Chapter 74: The Bride's Weeping Wedding

　　"What kind of restroom break is this at a time like this?" Wan Chunhui glared at him.

　　"Mr. Wan, I can't control it! I can hold the big one, but I really can't hold the small one!" the guard said with a pained expression.

　　Wan Chunhui glanced inside the warehouse, sensing that things were relatively calm at the moment, and waved him off, "Lazy donkey, always needing to relieve yourself when there's work to be done! Hurry back!"

　　"Yes!"

　　The guard, feeling as if he'd been pardoned, twisted his legs and rushed away in a hurry.

　　Once he left, he didn't return for a long time.

　　Wan Chunhui was growing more and more suspicious, just about to send someone to check on the restroom when he suddenly heard Hu Zi's tense shout from the warehouse.

　　"Boss, the painting moved!" Hu Zi's face changed dramatically, pointing at the glass cabinet.

　　Lu Fei's heart tightened as he stared intently at the glass cabinet.

　　The ancient painting, which had been lying quietly inside, slowly unfolded by itself.

　　Strands of dark, evil energy drifted out and spread towards the surroundings.

　　"Everyone, be careful!"

　　Lu Fei shouted a warning.

　　The black mist quickly filled the entire warehouse. Although it did not spread past the doorway, Wan Chunhui and the security guards outside still felt a cold, chilling wind blowing in their direction.

　　Immediately after, they witnessed an unbelievable scene.

　　The ancient painting continued to unfold on both sides, growing larger and larger until it exceeded the size of the glass cabinet.

　　The content on the scroll suddenly became clear.

　　"Oh no!"

　　Wan Chunhui wanted to look away, but it was too late.

　　His eyes seemed to be fixed, and he could only stare helplessly at the painting.

　　On the yellowed scroll, the little figures escorting the bride suddenly came to life, as if they were real, moving forward with the bridal sedan chair, skipping along.

　　The sound of music, played by their instruments, could be heard.

　　However, it did not resemble a joyous tune; instead, it sounded more like a funeral dirge.

　　The sedan chair bobbed up and down, and the bride raised her hands, seemingly covering her face in sorrowful weeping.

　　"The eighteenth day of the first month, an auspicious day."

　　"Wearing the phoenix crown, dressed in the wedding gown. Sitting in the bridal sedan, tears streaming down her face."

　　"This journey has no return."

　　"Did my parents ever care whether it was a person or a ghost in the hall!"

　　"I only wish to be married off as soon as possible..."

　　The bride's weeping at her wedding!

　　The song was sorrowful and plaintive, as if filled with endless grievances, breaking one's heart upon hearing it.

　　In a daze.

　　Lu Fei found himself somehow turned into the groom, dressed in bright red new clothes, waiting for the bride in the sedan chair.

　　The bride was very beautiful, the one he loved the most.

　　Bright red lanterns hung high, and he stood in front of the imposing gate, watching the bridal sedan get closer and closer.

　　On the auspicious day, they would hold the wedding ceremony.

　　From this day on, sharing the same bed in life, and the same grave in death...

　　"Wait, where did my bride come from?"

　　A warm current surged in his dantian, and Lu Fei jolted awake.

　　Looking around, everyone had a mesmerized look, involuntarily drawn to the painting.

　　All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

　　"Don't look!"

　　Lu Fei's heart tightened, and he quickly moved to shield Hu Zi. He had magical powers to protect him, which could withstand the mental impact of the ancient painting.

　　But Hu Zi and the others couldn't resist it.

　　"Boss, I'm fine!" Hu Zi, with his ghost-head saber in hand, quickly came to his senses and shook his head vigorously.

　　Earlier, he hadn't intended to look at the painting and didn't even realize how he had been drawn to it.

　　"Hold the Trigram Mirror steady!"

　　Lu Fei had Hu Zi cover his eyes with the Eight Trigrams Mirror, while he himself, holding the rusted ghost-head saber, cautiously and quickly approached the painting.

　　The scene in the painting seemed to be infinitely magnified, and the figures escorting the bride grew taller and taller, reaching a size almost as large as real people.

　　Inside the sedan chair, the bride lifted her veil, and her face turned towards Lu Fei.

