Chapter 78: The Last Drop of Bloody Tears Falls

　　As soon as the smoke entered the painting.

　　The little figures in the painting seemed to see something extremely terrifying, and they immediately became panic-stricken, dropping the sedan chair and musical instruments, running around in chaos.

　　The thick smoke rolled like a flood, wreaking havoc in the painting. The little figures of the wedding procession had nowhere to hide, vanishing in the devouring white smoke.

　　The smoke engulfed the bride in the sedan chair and the two grooms at the entrance of the mansion.

　　Before long, the entire painting was covered in white smoke, and no more blood flowed from it, as if it had all drained out.

　　Lu Fei's heart also became anxious at this moment.

　　This was a critical time, whether or not he could successfully rescue the three employees' souls depended on what came next.

　　Lu Fei endured the choking smoke, squinting his eyes, and stared intently at the ancient painting without blinking.

　　One second.

　　Two seconds.

　　Finally, a translucent, ethereal figure gradually emerged from the scroll.

　　The figure wore a look of confusion and panic, as if lost in the dense smoke, unsure of where to go.

　　"Light the candles!"

　　Lu Fei immediately shouted to the three people guarding the candles.

　　The three of them hurried and, with trembling hands, lit the white candle.

　　The dim yellow light of the candle flickered in the smoke.

　　The illusory figure floated in the white fog like a headless fly, and suddenly, upon seeing the candlelight, it seemed to have found its way home, drifting involuntarily towards it.

　　As soon as it approached the candle, the light instantly turned a ghostly green, flickering as if caught in the wind.

　　Wan Chunhui, who was guarding the candle, shivered in fear and hastily shielded the candle with both hands.

　　At the same time, he felt a chill down his back, as if something was drawing near.

　　He carefully raised his head and saw the pale, illusory face of a woman, and his mouth gaped open in terror.

　　Fortunately, he remembered Lu Fei's instructions and gritted his teeth to stop himself from crying out.

　　The green light of the candle gradually stabilized.

　　The illusory figure followed the red thread on the candle and drifted over to the female employee, disappearing in an instant.

　　The candle flame turned yellow again.

　　Wanchunhui was so shocked that his mouth gaped open.

　　"Excellent, the female employee's soul has returned to its rightful place!" Lu Fei was overjoyed, but it was not yet time to relax; there were still two security guards' souls to deal with.

　　He continued to stare at the ancient painting.

　　After a short while.

　　The second and third souls emerged from the painting one after another.

　　Their eyes were hollow, and their faces were filled with confusion.

　　"Do not go!"

　　However, just as they had barely escaped the scroll, a pair of deathly pale ghost hands suddenly burst through the mist in the painting, reaching out to grab them fiercely.

　　"Together in life, together in death! Since we have already been married, husband and wife shall be buried together. No one is allowed to leave!"

　　Behind the ghostly hand was the face of a resentful and unwilling bride.

　　The ghost bride has appeared!

　　"Let go!" Lu Fei, who was standing guard beside, immediately swung his heavy ghost-headed saber at it.

　　"Ah!"

　　In an instant, the deathly pale ghost hand turned into black smoke and dissipated, while the ghost bride cried out in agony.

　　Lu Fei stepped forward quickly, holding the large saber, shielding the two spirits behind him.

　　"Why should I let go?" The black smoke recondensed into hands, and the ghost bride, dressed in a grand red wedding gown, adorned with pearls and jade, looked both hideous and beautiful.

　　Dying in the prime of her life, her heart was filled with resentment, hatred for everything in the world.

　　Even as the smoke scorched her body, causing her to continuously fade away, she still refused to let go.

　　"Our bond in the underworld is already formed, we should go to hell together! There's no escaping!"

　　The ghost bride completely emerged from the painting, waving her ghostly claws and viciously pouncing over.

　　Lu Fei vigorously swung his ghost-head saber, preventing it from getting close to the two souls.

