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"Assemble the entire village!"
The High Priest's voice suddenly became exceptionally calm, "Right in front of the ancestral hall. Prepare the altar as well!"
Several strong men immediately ran off to ring the bell.
Tang Feifei seemed to realize something, suddenly tearing at her wedding dress in a frenzy.
"I don't want to get married! I want to go home!"
The expensive satin fabric ripped in her hands, the veil fell to the ground, trampled into the mud by the panicked crowd.
The High Priest gave a signal, and Tang Feifei was immediately held by two strong women.
She struggled desperately, her hairdo completely undone, false eyelashes half off, looking like a ridiculous ghost doll.
"Take her to bathe and change clothes!" said the High Priest, "Follow the Fire God Bride's rituals."
Tang Feifei's screams pierced the sky.
"No! You can't do this to me! I'm the eldest daughter of the Tang Family! Do you know who my father is!"
"Tang Xue! Please save me!"