　　Lu Fei hadn't even seen the bride's face clearly when he felt a sharp, needle-like pain in his eyes.

　　He gritted his teeth and channeled his magical power into his eyes.

　　Before him, there was no magnified scene, but a dense cloud of black energy. Faces of eerie women faintly appeared and disappeared within the rolling black smoke.

　　"Faces! The faces drawn by the security guard!"

　　Lu Fei felt his eyes becoming dry and painful. He endured the discomfort and swung the heavy ghost-head saber fiercely at the black mist.

　　The ghost-head saber, which had been exposed to sunlight, was harmless to humans but had an innate effect in subduing evil spirits.

　　"Ah!!!"

　　The cold blade flashed, splitting the black mist in half. Amidst it, the shrill scream of a woman could be heard faintly.

　　Outside the door, Wan Chunhui and the security guards snapped back to reality instantly.

　　Immediately afterward, cries of pain filled the air.

　　The security guards clutched their eyes in agony, some of them with bloodshot eyes.

　　Wan Chunhui, lowering his head, felt the sharp pain in his eyes. His heart pounded violently, and he broke out in a cold sweat all over.

　　Fortunately, Lu Fei had intervened in time; otherwise, these people would have gone blind on the spot.

　　"President Wan, be careful!"

　　Lu Fei couldn't afford to worry about them at that moment.

　　These security guards were of no use here and only added to the burden.

　　The dispersed black mist quickly reformed, taking the shape of a grotesque ghost face, identical to the bride in the ancient painting.

　　On the yellowed scroll, the bride's eyes turned into two bloody holes, with scarlet bloody tears flowing out.

　　Immediately after, the ghostly face opened its mouth and lunged towards Lu Fei to devour him.

　　Lu Fei steadied his mind, swung his ghost-head saber, and struck at the ghostly face with all his might.

　　Boom!

　　The ghostly face dispersed, leaving a hideous scar on the bride's face in the painting, with even more blood flowing from the wound, spilling out beyond the edge of the scroll.

　　Splish-splash—

　　The sound of water suddenly rose up.

　　Lu Fei looked up, his heart sinking.

　　He saw that on the four walls of the warehouse, red streams of blood were slowly trickling down, like streams of bloody tears.

　　As the bloody tears flowed over the ghost-repelling characters, the script on the talisman would fade somewhat.

　　"Hu Zi, go and guard the ghost-repelling characters, and if any of them fade, you should apply cinnabar over the lines! Don't let the array disperse!" Lu Fei shouted with a frown.

　　If the array disperses, the evil aura will leak out and harm the people outside.

　　"Yes, boss!"

　　Hu Zi immediately took out the cinnabar, applied it to his fingers, and rushed toward the palest ghost-repelling character, quickly tracing the lines.

　　Lu Fei, on the other hand, swung his demon-head blade vigorously, continuously dispersing the re-forming ghost faces.

　　This bloody blade, which had beheaded countless people, was extremely powerful. The ghost faces were no match for it and turned instead to attack Hu Zi.

　　But Lu Fei wouldn't give them the chance, tightly guarding around Hu Zi.

　　Hu Zi ran back and forth between the walls, continuously applying cinnabar to the ghost-repelling characters to prevent the talismans from failing.

　　After several struggles, the ghost face retreated back into the ancient painting.

　　The next moment, those little figures escorting the bride jumped out from the scroll and surrounded Lu Fei.

　　The sounds of gongs, drums, and suona horns suddenly erupted.

　　Lu Fei felt as if his eardrums were about to burst from the pain, and he immediately swung his knife at the small figures.

　　The small figures were expressionless, like soulless mannequins.

　　"Wait, this little figure is different?"

　　The ghost-head knife hovered above one of the small figures and suddenly paused. Lu Fei stared with wide eyes at that eerie face.

　　Among the wedding procession, there was a special little figure dressed in groom's attire, seeming to be the groom.

　　But Lu Fei remembered that when he had previously examined the ancient painting, he hadn't noticed a groom in the picture.

　　"This groom looks so familiar...it's that blind security guard!"

　　The groom's face was exactly the same as the security guard's. His expression also differed from the other small figures, filled with pain and fear.

　　Lu Fei was both shocked and uncertain.

　　That's not right!

　　This is an expression only a human can have!