpses to bring back souls, what else can you do!"
When Feng Linger heard this, she glanced at the crescent moon hanging upside down in the sky and said, "Soon, you will know soon!"
As soon as the sound fell, she began to count down. Luo Qingchen looked at the raised corners of her mouth and frowned more and more.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one..."
"Exchange! Soul-" Feng Linger spread her arms to welcome the light of the moon and her new life.
The curse of the evil ghost is, as the name suggests, a curse.
Use the pain of eternal fall to Yama in exchange for the rebirth of a dead body in this life and the rebirth of the soul.
On the tenth day after the curse is established, you can face the moon and exchange souls.
"Hahahahahahaha——" Feng Ling'er laughed loudly, almost using all her strength to laugh crazily.
Luo Qingchen stood with her hands behind her back, always ready to take out the Feng Wu Sword from her pocket and fight her to the death if Feng Ling'er rushed towards her.
Unexpectedly, another voice as cool as water interrupted Feng Ling'er's laughter.
Mo Ye almost made a sound and appeared in front of her very quickly, firmly protecting her behind him.
"Do you think your curse was really successful that day in Yizhuang?" Mo Ye nodded slightly, with a dim light in his cold eyes.
"Of course I succeeded!" Feng Ling'er said while admiring her new body: "If I didn't succeed, how could I borrow my corpse to bring back the soul?"
"If it was successful, why did your soul exchange just now fail?" Mo Ye's deep gaze was like a sharp sword, staring at Feng Ling'er. (To be continued)