　　The two souls drifted along with the current in the fog, and finally found their respective candles, floating over in urgency.

　　Instantly, the candle flames turned green, buffeted by the yin winds, flickering unsteadily.

　　Although Hu Zi was startled at first, he quickly calmed down, shielding the candle flame with his hand to keep its light from going out.

　　The second soul followed the red thread and safely returned to its place.

　　There's just one left.

　　The security captain's hand trembled, and the candle flame took a long time to stabilize.

　　The soul grew anxious, as if it had arrived at its own doorstep but couldn't enter, pacing restlessly around the candle.

　　Hu Zi and Wan Chunhui, watching from the side, were both extremely worried, but could not give a verbal reminder.

　　Lu Fei was preoccupied with dealing with the ghost bride and couldn't afford to be distracted.

　　"Oh my gosh!"

　　The soul anxiously floated around the security captain, who felt something by his side and finally couldn't help but look up.

　　As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a horrifying face without eyes, and instantly let out a scream. His hand trembled, accidentally hitting the candle.

　　The candle tilted downward.

　　The flame was about to go out!

　　Wan Chunhui's mouth gaped open, his heart nearly jumping out of his throat.

　　At the critical moment, a strong hand suddenly steadied the candle and quickly cupped the dying flame with its palm.

　　The flame flickered a few times and finally relit.

　　The soul finally found its way, following the red thread into the security guard's body.

　　Wan Chunhui's entire body relaxed, his heart beating like a drum, and he was breathing heavily.

　　The person guarding the candle flame was Hu Zi.

　　Disregarding his own safety, he left the protective circle of incense ashes, and after the last soul returned to its place, he gave the security captain a fierce glare.

　　The security guard was pale, realizing that he had almost ruined everything, and was drenched in cold sweat.

　　At this moment, Wan Chunhui did not say a word, only nodding gratefully at Hu Zi.

　　Hu Zi withdrew his hand, knowing he couldn't stay outside for too long, and quickly walked back to his incense ash circle.

　　However, as soon as he took a step, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

　　It was no longer the smoke-filled meeting room but a bridal sedan that was getting closer and closer.

　　He was dressed in wedding attire, standing at the tall entrance of the courtyard, waiting for his bride.

　　The bride in the sedan must have been beautiful, and he was willing to give everything for her...

　　"Huzi!"

　　Just as Huzi was about to succumb, a thunderous shout abruptly woke him up.

　　Immediately after, he felt a hard slap on his forehead, causing a sharp pain to split his head.

　　Everything around him changed, and the smoky meeting room returned.

　　"Huzi, get back quickly!"

　　Lu Fei, holding a large knife, was right beside him, his face tense with worry.

　　Fortunately, the ghost bride, weakened by the heat of the smoke, allowed Lu Fei to break away and come back to save him.

　　"Boss, I'm fine!" He gritted his teeth and jumped back into the incense ash circle despite the headache.

　　Lu Fei let out a sigh of relief, not bothering with the security captain whose body was half out of the incense ash circle, and fixed his gaze on the ghost bride, who was faintly visible in the smoke, knowing she wouldn't last much longer.

　　He strode to the fire basin and made the flames burn more vigorously.

　　The entire meeting room was filled with thick smoke.

　　"On what grounds?"

　　The ghost bride's body, like shattered porcelain, was covered with cracks. The black mist was dissipating rapidly. Blood tears streamed from her eyes, and her face was full of sorrow and grievance.

　　"Why can they escape, but I can't? What have I done wrong?"

　　"It's not you who is wrong; it's those who harmed you!"

　　This bride, formed from resentment, could not be communicated with normally. However, thinking about the various misfortunes she had suffered in life, a twinge of sympathy flashed through Lu Fei's heart, and he put down the guillotine sword.

　　He said solemnly, "Now, you can also escape."

　　"I hate it!"

　　As the last drop of blood tear fell, the ghost bride, with her bloody eyes, looked at the burning flames and suddenly plunged herself into them.