Tang Zheng had been standing on the blue stone slab for a full ten minutes, not moving rashly. The entire Fairy Tale Town remained eerily quiet as if the air itself had solidified.
As time passed, the wilted sea of flowers turned to dust and, washed by the drizzle, blended into the soil, leaving no trace of the ghost bride.
Tang Zheng did not speak, so the group members quietly stayed put. It was rather cold at night, causing everyone to cross their arms over their chests and hunch their shoulders.
Li Xinlan's injuries were severe, but after being treated by Song Xin, she was much better. Gu Xueqi, self-sufficient, used the Young Phoenix to heal her wounds, which were finally hit by a soul bomb, staining her chest with blood, tearing her protective clothing.
"Let me see your wounds!" Song Xin walked up to Tang Zheng, grasped his left hand, and looked at the rotting appearance on his forearm, flesh still spreading, her heart aching so much her nose felt sour.